I thought 1970 was going to be my year.
I was thirteen…
With red glasses, crooked teeth, a pageboy hair-do, baby fat still in evidence and no particular talent to speak of.
Although I did get an “A” in “Modern Dance” in the eighth grade.
I did a dance to “Your Song” by Three Dog Night (This was pre-Elton John. He wrote it but we didn’t know who he was. Yet.)
I was most likely delusional, but in my own mind I really was Martha Graham.
Which shows what a geek I really was because who wanted to be Martha Graham in 1971?
I sent in for the admission form and I filled it out and everything.
But they wanted a picture. Dang.
I never did send it.
I guess I always had dreams. Still do. One of which is to be an author of a book.
Which I nearly pitched out the door today, along with the computer that held it!
Fifty-thousand freakin’ words in a month?
What was I thinking?
Well, how shall I put this…I didn’t exactly fly out the barn door on November 1st with The World’s Greatest Novel. I…procrastinated. Then I got the flu…..did I ever mention how much I hate vomiting?
I’ll spare you the details.
By yesterday I was at 2,084 words. Out of fifty-thousand. I had to get my butt in gear if I were to even remotely hope to catch up. So I did.
I am now at a more comfortable 10,084 words and counting. My secret?
iTunes! Yep. Forget sitting in a quiet house with the rain pattering on the roof whilst one plies ones trade and writes away for hours…
Phffft! I couldn’t even stay awake. But crank up the iTunes and oh bay…beee……
And so, when I write the dedication to my book, I shall have to thank, in order of appearance: America, Aretha Franklin, the B-52s, The Backstreet Boys, the Bangles, the Beatles, the Bee Gees, Elvis (yes folks, Elvis was IN the building!), Elton John, the Everly Brothers and Fleetwood Mac.
I wrote 8000 words in 1 1/2 days and I’m only up to the “F”s in my iTunes Library. My goodness, it could be War and Peace by the time I get up to Will Smith….
Only this time I will send it in.
Thank God they don’t require a picture….
I tend to be a solitary worker. I work very independently and I certainly don’t want any strange writing on my charts, god forbid!
In an ER, this isn’t always a good thing, as I sometimes tend to lose the overview of the department. I tend to focus on the world of my assignment and in an ER, that can be a weakness.
Well thank goodness I work with nurses who don’t share my short-sightedness.
The emergency department is truly a team effort, and I work with some really great team players.
To the nurse who discharged my patient in 8A while I was tied up in 8D with a conscious sedation, thank you.
To the nurse who essentially took on another room with their assignment when I got caught up in the post-arrest patient in Room 1A and never left that room for 90 minutes, thank you.
To the doctor who reminded me, “there is no such thing as a stupid question”, thank you.
To the nurse who medicated my patient in Room 10 while I was taking report on the ambulance patient in Room 7, thank you.
To the Charge Nurse who literally took me by the shoulders out of the room and said “go on break”, thank you.
To the ER tech who showed me the correct way to do a sugar tong splint when I’m hopelessly splint-phobic, thank you.
To the nurse who stayed over on a double shift, slept for four hours and then came back on the floor for another twelve when there was no one else at all who could cover, thank you.
To the ER tech who made the trauma room spotless in less than five minutes when it looked like a bomb had detonated inside, thank you.
To the staff who worked for me when I was sick last week, thank you.
To the nurse who shut the door so that I could sit with my dying patient and their family and listen to the stories of his life, thank you so much. You will never know how much that meant to me to have that time with them.
To all my colleagues who have ever answered a light, grabbed a Vicodin, tossed a warm blanket or grabbed a glass of ice chips…
For having my back,
For making my patients comfortable.
For being on the same team I am.
Because you see, I’m not as independent as I think I am. I do what I do as well as I do because you help me pick up the slack.
For my patients.
For our patients.
And so, I will try to do a better job of keeping my eyes open and having your back, too.
In the meantime, if you are sinking fast, please let me know because while I may not be aware of it, I am happy to help in any way I can, to do whatever I can.
For your patients.
Because that is what team players do.
(And to the nurse who wrote the vitals on a paper towel so that I could write them on the chart in my special ink…thank you!)
See what happens when I procrastinate by watching videos on iTunes?
This post was inspired by the Foo Fighters “Learn To Fly”. It’s worth the $1.99 to download it off of iTunes; funniest video you will ever see.
The title of this posts is one of the lines in the song and it was an immediate inspiration.
I’m tellin’ ya, inspiration comes when you least expect it.
(Now if someone can just tell me when this baby fat is supposed to go away…….)