Honesty

For some reason, as soon as I sit down at this computer I suddenly cannot think of a single thing to say. I think it is because I have alot to say but I am always worried about someone reading my post and taking something the wrong way or reading what I REALLY think about and thinking I am completely crazy. (which, by the way, I am) Should I tell you what the past two days have really been like? Ok, this will be my honesty blog. Tuesday night I worked the graveyard shift. What is the graveyard shift like? Well, interesting! We had a patient that had to be restrained down to the bed and when you went into his room, you had to cover his mouth because he would spit on you. Hmmm, what else? Well, I had a patient that liked to keep track of his burps and farts. I kid you not! I went into his room and he was sleeping. I noticed on the table next to his bed he had a note on which he had written: SMELLY BURPS=100 SMELLY FARTS=250. While in his room he broke wind 2 times so I was going to be considerate and change his count from 250 to 252. I didn't. I got home at 7:30 AM and Jaxson woke up at 7:32 AM. I was with the children until 5:30 when Jade FINALLY got home but honestly, I cannot tell you much about my day. It was all a blur. It is so exhausting to work from 11PM to 7 AM and then stay up with the kids all day. I do remember taking a quick drive to the gas station for slurpees because some stupid kids in the car in front of me thought it would be funny to slam on their brakes. I just about hit them. In fact, if I didn't have the reflexes of a cat, I would have smashed right into the back of them. I did not just let this little joke fly by. I pulled those kids over on the side of the road and gave them a good old fashioned scolding. Ok, so I TOTALLY flipped out on them but it was so frustrating to pull up next to them and kindly (ok, so I was NOT kind) but to ask them why they slammed on their brakes in the middle of the road and have Beavis and Butthead reply, "I thought I saw someone in the road" WHAT??????? You thought you saw someone in the road? Are you kidding me? It is 2 o'clock in the middle of the day, the sun is shining, the road is clear.............how in the world could you even imagine someone in the road???? After saying a few choice words I told Beavis and Butthead (as kind as I was when I asked them why they stopped) to go home because they shouldn't be driving if they are hallucinating. Today, my day was boring. I cleaned my house that had been neglected for the past week and did all the grocery shopping. The most exciting part of my week??? Well, once again it involved body fluids..........Jaxson has been holding his stool (or poop as I usually refer to it) and when I say hold it, I do not mean in his hand, I mean he is standing in the corner with his legs crossed and using every ounce of control to keep the poop inside his body. After months of fighting with this kid and numerous bouts of self-induced constipation (because we all know if you hold it in, it gets cozy and just decides to stay in) I took him to the doctor and she gave us a daily laxative for him. Because if the kid decides not to let it out, we will FORCE it out of him. RIGHT? Well, the dr. assured me that the laxative was mild and would not cause him discomfort or diarrhea. Yeah, my dr. is a big, fat LIAR! I gave Jaxson the drink at 2 PM and as of 9:10 PM he has had two messy accidents in his pants. Not fun. I just cannot win this. I don't want it to stay in him but I don't want it running out like it is trying to win a marathon either. I am to the point that if I knew that it wouldn't cause him bodily harm I would just say, "FINE! Let it just stay in you" Unfortunately, I know of a little thing called bowel obstruction and so far Jaxson's record has been 2 weeks. I decided to just give up on worrying about it and the kid went 2 weeks so I had to intervene with enemas. Why do I blog about this nasty unpleasant subject? Because this is what I would write if I had a journal because I cannot wait to tell Jaxson all about his bowel problems when he is 13. I suffer from memory loss so this is just one of those memories I have to write down so I don't let it escape me.

So, there you go. My true and unpleasant activities and thoughts. Digest them the way you want but please don't judge me. I do not profess to be normal.