30 Days of Thanks: Veterans, Nurses, and Pajamas

I’m going to catch up on my 30 Days of Thanks project. I actually think of something different each day and write it down, but it’s difficult to write and proofread a blog every day, especially if I want an interesting one with lots of cool images, since as a technical writer, I know some readers don’t like tons of text.

November 11, 2010: Today, I am thankful for veterans.

… and you should be too, if you’re reading this- after all, veterans are fighting for our freedoms of speech every day. We all know America isn’t perfect, but it’s important to remember those members of the United States Air Force, Army, Marines, Navy, and Coast Guard who have protected and are protecting us and our freedoms.

I also hope I can make it to the traveling Vietnam Veteran’s Memorial that is in Florence sometime before it leaves town on Nov. 16.

November 12, 2010: Today, I am thankful for nurses.

After being diagnosed with anemia earlier this year, I have my iron levels checked every 2-3 months.   I’ve had blood drawn more this year than the previous 24 years of my life combined.

In other words, I’m officially a human pincushion.

Unfortunately, I’m not that great when it comes to dealing with having blood drawn.  It’s not the needles or the sight of blood that bothers me- I majored in Biology for two years; I’ll watch them draw blood.

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I’m cool with blood. Seriously.

I don’t really know what happened this morning.  Let’s just say one minute, I was having blood drawn.  The next minute, I was lightheaded and sweaty.  Not quite “I just ran 6 miles sweaty”, but it’s weird for someone who’s always cold to be sweaty in a notoriously cold doctor’s office.  I also had a nurse over me, putting cold paper towels on my face and giving me apple juice.

They would’ve told me if I actually passed out, right? And I don’t think they would’ve let me drive. Then again, not being sure if you passed out or not is just as scary as actually passing out.

Nurses are awesome people.  I’m grateful for the one who stayed with me constantly after getting blood drawn, not to mention watched me get up off the table AND walk out of the office, even if she did make me drink a cup of apple juice before I could get up and leave.  I mean, the nurse spent a lot more time taking care of me today than my doctor, who basically just asked me if I was taking my iron supplements and ordered more blood tests.

Nursing isn’t easy.  It takes a certain type of person to be a nurse (i.e. definitely not me), and I’m thankful for those people.  I have some good friends who do it and some who are going to college for it, and I can’t even imagine the multitude of information they have to learn in less than half of the time doctors spend in medical school. It’s far, far, more than taking your blood pressure and making you step on the scale against your will.

(By the way, after being taken out of work for the day, spending most of it in bed and being careful when I got out of bed, some chocolate milk, and a Subway breakfast sub, I am feeling much better.)

November 13, 2010: Today, I am thankful for my pajamas.

Yeah, I go from being thankful for very serious people- veterans and nurses- to pajamas.

I admit that I stayed in my pajamas most of the day the other day.  But whether you’re under the weather or feeling great, there’s nothing like fresh, clean pajamas.  You know- right after your pajamas come out of the dryer and are still warm on a chilly night, after a nice relaxing bath?  Yup, that’s awesomeness right there!

Unless you’re him, then you hate wearing pajamas.  Or anything else.

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