I know I don't often post about spiritual matters, but this is something I feel very strongly about. I just read the most incredible talk by Neal A Maxwell. It took me almost 2 weeks to finish it (I always got interrupted), but I'm so glad I did. Each time I started reading it again, I felt the Spirit so strongly. I have gained so many personal revelations and insights by reading this talk.
One of my favorite sections:
"Patience is, therefore, clearly not fatalistic, shoulder-shrugging resignation. It is the acceptance of a divine rhythm to life; it is obedience prolonged. Patience stoutly resists pulling up the daisies to see how the roots are doing. Patience is never condescending or exclusive—it is never glad when others are left out. Patience never preens itself; it prefers keeping the window of the soul open."
I wish I could explain the emotions I experienced while reading this talk. All I can say is that usually talks about patience tend to (ironically) make me feel impatient. I used to think along the lines of, "Okay, I get it, I understand that patience is important. Now can I have my blessings?" But now I feel like I finally understand. Patience isn't supposed to be a torturous virtue. It is supposed to help us gain all we can from this life. If I can master patience, I will be able to experience so much more while I'm here.
I'm sure everyone can benefit from reading this talk.
Even if it's a little bit here and there.
I highly recommend it.
Us
Monday, July 22, 2013
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Hermits
Jane and I both tend to be just a tad anti-social at times.
Especially once we're in the comfort of our own apartment.
This became especially evident one night when we were home.
There was a knock at the door.
Sage started barking incessantly while we ran for cover.
My first thought was that I needed to go put clothes on.
(Don't judge...it was way too hot to wear anything more than a tank and spanks...)
But then we realized that neither of us were expecting company...
So in whispered tones we decided I would tiptoe to the door and peek through the peephole.
It was some man I didn't recognize.
So we let Sage keep barking and then hid in my room until the unexpected "guest" left.
We thought about answering the door at one point...
But by then we had waited long enough that it would have been slightly embarrassing.
It was at this point that we realized how awkward and anti-social we are.
Oops.
We're getting better.
Especially once we're in the comfort of our own apartment.
This became especially evident one night when we were home.
There was a knock at the door.
| Okay...maybe this is a little dramatic. |
My first thought was that I needed to go put clothes on.
(Don't judge...it was way too hot to wear anything more than a tank and spanks...)
But then we realized that neither of us were expecting company...
So in whispered tones we decided I would tiptoe to the door and peek through the peephole.
It was some man I didn't recognize.
So we let Sage keep barking and then hid in my room until the unexpected "guest" left.
We thought about answering the door at one point...
But by then we had waited long enough that it would have been slightly embarrassing.
It was at this point that we realized how awkward and anti-social we are.
Oops.
We're getting better.
Monday, July 15, 2013
Perks of Being a Registrar: Part II
- Those moments when patients drop a bag of their feces on your desk and expect you to do something with it. No sir. Please get your excrement off my desk.
- Sometimes you get to assist very attractive men.
- The cleaning ladies that always try to have conversations with me when they empty my trash...but I can barely understand them. And I feel like they don't understand what I'm saying. So we both just end up saying things and laughing at each other like we know what's going on.
- It's the best when the techs have my back. For example: one day I had a patient be flat out mean to me in when one of the MRI techs was talking to him. I just let it roll off my back, because you know, whatever. But then the tech called me after he was back in his department and said, "Megan, I just want you to know that I'm going to poke him with the biggest needle I have for you." How sweet.
- There's a restroom right next to my waiting room. I can't tell you how many times people stop and use the restroom and then proceed to hand me their check-in sheet of stickers. I can only hope that they all wash their hands...and that the ones that are wet are only wet from water...
- Awesome examples of "high fashion". I just checked in a lady with purple socks, purple shorts, a purple shirt, purple purse, and very purple hair. Like, Crayola purple. I thoroughly enjoyed the various shades of purple.
- I've discovered that I have access to Buzz Feed at work. Sooo that happens.
- I also have access to watch shows on Food Network, one of the very few video pages not blocked by HCA. I've become quite fond of Chopped and Iron Chef America.
- When people ask you a question that you don't even kind of have an answer to, and they just stare at you like "Why don't you have all the answers? Are you an idiot?" I'm sorry, but I got my degree in dance, not in answering random questions at a hospital.
