So yesterday, Joe couldn't get Zbear to take her nap until after 2pm...and he chose not to wake her up after I left for work...so she woke up at midnight...spent the rest of the night keeping Daddy awake and crabby, and waited for me to get home (late...thanks Nurse who relieved me....) *insert sarcasm*.
She was all excited for her ba-ba...She even said "Ba-ba!" then ran to the door of our room, waiting for her glorious bottle of soy-formula goodness. Well, it's 45 min later, she is not asleep yet. I think I need to get the book "Go the F*ck To Sleep". I mentioned it to Joe, he has not heard of it yet. ?!?!? But he thought it was funny.
Meanwhile, just minuets before I got home, Bub had a coprogenic moment...and I walked in to short-patient daddy cleaning poo off the floor. What a great way to start Friday... Bub's in the tub cleaning up. a short litany of unmentionable oaths streaming from near the floor of Bub's room, and a screamy baby attacking my knee regions.
Oddly, this makes me think of something my wise friend Jon Carlson said to me once when I was 17, and I didn't believe him then...But I TOTALLY get it now...
He said marriages don't last based on love. Commitment makes it last. At the time, in my HS angst, I thought he was a heartless bastard, and way too jaded being only 19. However...Love does not make it thru poop filled floors, and diapers for 6 years (not fun), and occasional puddles of urine decorating our child's floor, not to mention the infrequent poop murals on the wall. If all we had was love, we'd be one the the statistic of divorced parents of special needs kids. Thankfully we have love and commitment. I used to tell Joe "tough, you're stuck with me" long before Bub came along...I'm glad Joe agrees that I'm stuck with him too.
I love my honey, even when he's washed his hands 3 times and tells me they still smell like poo.
Nubs.
Showing posts with label ASL and autism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ASL and autism. Show all posts
Friday, September 02, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Bub and his antics
We get the call from Bub's school..."Bub is sick, please pick him up now". Really?!?
Joe gets Bub, is informed that he wouldn't eat, and pointed to his throat when asked if he was hurting, and refused to take an oral or axillary temp. thank God they didn't try a rectal temp, right? Joe, being the well trained Nurse's husband asked, "didn't you try taking his temp w/ a temporal thermometer?" the response of the school nurse was..."we will be purchasing one in the very near future."
*insert eye rolling*
Once Joe talked to Bub's aide, the story took a slightly different tone. when Bub pointed to his throat, he was moving his pointer finger from the top of his throat to the bottom of his throat. That is "drink" in ASL. When they kept asking if his throat hurt he started crying.
Momma translation: I am thirsty and you don't understand me, I think I will cry now because I am thirsty and mad.
*Insert my head pounding on the counter*
Bub's temp is 98.7- normal. after 3 attempts, got to see the throat: no redness, no swelling. No glandular swelling in the cervical (neck) area. ears clean and clear, nose clear, eyes bright, MM pink & moist.
Bub is fine. Bub has now learned to fake getting sick to get out of school. My gratitude abounds.
Bub is now in his room, in BED since he's "sick", and I have him practicing writing his letters on his little leapfrog electronic pad thingy grandma got him. Gave him Jello, and Joe bought him some soda on the way home from school. Bub is no longer "thirsty"
Thinking of printing out this post as Bub's excuse note for school tomorrow.
Nubs
Joe gets Bub, is informed that he wouldn't eat, and pointed to his throat when asked if he was hurting, and refused to take an oral or axillary temp. thank God they didn't try a rectal temp, right? Joe, being the well trained Nurse's husband asked, "didn't you try taking his temp w/ a temporal thermometer?" the response of the school nurse was..."we will be purchasing one in the very near future."
*insert eye rolling*
Once Joe talked to Bub's aide, the story took a slightly different tone. when Bub pointed to his throat, he was moving his pointer finger from the top of his throat to the bottom of his throat. That is "drink" in ASL. When they kept asking if his throat hurt he started crying.
Momma translation: I am thirsty and you don't understand me, I think I will cry now because I am thirsty and mad.
*Insert my head pounding on the counter*
Bub's temp is 98.7- normal. after 3 attempts, got to see the throat: no redness, no swelling. No glandular swelling in the cervical (neck) area. ears clean and clear, nose clear, eyes bright, MM pink & moist.
