Myrtle and Kitty

Just home from work. My shoulders and feet are sore. Busy day.
A couple church groups stopped in at work to spend time with the patients and they brought Easter candy for the staff. I hid the candy from the staff and passed it to my patients. .... it made them smile. :O)
I took care of one little lady named Myrtle. She was a depressed woman. Wouldn't get out of bed. Neglected her personal hygeine, and had essentially stopped eating. Her husband was dead. Her siblings were dead.....her parents, dead. She had no one, and her health was failing........she had no reason to go on....... a sad little woman........she had cat pictures on the wall near her bed, cat books on her bedside table, and a red sweater with a cat embroidered on the pocket.
One Saturday I snuck and brought my kitten to work. I went to Myrtles room and I laid the kitty in bed with her. It was the first time I saw Myrtle smile. :O)
I continued to bring kitty to work with me on the weekends. All week long Myrtle would inquirer "how's my baby?" and she'd want me to reassure her that kitty would be there each weekend to visit. Myrtle started bathing again, dressing each day, and her appetite improved. Saturday mornings she'd get out of bed earlier than usual, bathe, dress and put on lipstick all in preperation for her little visitor ...........and each Saturday morning I'd hand kitty over to Myrtle, like a new born baby......Myrtles face would lite up, her eyes would fill with tears, and she would smile. She'd take kitty and wrap her in the blanket. She'd kiss, rock, dote over and share her breakfast with Kitty. It was sweet.........was a good thing........and that's all. Happy Easter.

Life Is A Shit Sandwich

I hate my job!
I miss my kids.
My head hurts and I have cramps.
I'm tired.

Couey=Child killer

Did Jessica Lunsford have to die?
We've heard the same story played over and over again in the press.......a child goes missing. Her abductor, rapist and killer is found. He has an arrest sheet as long as my leg......serves little time for each crime and is set loose to kill a little girl. A little girl who has said her prayers and is tucked in for the night, "safe" in her home.
How many more children and women have to be raped/murdered by a person who has already been identified as a sexual predator? Why do we allow them to plea bargain to lesser charges? Why do we allow them to walk free to commit the same crimes over and over again?
When will we take a stand and say enough is enough! These people cannot be rehabilitated, and we will not allow them to walk our streets. One strike and you are out, for good........no second chance to kill or to rape....PERIOD!
Jessicas mother has said to the press that Couey will get his......I hope she finds a way to shoot him. I hope that as they walk Couey in to the court house, that someone shoots him, blows his brains out. That would be justice served!
PS......Coueys half sister should be slapped. What a work of art!

A girls first period

My 12 y/o daughter had her first period this week. When she told me she had "started" I immediately went back, in my mind, to the day I had my first period. I was 13. I remember being afraid to tell my mother. I guess I was embarassed. My mom handed me some pads and that was pretty much it. I remember feeling alone, scared, and disappointed that my mom didn't recognize what an important day it was for me.
My thoughts quickly returned to the present. My daughter sitting next to me in the front seat of the car, just out of school for the day, and telling me that she has started her period. I smiled at her, and told her congratulations. I patted her thigh, and asked her if she was feeling OK? Mind you, the whole time I'm congratulating her, and patting her leg, I'm also choking back tears. My baby girl is growing up, and I'm not so sure that I'm ready.
We stop at the drug store and pick out several boxes and bags of panty liners. Blues ones, pink ones, some with wings, some without.....short ones, long ones.....some for "light days" and some for "heavy days." As we shop she relives the moment she discovered she had "started", and how she went to to the school nurse, ect. ect. I listened and I asked questions. I complimented her on how she handled herself with such grace and confidence. She smiled at me and gave me a hug.
It was a good day and hopefully many years from now, when my daughters daughter is growing up, my daughter will reflect, and remember with a smile, the day she had her first period.