- When the techs talk to me about procedures and diagnoses like I know what they're talking about....people, I barely know what you do back there! Again...my degree is in dance. Not medicine.
- Tender moments like when a patient's grandson runs into the waiting room and gives him the biggest hug, sobbing, and not letting go, while the patient assures the boy that he's fine.
- That super awkward (yet hilarious) moment when I walk in on someone in the restroom and all they do is scream...
- When patients in the waiting room are one-upping each other. "Well, be grateful your CT oral contrast tastes much better than the drink I had to have for this other procedure!" "At least you didn't have to fast for 12 hours!"
- When I'm on the phone and patients try to have a conversation with me. Listen...I'm not having a casual conversation with my mom right now. I'm talking to a nurse about a patient. Just wait your turn.
- The adorable student technicians who very awkwardly try to make conversation with me.
- When a patient is upset that the department is running 5 minutes behind schedule. Oh boy.
- Those times when I'm the awkward one and I spit my mint out at a patient mid-sentence.
- Or when I'm taking a drink of water as a patient is saying goodbye to me, and I try to drink and respond at the same time...which results in me choking and coughing like a maniac. Do you think they got "See ya, have a good night!" out of that?
- More things that patients say:
- Sometimes you get to assist very attractive men.
- The cleaning ladies that always try to have conversations with me when they empty my trash...but I can barely understand them. And I feel like they don't understand what I'm saying. So we both just end up saying things and laughing at each other like we know what's going on.
- It's the best when the techs have my back. For example: one day I had a patient be flat out mean to me in when one of the MRI techs was talking to him. I just let it roll off my back, because you know, whatever. But then the tech called me after he was back in his department and said, "Megan, I just want you to know that I'm going to poke him with the biggest needle I have for you." How sweet.
- There's a restroom right next to my waiting room. I can't tell you how many times people stop and use the restroom and then proceed to hand me their check-in sheet of stickers. I can only hope that they all wash their hands...and that the ones that are wet are only wet from water...
- Awesome examples of "high fashion". I just checked in a lady with purple socks, purple shorts, a purple shirt, purple purse, and very purple hair. Like, Crayola purple. I thoroughly enjoyed the various shades of purple.
- I've discovered that I have access to Buzz Feed at work. Sooo that happens.
- I also have access to watch shows on Food Network, one of the very few video pages not blocked by HCA. I've become quite fond of Chopped and Iron Chef America.
- When people ask you a question that you don't even kind of have an answer to, and they just stare at you like "Why don't you have all the answers? Are you an idiot?" I'm sorry, but I got my degree in dance, not in answering random questions at a hospital.
- When the techs talk to me about procedures and diagnoses like I know what they're talking about....people, I barely know what you do back there! Again...my degree is in dance. Not medicine.
- Tender moments like when a patient's grandson runs into the waiting room and gives him the biggest hug, sobbing, and not letting go, while the patient assures the boy that he's fine.
- That super awkward (yet hilarious) moment when I walk in on someone in the restroom and all they do is scream...
- When patients in the waiting room are one-upping each other. "Well, be grateful your CT oral contrast tastes much better than the drink I had to have for this other procedure!" "At least you didn't have to fast for 12 hours!"
- When I'm on the phone and patients try to have a conversation with me. Listen...I'm not having a casual conversation with my mom right now. I'm talking to a nurse about a patient. Just wait your turn.
- The adorable student technicians who very awkwardly try to make conversation with me.
- When a patient is upset that the department is running 5 minutes behind schedule. Oh boy.
- Those times when I'm the awkward one and I spit my mint out at a patient mid-sentence.
- Or when I'm taking a drink of water as a patient is saying goodbye to me, and I try to drink and respond at the same time...which results in me choking and coughing like a maniac. Do you think they got "See ya, have a good night!" out of that?
- More things that patients say:
"Come on, let's go home"
"Where are my clothes?"
"You've got them on, let's go."
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(Talking on the phone) "She is a bad person. She is just a very bad person. And he needs to be in therapy"
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"Ooh, it's chilly in here."
"It feels good!"
"Well yea, you're not skinny like me." (Conversation between two patients who don't know each other)
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Time....to go home!
In one hour I will be clocking out for the week and heading HOME!!!
I haven't been home since Christmas. That's wayyy too long for a girl who only lives 2.5 hours from home.
This is going to be the longest hour of my life.
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