Bub is fine. Bub has now learned to fake getting sick to get out of school. My gratitude abounds.
Bub is now in his room, in BED since he's "sick", and I have him practicing writing his letters on his little leapfrog electronic pad thingy grandma got him. Gave him Jello, and Joe bought him some soda on the way home from school. Bub is no longer "thirsty"
Thinking of printing out this post as Bub's excuse note for school tomorrow.
Nubs
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
adventures today
So, now that we are entering THE worst month to live in TX, because it is SO stinkin' hot...Joe and I are trying to come up w/ creative and cheap ways of getting the cabin-fever kids out of the house for a while. today, at 4pm CST it was 116 farenheit. WTF?!?!?!?
Any way you slice it it has been an eventful day.
It began @6:30 when Zber decided to wake up, by 7:00 she & Bub were eating breakfast, Z decided she wanted to be a big girl and stand up at the table in a big-person chair instead of her high chair. Momma made Big mistake to let her do that....she lost her balance and did a face flop on the floor and busted open her upper lip. So Momma had to break the 10 am rule of "no popsicles before 10 am" (you know, to get the bleeding mouth to stop bleeding). and since Z was slurping up a popsi, Bub had to have one too, otherwise non-verbal cries of loud unfairness would puncture my poor ears when all I really want to hear is coffee brewing....
so after that, poor Zbear had a really, REALLY fat upper lip. like her mouth was just an upper lip. No, I didn't take pictures of my poor baby's disfigured lip. (it's normal again already). Bub was all huggy towards Z today after she finished her crying post-face-flop, but little Miss Z did not want to be hugged on...so there was lots of momma pulling them apart until nap time.
***Side thought***
*have I told you all how much I love nap time? Have I told you how much I cried when Bub stopped taking his nap everyday?!? I wish nap time didn't end until age 65...then I would get one too....lol*
***end side thought***
After nap we all had lunch, even Bub decided eating the food I made him was a good idea. He sometimes thinks eating should only involve sweets and popsicles. we "argue" about this frequently. Arguing meaning a conversation like this:
*hears the fridge door open*
Momma: Bub, close the fridge door.
Bub: *Door slam* "Aaaaahg!" *Bub comes over to me and pulls my hands towards the kitchen*
Momma: What are you asking me for Bub?
Bub: *signs "Help"*
Momma: What do you want help with Bub?
Bub: *signs "help", pulls me toward the kitchen*
Momma: No Bub, you have to eat your dinner before you have a popsicle.
Bub: *throwing himself on the floor "Aaaahg!!!!!!!"*
Repeat X5
This conversation happens frequently in my house, just switch "Breakfast" and "Lunch" for "dinner"
Meanwhile, the power company (the one we pay to have our power mysteriously out for hours at a time at least once a week in good weather) stops at our door and asks if we will let them cut down some branches over the power line in our backyard, or if we want to do it ourselves...I answer, "that's really up to my landlord, as we don't OWN the property". So between Joe and I, we get our landlord on the phone who then grants permission of the general heyday of branch cutting...which turned into an ENTIRE TREE being chopped down in the back yard.
As a plus to the wanton Shade murder (remember-116degrees, I like shade...) Joe thinks there is a piece of wood out there that will make a great bowl if he can find all his tools to turn it. I think it's a knobbley root piece of wood. It was too hot for me to really go out and inspect, esp since an enormous chunk of shade is now missing from the backyard... grrr..
so to escape the loud chainsaw tree massacre we loaded the kids up into the car and when to the mall. Bub was so well behaved. He made his momma proud. Z however wanted to run off every chance she got! Bub was an excellent big brother and kept herding her back to us. it was really cute.
they had this hurricane stimulator booth for $2 in one of the main areas, Joe thought he and Bub should give it a try. once the wind started, Bub did his "unhappy ALMOST but not quite scream" and flopopped out of the booth and insisted that we should put about 30 ft distance between us and the booth. Momma complied rather than make my poor guy freak out.
He was very interested in the trampoline thingy that needed cables and a harness attached to the jumper. Momma and Daddy decided he's not quite ready for that yet...at least not until we replace the netting on our trampoline. Best not give the boy too many ideas that involve him flipping off the trampoline and onto the ground...we already coped w/ a broken arm 2 years ago... And he still makes a pretend cast out of toilet paper every now and then
finally, dinner, which bub has refused, and I am refusing to allow popsicles. He still thinks he will win this argument...I know better. It's nice being a mom. lol!
Enjoy the shots!
Any way you slice it it has been an eventful day.
It began @6:30 when Zber decided to wake up, by 7:00 she & Bub were eating breakfast, Z decided she wanted to be a big girl and stand up at the table in a big-person chair instead of her high chair. Momma made Big mistake to let her do that....she lost her balance and did a face flop on the floor and busted open her upper lip. So Momma had to break the 10 am rule of "no popsicles before 10 am" (you know, to get the bleeding mouth to stop bleeding). and since Z was slurping up a popsi, Bub had to have one too, otherwise non-verbal cries of loud unfairness would puncture my poor ears when all I really want to hear is coffee brewing....
so after that, poor Zbear had a really, REALLY fat upper lip. like her mouth was just an upper lip. No, I didn't take pictures of my poor baby's disfigured lip. (it's normal again already). Bub was all huggy towards Z today after she finished her crying post-face-flop, but little Miss Z did not want to be hugged on...so there was lots of momma pulling them apart until nap time.
***Side thought***
*have I told you all how much I love nap time? Have I told you how much I cried when Bub stopped taking his nap everyday?!? I wish nap time didn't end until age 65...then I would get one too....lol*
***end side thought***
After nap we all had lunch, even Bub decided eating the food I made him was a good idea. He sometimes thinks eating should only involve sweets and popsicles. we "argue" about this frequently. Arguing meaning a conversation like this:
*hears the fridge door open*
Momma: Bub, close the fridge door.
Bub: *Door slam* "Aaaaahg!" *Bub comes over to me and pulls my hands towards the kitchen*
Momma: What are you asking me for Bub?
Bub: *signs "Help"*
Momma: What do you want help with Bub?
Bub: *signs "help", pulls me toward the kitchen*
Momma: No Bub, you have to eat your dinner before you have a popsicle.
Bub: *throwing himself on the floor "Aaaahg!!!!!!!"*
Repeat X5
This conversation happens frequently in my house, just switch "Breakfast" and "Lunch" for "dinner"
Meanwhile, the power company (the one we pay to have our power mysteriously out for hours at a time at least once a week in good weather) stops at our door and asks if we will let them cut down some branches over the power line in our backyard, or if we want to do it ourselves...I answer, "that's really up to my landlord, as we don't OWN the property". So between Joe and I, we get our landlord on the phone who then grants permission of the general heyday of branch cutting...which turned into an ENTIRE TREE being chopped down in the back yard.
As a plus to the wanton Shade murder (remember-116degrees, I like shade...) Joe thinks there is a piece of wood out there that will make a great bowl if he can find all his tools to turn it. I think it's a knobbley root piece of wood. It was too hot for me to really go out and inspect, esp since an enormous chunk of shade is now missing from the backyard... grrr..
so to escape the loud chainsaw tree massacre we loaded the kids up into the car and when to the mall. Bub was so well behaved. He made his momma proud. Z however wanted to run off every chance she got! Bub was an excellent big brother and kept herding her back to us. it was really cute.
they had this hurricane stimulator booth for $2 in one of the main areas, Joe thought he and Bub should give it a try. once the wind started, Bub did his "unhappy ALMOST but not quite scream" and flopopped out of the booth and insisted that we should put about 30 ft distance between us and the booth. Momma complied rather than make my poor guy freak out.
He was very interested in the trampoline thingy that needed cables and a harness attached to the jumper. Momma and Daddy decided he's not quite ready for that yet...at least not until we replace the netting on our trampoline. Best not give the boy too many ideas that involve him flipping off the trampoline and onto the ground...we already coped w/ a broken arm 2 years ago... And he still makes a pretend cast out of toilet paper every now and then
finally, dinner, which bub has refused, and I am refusing to allow popsicles. He still thinks he will win this argument...I know better. It's nice being a mom. lol!
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| Me and Z! |
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| Me and my Bub |
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| making Chainmail w/ daddy |
Saturday, June 11, 2011
1st day back is over
and it wasn't as traumatic as I feared. Alyson took that section and I think that's what saved me from being a sob-baby today at work. Night went well. All my babies are good. :)
Now I'm just waiting for the sun to rise all the way so I can take the kiddo's out in the back yard and let them run themselves out so Joe has a good morning. I'd take them for a walk, but I fear Bub running off on me while I deal w/ a non-compliant walking Zb'er. Wish I knew where Joe hid the camera. boo.
Right now the munchkins are snuggled up together on the couch watching "Oso". I hate this cartoon. What ever happened to "Blue's Clues". At least Steve was cute. and he signed. I liked that. :) But then I am a nerd. lol
Off to make some breakfast. Must get Zeebee some protein to aid in project "chub-out my Zbear"
Nubs
Now I'm just waiting for the sun to rise all the way so I can take the kiddo's out in the back yard and let them run themselves out so Joe has a good morning. I'd take them for a walk, but I fear Bub running off on me while I deal w/ a non-compliant walking Zb'er. Wish I knew where Joe hid the camera. boo.
Right now the munchkins are snuggled up together on the couch watching "Oso". I hate this cartoon. What ever happened to "Blue's Clues". At least Steve was cute. and he signed. I liked that. :) But then I am a nerd. lol
Off to make some breakfast. Must get Zeebee some protein to aid in project "chub-out my Zbear"
Nubs
Saturday, May 14, 2011
autism and doctor visits
Yeah, you would think I would be able to prep my Bub for doctor visits pretty well considering I'm a nurse and all, right? WRONG!!!!
As some of you know, Bub was looking like he had fifth's disease again, and had missed 3 days of school, so we go to the dr.'s .
before we go, we practice
take temp
open up and say "Ahhh"
look at ears.
listen to heart
He cooperates w/ momma, so we get ready to go. Bub is very excited to take a ride, but when we get to the Doctor's office, Bub knows EXACTLY where he is....building of DOOM!
he doesn't want to get out of the car. he doesn't want to go inside. in the waiting room, he keeps trying to make a great escape out the door. then we're called in and put in a exam room. Bub is making lots of vocal stims and spanking himself. I try to convince him to rub his bottom instead of hitting it. he compromises by flopping on the floor and scooting his butt back and forth. the horrible part of me thinks he looks like a dog w/ worms doing the butt-scrape thing....maybe the self-spanking stim is better for now? sigh.
To stop this stim, I grab 3 tongue depressors, 1 for each of his hands and one for momma. we practice opening up and saying "ahh" Bub thinks this is fun.
then the lady comes in to take his V/S. Bub is automatically wary. He won't let her take the temporal temp, so I do it. he grudgingly lets us put the probe on his finger to get his pulse and SpO2...after 3 attempts. then off to the scales. Bub is terrified of scales. I have no idea why unless he is still associating it w/ getting weighed and fingersticked for hemoglobin at WIC, but we stopped doing that before he was 3....so I have no other idea why this is scary to him. finally I say, let me hold him, and get on the scale then put him down so you can get an accurate weight that way. Joy joy, I get to see I gained 7 lbs. yayee me.
so now Bub is freaked, and we go back to the exam room by ourselves. We start counting to 10, because that is calming to Bub, then we start naming/signing animals...another good time-passing calmer. then the NP comes in, and Bub has instant wariness. She smiles at him, he smiles back and makes a break for the door. Bub's no fool, he know what comes next.
The NP and I talk for a few min about Bub's presentation and my guess of what's wrong. She then shows Bub her stethyscope, Bub likes that, she lets him listen to his heart, then he lets her listen to his heart/lungs. then she gets the otoscope. No dice. Bub starts screaming. I try to hold him still, she gets one ear...I've got Bub pinned to the wall and the floor and she still can't get to the other ear.
So she goes to get reinforcements. I have Bub's trunk and arms, another RN has Bub's legs, the V/S chick has his head. Not only are we able to get a sight on the other ear, someone manages to strep-swab his throat as he is screaming in protest to the restraints we have all become. I'm actually really impressed they GOT the swab.
Everybody lets go of Bub at this point and my poor boy collapses face-first into my shoulders, sobbing like we just beat him up. It always breaks my heart that these visits have to be so traumatizing for him. He then starts the self-spanking again. I take this opportunity to point out the behavior and ask for meds to help or to get a referral to someone who is qualified to prescribe and monitor behavioral meds. Bub is calming down and sitting on my lap, eying the NP w/ great suspicion. I get the referral, the strep-swab result is negative. so we get to leave the exam room. I tell Bub to sign thank you and good-bye, which he is MORE than happy to do since he knows his time in the torture chamber is now over.
We go to the business desk to pay, Bub is practically running to get away and because he remembers that there be lollipops on the business desk. Bub doesn't even ask for candy, he starts reaching for the jar of lollies, so I stop him and make him sign "candy please". He signs "cookie please". really? Dude, you know the difference...who do you think you are trying to fool? After a quick correction, he gets it right and picks out a red dum-dum. the lady at the desk offers him two stickers, his choice between iron man and Gweneth Paltrow is the sticker of Gweneth....maybe he does get the "hot chick" thing after all....hrm.....
Bub is so happy to be leaving the Doctor office of Doom that he willingly holds the door for some lady when Momma asks him to be a gentleman. it was pretty cute.
then he fell asleep in the car on the way home, so exhausting was the appointment. poor kiddo. I wish this was so much easier for him, but it's not.
Nubs
As some of you know, Bub was looking like he had fifth's disease again, and had missed 3 days of school, so we go to the dr.'s .
before we go, we practice
take temp
open up and say "Ahhh"
look at ears.
listen to heart
He cooperates w/ momma, so we get ready to go. Bub is very excited to take a ride, but when we get to the Doctor's office, Bub knows EXACTLY where he is....building of DOOM!
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| This is quite similar to Bub's expression once he realizes we are at the Dr office... |
To stop this stim, I grab 3 tongue depressors, 1 for each of his hands and one for momma. we practice opening up and saying "ahh" Bub thinks this is fun.
then the lady comes in to take his V/S. Bub is automatically wary. He won't let her take the temporal temp, so I do it. he grudgingly lets us put the probe on his finger to get his pulse and SpO2...after 3 attempts. then off to the scales. Bub is terrified of scales. I have no idea why unless he is still associating it w/ getting weighed and fingersticked for hemoglobin at WIC, but we stopped doing that before he was 3....so I have no other idea why this is scary to him. finally I say, let me hold him, and get on the scale then put him down so you can get an accurate weight that way. Joy joy, I get to see I gained 7 lbs. yayee me.
so now Bub is freaked, and we go back to the exam room by ourselves. We start counting to 10, because that is calming to Bub, then we start naming/signing animals...another good time-passing calmer. then the NP comes in, and Bub has instant wariness. She smiles at him, he smiles back and makes a break for the door. Bub's no fool, he know what comes next.
The NP and I talk for a few min about Bub's presentation and my guess of what's wrong. She then shows Bub her stethyscope, Bub likes that, she lets him listen to his heart, then he lets her listen to his heart/lungs. then she gets the otoscope. No dice. Bub starts screaming. I try to hold him still, she gets one ear...I've got Bub pinned to the wall and the floor and she still can't get to the other ear.
So she goes to get reinforcements. I have Bub's trunk and arms, another RN has Bub's legs, the V/S chick has his head. Not only are we able to get a sight on the other ear, someone manages to strep-swab his throat as he is screaming in protest to the restraints we have all become. I'm actually really impressed they GOT the swab.
Everybody lets go of Bub at this point and my poor boy collapses face-first into my shoulders, sobbing like we just beat him up. It always breaks my heart that these visits have to be so traumatizing for him. He then starts the self-spanking again. I take this opportunity to point out the behavior and ask for meds to help or to get a referral to someone who is qualified to prescribe and monitor behavioral meds. Bub is calming down and sitting on my lap, eying the NP w/ great suspicion. I get the referral, the strep-swab result is negative. so we get to leave the exam room. I tell Bub to sign thank you and good-bye, which he is MORE than happy to do since he knows his time in the torture chamber is now over.
