Monday, March 23, 2009

Coming Soon



I feel I may not be keeping up with this blog as much as I would like to....I am formulating my next entry, however I want to research it first, to make sure my information is correct.
I'll be getting on a healthcare soapbox occasionally as I feel I have some things to say; some things to make others aware regarding how some healthcare is delivered and about insurance and life issues.
But for now let me say: Please give blood regularly. I have begun o do so. One can give every 56 days. And the statistic which I heard that shocks me is the US has only a 2 day blood supply at any time. This means if there is a nationwide disaster: we have 2 days of blood and that's it!
[Europe has a 30 day supply: why? They don't use it up as much for surgeries like the US does....and this opens up another whole can o'worms - which I won't get into right now.]
Okey dokey....more later! peace out!

p.s. the image above is part of Long Key Spit at Long Key State Park, Long Key, Marathon, Florida Keys, Florida, Southenmost United States, North American Continent, Western Hemisphere, Planet Earth, Milky Way Galaxy, etc...in other words: the "front yard" at our rental December 2008.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Adventures in Moving



Moving through.....life.........
I attended a "Code Blue Review" class @ work today. It was good to learn [again] that "stuff"; by coincidence there was a code and a few classmates went upstairs to participate (sidebar: the gentleman did not make it).
It is quite rainy and cold today in Eastern VA.
On the way home, I saw a somewhat unusual sight for this area, a homeless person with a sign stating "No Money, No Food, Please help, God Bless" [paraphrased]. I have seen this sight in Baltimore often. I know there are homeless people in my area, but the "metropolitan" spots are so spread out here, and the area is populated by cars more that foot traffic, one doesn't see the homeless [walking around] often, at least I don't.
I was on my way to Trader Joe's for some groceries. I was sitting at the light and she [the homeless person] was in my passenger side mirror. I sat there thinking about the rain and cold and nursing and helping people and how whenever I see someone homeless, I don't have money or food in my car, and how I've often wanted to spontaneously help.
I got to TJ's, and quickly purchased my basic groceries and picked up food that would be nutritious and be easily packed and carried: a loaf of bread, a package of roast beef sandwich meat; a package of string cheese, 2 bananas, 2 apples. I bagged the groceries for her separately. I went back down the road and she was still there (of course - where is she going to go on this wet cold day?). I did a U turn; I pulled up next to her, put down the automatic passenger side window, called out to her and handed her the bag, told her what was in it. She thanked me. I know the people behind me saw it happen. Then she ambled off into the woods - really a patch of undeveloped land.
Then....
I tried to put up my window, it didn't go up, it's raining and cold; I have a 30 minute drive ahead of me to get home. I pulled into a restaurant and went in asking for a plastic bag and tape. The young hostess happily assisted me. As I was in the parking lot, another restaurant employee assisted me. I began to drive home w/ a plastic bag making a lot of noise flapping in the "wind" and that lasted about 15 minutes. I made another stop to try to adjust the bag, moments later to no avail. Then I stopped again (3rd time), took the bag off and rigged up a "car blanket" over the window (you know, the blankets you keep in the trunk for just such an "emergency"). I made it home, passenger interior relatively dry. I made a "stop-in" appointment at Honda tomorrow to try and get the window at least up....but all this talk about the window really wanders away form the original topic and original intent of this posting.
What was the original intent? A random act of Kindness, thinking in other's shoes, wanting to help more [often].
Some of you will say: "But you do help, you're a nurse!" Yes, true. However, I don't see [immediately] I how much I help. Yes, I give comfort, pain meds, etc. I give discharge instructions and hope the patient follows our recommendations...but I don't often see [later] if all that helped....
Now I could launch into a discussion on "taking it on faith"....however, I shall stop for now and continue "discussion" later. Peace and Health to you all. Love!
p.s. the Bradford Pear trees are blooming, and what a lovely sight!

Monday, March 9, 2009

Me & Rachel



The thumbnail photo for this blog was taken in Scotland 2005. Rachel is the red-tail hawk I had the privilege of holding (for a small donation)! There was a "bird awareness" [?] tent set up at a strip mall where our tour bus stopped for the "pilgrims of commerce"/shoppers. I was so excited to have the opportunity to hold a raptor bird! (In the US one must have a license to do so, that requires several government agencies to agree to give you a license. I digress.) My camera was in the bus (why would I need a camera at a strip mall in Scotland?!), the bus was locked, so I went frantically searching thru stores to find other tour mates with a camera. The other bird is Golden Eagle named Duchess. The bird's handler said that the birds liked me because they were not flapping around on my hand/arm; and they were making small bird noises. I was able to stroke their chests as well. Magnificent experience! Magnificent creatures! The highlight of that trip!

Where the name comes from

Good day!
I have thought a lot about what to post on this blog and I have several ideas & comments to share...perhaps I need to keep a list?
Who is the Chief Forester's Daughter? I am.
Who is the Chief Forester? My father, Joe.
In 1978 my parents bought 22 acres of land in south central Pennsylvania, part of 300 acres (?) being split up and sold. Part of this land was an old Christmas tree farm, and all the evergreens had grown. My mother, Allegra, dubbed the land "Whispering Pines" and Joe dubbed himself "The Chief Forester". At one point my aunt Peggy had a plaque engraved with the title for the door of Joe's workshop. The name of this blog is in memory to him. My father passed away from brain cancer @ 61 in May 2003. I miss him.
Why do I call my father Joe? I was not "taught" to call him "Dad". My mother called him Joe, so I did too...and yes, I call my mother "Mom".

Sunday, March 8, 2009

boo!

Ok....here I am, beginning this "thing"...first day of daylight savings time, and by the clock late for me to be awake...martini empty, stomach rumbling, I ramble....more thoughts later!
hello!