Job hunitng

I'm still doing it and found that many jobs are posted every weekend, but not during the week. After 3 weeks of posting for these same jobs -- I wonder if there is ... a problem. Today, Labor Day, in celebration of those working -- there weren't any friggin' new jobs psoted. Lovely!

"Skunked again!"+ I will find something soon. I could work better now than last week with the more drama than trauma (Mum post op, and then in ICU). I'll take the drama. I've had the trauma and hated it!

I'm still looking in the FW area, but have expanded to many areas. I'm very concerned about folks, for my sister here in town hasn't the time nor effort to help them with the petty and simple things. I've used several (12 I think) job search enegines, narrowing it after some experience, as some were company-specific and others were just worthless. I think the best jobs aren't listed at all.

MR mentioned to me that I should find a few choice companies that I want to join and tell them how I suit them and work from there. I guess I could work for Coke -- nice, benefits are good, long-standing company. Where do I fit there? I don't know.

+ Christmas Story, Ralphie not finding the orphan Annie de-coder ring in mail

idle mind while driving in third gear (turns from observations to bitching)

I saw a car pull up to a stop that was painted like a "Stinger" car from Grand Theft Auto. I guessed I played that too much. Also, over the course of 9 days, I have seen 22 hawks, some were the same no doubt. Tonight, I saw a deer charge over the road and not get hit.

I have seen several police cars traveling and pulling over drivers. I thankfully am not one of them.

I also am the wall that birds have struck. The car and van I have been driving have been struck by birds on the doors and tonight a bird flew under the wheel of my car. Avian suicide?

Slowed to a crawl, walking to and from hospital parking lot, I helped an obese woman get something from the floor. She had a tough enough time while in the wheelchair, I know it would have been impossible if she had to lean or bend over -- belly getting in way and cutting off diaphram. I am bothered by the smokers at hospital, as there are no-smoking areas that are generally ignored by **shole smokers. I did see a woman courteous enough to smoke in her car. The bad thing the windows were open.

I'm not asthmatic, but if I were, I'd have issue with the smokers at the door and hospital not enforcing the smoking areas. I think that I should extinguish the flames with a fire extinguisher, claiming that I thought the smokers were on fire. If they want to kill themselves -- use a rope, it's faster and still sufficates the suicide slowly.

I have been to hospital so often, I have helped people around, for -- at times, I have little else to do, other than sit and wait. Now that my visiting hours availabily have changed, I'm far more free. The unit where she is, is far less strict. My father and I had been driving there and back 4-5 times daily. We went and stayed twice today -- much better for a longer time than 3 days combined at ICU.

Walkin' away

Mother is making greater strides. She felt urgency and walked, painfully, to the bathroom. Who you don't see in the picture is Thomas pushing the pole, for Lois cannot use a walker and pull the pole.

Earlier with the physical therapist, she walked to the nurses' desk and then into the hallway, erecting a flag to mark her achievement. The orthopedic PCA (patient care assistant; aka nurse's aide, aka; tech -- who might very well have a masters) came to see Lois today and was pleased with her range of motion. Her also wants her now to work on straightening her legs/knees, very imporant for standing.

The good news is, she might be moved yet again tomorrow or Wednesday -- to rehab, but nothing is certain.

This morning she was grumpy, but she settled down. I'd say for a 70 year-old, she's doing pretty well on two new knees. My stress level went down a notch.

Steve Irwin

What surprised me, and likely others, is that he didn't die in the jaws of a large predator or mauled in some grizzly way. He didn't even drown, which would be more likely with a ray sting. He died in a rare instance that a stinger caught him in the chest.

Although I think often, he was too rough on animals, he goal was to educate people on a number of species, but mostly the crocodile and other reptiles. His heart was good, though he was a goof and a nut. I guess people will miss his antics and others still a good spokesperson for reptiles, however wild and zany.

I will still use two phrases, "Crikey!" and "Danger; danger; danger!", sprinkled with, "Poised; ready to strike!"

lack of patience in patient

Here, my father is feeding her (Monday, Sept. 4, 2006, Labor Day). She can do fine herself, but it was good that he had something to do -- as he is busy thinking and not doing, driving him mad.

She is reading the diabetic menu here, obviously conscious and in pretty good shape, but the order was sent up wrong -- imagine that!

My mom is a terrible patient. She has been grumpy and pissy the last couple of days. If they nurses are slow to get to her, it's likely because she is a witch to them. She has a cornucopia of pain meds to take. If I took was she was taking I would be nausiated and comatose: vicodin, percocet, skelaxon, darvocet, loratab. Some aren't taken concurrently, so there are gaps, but there is vitually no time that some pain meds are out of her system. I thought that the PT would be bad, but I think the chemical rehab might be step 3, for weening her off the pain meds might be scary and unfun for all.