I’m busy enjoying my favorite little people. I’ll be back after I return to the real world.
My partner and I spent Sunday decorating our station for Christmas. We have a seven foot tree in the TV room and lights surround the garage doors outside. It’s pretty festive.
But on Sunday it didn’t smell right. There was no happy smell of pine or Christmas cooking.
So I brought in the little pine scented sticks that I have been using in my fake tree for years. They kind of help me forget that my tree is plastic. The light pine odor made my home in Virginia smell just right for the holidays.
However, this year they haven’t seemed to do much. My apartment here has not taken on the happy smell of Christmas pine. I’ve been wondering if perhaps the sticks had finally worn out – after all they are nearly seven years old.
So I decided to put two sticks on my station Christmas tree.
Then I mopped the floor with PineSol.
Then we got pulled out of the station for several hours.
When we got back…you could smell the pine through the closed door. I am not exaggerating.
“I might have gone a little heavy on the PineSol this morning.” I said as we were hit by the wall of pine.
“Ya think so?” responded my partner.
He walked into the bathroom and I quietly removed one of the pine sticks from the Christmas tree.
Apparently they work just fine in smaller spaces.
Let it be Christmas everywhere
Let heavenly music fill the air
Let every heart sing
Let every bell ring
The story of hope and love and peace
Let it be Christmas, Christmas everywhere
Let it be Christmas, Alan Jackson
My parents were here over the weekend (hence the absence from the blog) and Mom reminded me of some pretty special times in my childhood. Remember this? One of my parents tucked me in every night until I was…I don’t know how old.
Sometimes I would “hide” under my covers. Whichever parent came to the room would pretend look for me. Of course it always ended in giggles. One night however, I crawled to the foot of my bed and flattened myself under the pile of blankets. I then proceeded to fall asleep. The next thing I heard was both of my parents searching the house…for me.
Sometimes Dad would play a game called “I saw a little girl today.” He would describe the little girl – what she looked like, what she did. Of course that little girl was me.
Before my parents would turn out the lights and leave the room, they always prayed with me.
This was my prayer -
Send Your angels down, surround this house.
Keep this house safe, keep us safe,
and help me to have a dry bed.
The list of things I have to be thankful for today is nearly endless. From huge things like my condo selling, to little things like the gym at my apartment; I feel like this year has been pretty amazing - in fact, there are days when I have miniature freak-outs because I’m worried that life has been going too good and that something horrible is about to happen. Despite the many things for which I am thankful for today, I’ll keep the list brief.
- The Christmas flood that caused a new floor to be put in my condo which most likely caused it to sell in less than a week. Not a “Pollyanna” moment – I am truly thankful for that flood.
- My new job. No, it’s not my dream job, but it is a good job. I no longer feel my blood pressure rise when I clock in. I am being forced to grow as a medic. I feel like I am really practicing medicine for the first time. I’m having so much fun in the back of the ambulance.
- My new home. I love my little town. It feels like home. I might stay here forever.
- Technology. Without it I would not be keeping in touch with my friends and family.
- My new church. My new church family might be the friendliest group of people I have ever met.
- My Disney pass. It makes me happy.
When my EMS career began we did all of our documentation on paper forms. It was very simple and basic. Several years ago the industry changed to digital documentation. Not simple, and not basic. The minute details that are now required are, in some ways, extreme. We often sit around and reminisce about the “good old days” of paper documentation.
But yesterday our digital documentation program was dead.
For seven hours I used paper forms.
It. Was. Awful. Awful
There was not enough room for the info I needed to document. Some important information didn’t even have a place to go. And the worst part? No spell check!! I missed spell check.
I did a happy dance when the computer system was functional again. Yeah, it requires more “work,” and extra details; but it has a place for everything and I never run out of room. Also – it has spellcheck.