"Oh no. You’re wearing those ‘boyfriend jeans’ again."

- My husband, realizing that now that we are married, I am giving up.

Mar 7
Dec 19

Rainy Thursday morning mood music

Baby in our wildest moments

We could be the greatest

We could be the greatest

Baby in our wildest moments -

We could be

the

worst

of

all.



As sung by Jessie Ware

"I know that I look like I’m sleeping because I usually have my eyes closed, but sometimes, I’m just praying for you!"

Sometimes when I think about pursuing a career change and wonder about all the possible avenues I could have explored for my vocation, I end up with patients who have something like this to say to me.  I would wonder whether other areas of work would offer a higher, if not only similar capacity to touch people like I can as a nurse. 

It makes it all seem not so bad.

PS. 

This patient was an absolute joy.  Armed with such an honest, and grateful personality.  She lost her husband 25 years ago yet still wears her wedding ring;  explained to me how much she just loves people, but never remarried and does not live with anyone because she enjoys being alone.  Despite that last point, she had the most visitors out of all the patients in our surgical intensive care unit that day, all of whom called her “Mama,” and knew her from either her church, or her gym. 

Yes.  Her GYM.  Old girl’s gotta treat her arthritis somehow (her words, not mine).

Dec 16
94 year old female. Atrial fibrillation.

I remember that time you told me
You said, “Love is touching souls.”
Surely you touched mine.
'Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time.

Oh, you’re in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet.
Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling
And still I’d be on my feet

I would still be on my feet

Joni Mitchell, “A Case of You.”

Dec 9
"A Case of You" sung by Noah Gundersen

"We do not want merely to see beauty. We want something else which can hardly be put into words - to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it."

- C.S. Lewis

Dec 2
Dec 2

Today’s Man Crush Monday post is on hold.  Featured instead is my lady-crush, who can very well fight like any man, anyway. 

The brutally lovely Yvonne Strahovski.

"Comparison is the thief of joy."

Nov 26

"You have the best kind of makeup that a woman could ever wear," he said to me.  I already knew what was coming next.  He may have forgotten that I was his friend’s nurse a few days ago, and that he ended that visit with the same lines then, too. 

I was sure that, these days, he was saying it to every female nurse he encountered:  back in the halls of the veterans retirement home where he and his good friend probably kept score.  And now here, in the ICU, where his good friend now lay.

After a quick, one-sided chat with his friend, and then showing me the spoils of his trip to the hospital thrift shop, he said the above line.  To which I smiled and replied, “what do you mean?”

He had probably been saying lines like that for years.  I am sure that his eyes, now under the brim of an embroidered, military ship cap, have looked many women up and down in whatever country he ever found himself in during his days as a sailor, and said lines like that in whatever foreign language he had to employ. 

"The best makeup is a beautiful smile, of course!" 

Nov 26
Tried and true flirting
Aaron Tveit
Nov 25

Aaron Tveit

When you have full-on conversations with your dog, and stare at them while you wait for their insights.

At this point, you are about three instances too late.

Nov 25
A hint that you’re a little crazy

"A professional writer is an amateur who didn’t quit."

- Richard Bach, writer.

Nov 25
Zachary Levi
Nov 21

Zachary Levi

He started off by telling me about his love of theater, and how he’d once won an award for his role in a musical. All of this was said in a very sing-songy, theatrical voice.  There seemed to be a piece of him that was always performing.  At some point, I abruptly changed the topic, and asked:  “Is there a particular memory that comes to mind when you think of your youth?”
“Running outside without a watch,” he answered.
“I like that!” I said. He sensed that he’d captured the interest of his audience, and lapsed back into full theater mode.
“With nothing to tell the time but the sun!” he said, looking up at the sky. “And nothing to call you home but the moon!”


Source:  Humans of New York
Nov 18

He started off by telling me about his love of theater, and how he’d once won an award for his role in a musical. All of this was said in a very sing-songy, theatrical voice.  There seemed to be a piece of him that was always performing.  At some point, I abruptly changed the topic, and asked:  “Is there a particular memory that comes to mind when you think of your youth?”

“Running outside without a watch,” he answered.

“I like that!” I said. He sensed that he’d captured the interest of his audience, and lapsed back into full theater mode.

“With nothing to tell the time but the sun!” he said, looking up at the sky. “And nothing to call you home but the moon!”

Source:  Humans of New York

Nov 6

Because a little Rodgers and Hammerstein never hurt anybody.

Laura Osnes and Santino Fantana, Broadway’s Cinderella and Prince Topher, singing “Ten Minutes Ago.”

You may wonder if the stars are fire
You may wonder if the sun moves across the sky
You may wonder if the truth is a liar
But never wonder if I love
Oh, Ophelia, I am bad at poetry.  I can’t put my feelings into verse, but please believe I love you best.  Oh, best of all.  Believe it.

(ORIGINAL TEXT)
Doubt thou the stars are fire
Doubt that the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be a liar
But never doubt I love
O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers. I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it.  

Nov 1
Hamlet showing how the love letter is done.