Thursday, February 25, 2010

Looks like Love

This morning I was listening to some of my favorite music that reminds me of the JH Ranch and I started looking through old things, notes, pictures, etc.. I stumbled upon some things from when I was in Georgia and found a sweet note that I had written that I thought I would share:

There was a little boy who was about 8 years old. He was autistic. If I remember correctly he was H1N1 positive and we were trying to start an IV to get some fluids and medicine in him. Knowing that we would only be able to poke him one time before he completely lost it, we had to do it right the first time. His mom asked if she could come in while we were starting it, but we said no as we typically don't encourage parents to be in there because its harder to get stuff done with the kids freaking out and reaching for their parents all the more. As we were putting the tourniquet on and cleaning the area with alcohol prep pads, he begins freaking out. At this point he is absolutely hysterical and it seems as its going to be a challenge to even calm him down, much less get his IV going. We allowed the mom to come in with hopes of calming her son down. She came right beside him on the bed and grabbed his face. She had her hands around his face (kind of like blinders) and her face was right in front of him so they could only see each other. She said, "look at me!! Look at me! Look at me... 1... 2... 3..." He slowly joins in as he's calming down, "4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10" until he stopped freaking out and was focused on her. In the midst of that the nurse had still been holding his arm and just rubbing over the spot where she would poke him but as he was focused on his mom the nurse poked him and by the time they were done counting she had poked him and had him ready to go.

It was such a sweet moment to witness because you could tell that was their thing. What she has probably done with him countless times in order to help him relax. Later I started thinking about how the Lord desires us to do the same thing. If we would just focus on him instead of the the chaos and confusion around us it would make every situation better.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Change of Time

I have nothing in particular to write about but these are just a few things that have been on my mind lately..

I don't understand why its so cold. A constant cold. In Dallas. I think it has to be some kind of record because the constant cold temperature around these parts is unheard of. I'm ready for it to be warm. Not hot. Not 110 degrees, but 70 with a slight windchill would be nice. :)

As I prepare to head to Abilene for Sing Song I think of all the crazy things that will happen this weekend and I'm a bit overwhelmed. I can only imagine how many old friends and familiar faces I will see and I can only wonder how many names I will remember. I laugh at how we have slightly overcommitted our car to hold not just us 4 girls but an additional 4 people.. Should be interesting. The entire idea of Sing Song is absurd to me. I'm not hating on it as I have been apart of it, but I think the idea of it, how big of a deal it is to people is something I don't think I will ever understand.

I am on this never ending journey to figure out what I really want to do with my life I have begun to realize that the big decisions don't really matter. Alanna (my roommate) recently got a job and 2 days into it she has begun to dread going to work.. To her credit she is still just learning the ropes and doesn't have much responsibility and doesn't know a whole lot of people, but I think we have this perception that a job will magically fix things because it is our focus throughout college and even after. Although it does help in aspects, it's not an end all. I've realized that you never really arrive. Even if you try so hard to obtain something, after the excitement wears off, its not usually as great as you thought. The grass is always greener. It's the stolen moments.. like waking up to coffee already made, or sitting watching ridiculous television shows for hours, or late night conversations. Those are the ones that are the precious ones- the ones that have nothing to do with big life decisions or figuring out answers.

I have a few favorite words right now: ticky tuck, amoebic, bam bam, and shaggy. I don't know why so please don't ask.

I think I might take a break from the book. I have thought about it again as I sometimes get annoyed with all the commotion on there. So if I disappear off facebook for a while, don't fret. I'll be back whenever I get bored..

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