We go to the business desk to pay, Bub is practically running to get away and because he remembers that there be lollipops on the business desk. Bub doesn't even ask for candy, he starts reaching for the jar of lollies, so I stop him and make him sign "candy please". He signs "cookie please". really? Dude, you know the difference...who do you think you are trying to fool? After a quick correction, he gets it right and picks out a red dum-dum. the lady at the desk offers him two stickers, his choice between iron man and Gweneth Paltrow is the sticker of Gweneth....maybe he does get the "hot chick" thing after all....hrm.....
Bub is so happy to be leaving the Doctor office of Doom that he willingly holds the door for some lady when Momma asks him to be a gentleman. it was pretty cute.
then he fell asleep in the car on the way home, so exhausting was the appointment. poor kiddo. I wish this was so much easier for him, but it's not.
Nubs
Sunday, April 03, 2011
results of Bub's ARD
So, Bub finally had his ARD on Friday, April 1st. Originally it was scheduled for the Wednesday before, but we rescheduled b/c our meeting time was 9:45am, and no one had come out to tell us anything by 10:30am, and I was scheduled to work that night and I had been up since noon the day before. I was TIRED! I needed SOME sleep so I could competently take care of my kiddo's at work that night. as it was I only got about 4 hours, and the nurse I relieved gave me a hard time about looking like the cat dragged me in...but I digress. Joe was pretty upset about the meeting being held up, but I knew something had happened, that they were having a dispute and had to resolve it before the meeting could end...and I was right.
Anyhow, it went really well. Bub has made improvements, not as much as I hoped for, but enough to be very happy with. Next year Bub will be in a classroom of 7-12 y/o's and will spend at least 1 hr a day w/ a kindergarten class where he will also be with kids from the Deaf Education program and their ASL interpreter! Also, the time he will spend in the Kindergarten class will be MATH! Bub loves numbers and counting.
It was a very good meeting, and I am so looking forward to Mr. Man's next school year :)
Nubs!
Anyhow, it went really well. Bub has made improvements, not as much as I hoped for, but enough to be very happy with. Next year Bub will be in a classroom of 7-12 y/o's and will spend at least 1 hr a day w/ a kindergarten class where he will also be with kids from the Deaf Education program and their ASL interpreter! Also, the time he will spend in the Kindergarten class will be MATH! Bub loves numbers and counting.
It was a very good meeting, and I am so looking forward to Mr. Man's next school year :)
Nubs!
Friday, August 29, 2008
Brain fry
THIS, THIS is my upcoming week....
Yayee me.....
Currently, I have 9/2 Pharm Lab work done....
and I have started on my drug sheets, but I am not sure I am doing them right.
Most of me is thinking....Do the best you can, just get it done and you will know EXACTLY what they want next time once you see the corrections....
MEANWHILE....
The small, but internally vociferous perfectionist part of me is screaming "MUST GET IT PERFECT THE 1ST TIME &%^%&$*#&%$*!!!!!"
So I am in conflict & having a hard time focusing on it. I keep flopping my book down, and then sighing deeply & picking it up again & screwing up my forehead in concentration only to rinse, repeat.
To break the viscous cycle, I decided to hide out here for a few min and have my moment of pitiness. ... ... is that a word??
I am thinking about removing the slide show I have of bub on my sidebar of my PC because I find myself getting distracted by the cuteness of bub....oh! tHERE Goes the lollipop picture! Bub LOVES him a lolly. There is not much that kid won't do for a lolly.
Anyhoo...this is how I procrastinate...
At least it's semi-entertaining for some of the people that love me....
(wistful hope)
i need to go back and finish the Asprin write up. I finished the Acetaminaphen already. Once asprin is done I only have 3 more left.
OHHHH! really quick and cute!!!
Yesterday, me n Mr. Man went grocerying, and while in the check-out line, bub was looking at the tabloid covers and kept pointing at one with some actress and her baby, so I said, "Yes bub, that's a baby...how do you say baby with your hands?" (I ask him stuff like that all the time with out HUGELY expecting a response) would you know it? my little man signed "baby" with out me modeling it for him at all. he then spent the next 2-3 min pointing at the baby, laughing, and signing "baby"....
Is that awesome or what?
Really I gotta finish that aspirin sheet...I only have the drug interactions/incompatiblities and Nursing interventions left....I did the rest....*sigh*
NUBS a fried neebs.
Sept. 1-5 outline
9/1- no class, labor day
9/2 DUE:
Pharm Lab: p. 53 & 73 complete
830-1130 Client history form
Math quiz in class
Read Mulholland 1, 2, 3
Found Lab: Clinical check-off- gloves, hand-washing, iso prep & deprep (blue folder)
1230-1530 Drug bios (blue folder)
Read Harkreader: 95-112, 138-145, 177-181, 826-859
Read Elkin: 124-131, 257-264, 297-303
Quiz in class
Bring supply bag
9/3 DUE:
Clinicals: Read Harkreader 113-137
700-1100 Read Elkin 230-256
Bring steth & arm cuffs (vital signs)
Crit. Thinking learning styles website exercise (bring with)
1200-1500 4-circle worksheet
Castillo: ex. on p. 77-78
9/4 Due:
Pharm Lect: Review Lilley chpt. 1-5
930-1130 Read Lilley chpt. 6-9
Found Lect; Review Harkreader: chpt. 1-2
1230-1530 Read Harkreader: chpt. 3,4,&5
Yayee me.....
Currently, I have 9/2 Pharm Lab work done....
and I have started on my drug sheets, but I am not sure I am doing them right.
Most of me is thinking....Do the best you can, just get it done and you will know EXACTLY what they want next time once you see the corrections....
MEANWHILE....
The small, but internally vociferous perfectionist part of me is screaming "MUST GET IT PERFECT THE 1ST TIME &%^%&$*#&%$*!!!!!"
So I am in conflict & having a hard time focusing on it. I keep flopping my book down, and then sighing deeply & picking it up again & screwing up my forehead in concentration only to rinse, repeat.
To break the viscous cycle, I decided to hide out here for a few min and have my moment of pitiness. ... ... is that a word??
I am thinking about removing the slide show I have of bub on my sidebar of my PC because I find myself getting distracted by the cuteness of bub....oh! tHERE Goes the lollipop picture! Bub LOVES him a lolly. There is not much that kid won't do for a lolly.
Anyhoo...this is how I procrastinate... At least it's semi-entertaining for some of the people that love me....
(wistful hope)
i need to go back and finish the Asprin write up. I finished the Acetaminaphen already. Once asprin is done I only have 3 more left.
OHHHH! really quick and cute!!!
Yesterday, me n Mr. Man went grocerying, and while in the check-out line, bub was looking at the tabloid covers and kept pointing at one with some actress and her baby, so I said, "Yes bub, that's a baby...how do you say baby with your hands?" (I ask him stuff like that all the time with out HUGELY expecting a response) would you know it? my little man signed "baby" with out me modeling it for him at all. he then spent the next 2-3 min pointing at the baby, laughing, and signing "baby"....
Is that awesome or what?
Really I gotta finish that aspirin sheet...I only have the drug interactions/incompatiblities and Nursing interventions left....I did the rest....*sigh*
NUBS a fried neebs.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Bub's vocabulary
Just wanted to share what Bub can & does say with ASL
cookie
candy
eat
hungry
thirsty
drink
cup
potty
poop (yes, we just mastered this one this week, although he uses his index finger instead of his thumb)
flower
bread
want (only he pushes out instead of drawing in his hand)
help
sit
please
thank you
ball
balloon
wash hands (after potty/poop)
socks
shoes
cereal
banana
8/19- nut (only he uses his pointer instead of his thumb)
water/wet ("w" at chin) mastered that while visiting grammy & grampy last week
That's a lot for my little bub, huh?
(signing "candy" when I asked him what we were looking at)
He's so smart, I'm so happy he can tell us a little of what he knows now. :)
N
cookie
candy
eat
hungry
thirsty
drink
cup
potty
poop (yes, we just mastered this one this week, although he uses his index finger instead of his thumb)
flower
bread
want (only he pushes out instead of drawing in his hand)
help
sit
please
thank you
ball
balloon
wash hands (after potty/poop)
socks
shoes
cereal
banana
8/19- nut (only he uses his pointer instead of his thumb)
water/wet ("w" at chin) mastered that while visiting grammy & grampy last week
That's a lot for my little bub, huh?
(signing "candy" when I asked him what we were looking at)
He's so smart, I'm so happy he can tell us a little of what he knows now. :)
N
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