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Sky’s the limit

I am a nurse by trade, but most of my days are spent doing something much bigger.

I seek out miracles.

It sounds like a long-shot, but I am successful. Every day.

It’s 11am on a Saturday, and here’s today’s miracles…so far.

1. I woke up.

We are in the middle of a pandemic. Many people went to sleep last night praying for this miracle, and did not receive it.

2. I don’t have too much pain today.

As a person with chronic illness, even a mild reduction in pain is a blessing.

3. My children are happy (as far as I can tell) and safe.

Research statistics on addiction/bullying/foster children/suicide. Too many parents pray for this miracle which has been given to my family.

4. I am sharing company with a man who authentically shows up for me every single day.

I am only capable of receiving him because I learned how to show up for myself first. Anyone who follows along with my journey understands this miracle.

5. I have learned to allow space for opinions that differ from mine, at least for today.

To be able to craft a well-written response to a political comment, then delete it before posting because you remember that you don’t have to show up to every debate you are invited to is a miracle. At least for today…

It’s 11:45am. The sky’s the limit, my friends. What’s your miracle?

This post was written in response to Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2021 Daily Prompt – Jan. 9th

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In the corner

“Nobody puts Baby in the corner.”

Indisputably the BEST line from Dirty Dancing. It’s goosebumps material. For the random outlier who hasn’t seen this movie, it’s the climax of the film. Baby is a teenager who is kept under her father’s thumb, living her life based on his expectations and, more so, his restraints. She was trained to live quietly and appropriately in the shadows. Patrick Swayze’s character is the dance instructor at their summer vacation retreat and stands up to her father using this line. They then dance the dance of a lifetime, her father realizes the error of his ways and everyone lives happily ever after.

I always end up feeling a surge of energy at that line, and more often than not, will clap or pump my fist in the air with some sort of verbal affirmation. “Damn STRAIGHT nobody does!” or, “Hell YES!” I can’t help it. It’s an automatic reflex. This scene is what fairy-tales are made of. What woman hasn’t daydreamed about an attractive, sensitive, talented man standing up for her? Regardless of gender, I think we can all relate to how good it feels to be noticed and validated. Knowing that someone thinks you are worth standing up for can bring a tear to your eye.

I spent the better part of a lifetime daydreaming about a scenario like Baby’s. I don’t need to anymore, because someone DID rescue me from the corner I’d been assigned to my entire life. That someone was me.

I’ve since used my validation skills like a superpower to rescue others from the corner. If the stars align, they use that experience as a stepping-stone to learning how to validate themselves. Or, at least, that’s what I hope happens. As a home care nurse, I have the unique opportunity to see my patient’s family dynamics in their natural habitat. It always fascinates me to see family members delegating their loved ones to sit silently in the corner of their lives, without even realizing that this is what they are doing. More often than not, it never even occurs to the person assigned to the corner that stepping into the center of the room is even a possibility.

Many dysfunctional family dynamics have been a part of my patient’s daily lives for decades and are way beyond a quick pep-talk from a nurse. One episode of validation is not going to substitute for marriage therapy. But, you’d be amazed at how effective a conversation can be, in regards to making someone feel worthy. Even if it’s a quick chat that normalizes an eighty year-old woman’s emotions. She may opt to continue sitting in the corner, and that’s absolutely her right. But, there’s nothing like seeing an old woman’s eyes sparkle because she finally feels “seen.”

Do you ever notice anyone delegated to the corner? Consider letting them know you can see them. You might like how it feels to have a superpower.

This post was written in response to Linda G. Hill’s “Stream of Consciousness Saturday”

 

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2021 Daily Prompt – Jan. 2nd

 

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Supermarket nurse

Today, I stopped by a supermarket on the way to see my last patient. It’s her birthday and I wanted to buy her an orchid, because she’s special to me. I’m standing in line at the checkout behind a woman of about 70ish. She compliments the flowers and asks who they are for. I tell her it’s for one of my patients and she says, “Oh, you’re a nurse?” Before I can even answer, she props her elbow on the counter and begins to tell me about the “recent biopsy on my uterus for polyps and I’m going for an ultrasound today and I’m a little concerned because they haven’t gotten the results from the biopsy yet and I’ve been staining every day since the procedure and they keep telling me it’s normal but I’m not sure it’s normal and why do they want the ultrasound if they haven’t gotten the biopsy results yet”…literally going on and on and on, just like that. I couldn’t help but smile, because we’re in the middle of a crowded checkout line and I’m thinking “what other profession gets this kind of response in a supermarket?” as she’s blurting all these personal details out to a complete stranger…and I’m TOTALLY fine with it and SHE’S totally fine with it. People are kind of looking at us with a “T.M.I.” look on their faces. A cashier opens up the next register and motions for me to come over, kind of smirking like she’s thinking, “I’ll save you from this conversation”, but I can’t just leave this anxious woman with that ball of worry consuming her, so I stay and reassure her that light bleeding after a biopsy is common and getting both procedures sounds like protocol. You could see the worry just float away from her face with that one sentence. Why she felt better with it coming from me and not her doctor, I have no idea…but we both just rolled with it. I wonder if I said it in a way that validated her emotions? I think hearing it over the phone and seeing it come from a real person can make a difference. I felt sincere when I spoke to her. I wanted to ease her pain. People were still looking at us…some smiling, others furrowing their brows. What…you’ve never heard the uterus being described as “very vascular” at the market before?  We kept chatting about it for a bit, like old friends. It was a pretty awesome and rewarding experience, considering I wasn’t even at work. I finally go over to the next line and she’s still talking to me, kind of yelling over the magazine racks to ask me questions about where I work, seeming pretty happy now. I don’t know why I find this story so enjoyable, but I’ve been SO happy ever since it happened and it’s still making me smile. I guess I just love random interactions with people that end up being positive experiences. It makes me feel satisfied and connected to the world. I wouldn’t change being a nurse for anything…Facebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmail