Hudson William Edwards

Being held by his Auntie

(He is already perfecting his wink... What a heartbreaker!)

Today my first and only nephew is 2 weeks old! I haven't seen him since he was a week old and my mom and brother are telling me that he is changing so much! Only one more day before I get off work and get to go home and see his magnificent face!

New rule...

This is my night off. I never work Tuesday's, so as usual I went to the typical "watering hole," as I do any other Tuesday. Then suddenly it hit me... As I met someone that I had "met" before (I remember meeting this face, but as a person they had made no significant impact on me).

I am usually a nice enough person, that if you ask for my number, I don't give you the run around or a fake. If you have balls enough to ask for my number, I usually give it.

So... tonight "Brandon" introduces himself. "Brandon" is stumbling around (obviously drunk) and decides that I may be a person he would like to know....

Conversation:

Brandon: "Where is your man?"

Me: "I don't have one, nor do I want one?"

Brandon:"So, where is your man?"(apparently Brandon hasn't mastered the art of hearing)

Me: "I don't have one. I'm not looking for one."

Brandon: "Oh..Ok. What's your name?"

Me: "Bethany, nice to meet you (NOT)! What is yours?"

Brandon: "Brandon. You going to call me sometime?"

DING DING DING!!!! Then it just dawns on me... Obviously, no I am not going to call him, but it is like de ja vu hits like a ton of bricks! This happens EVERY time I go out! I realize I am not interested in this drunken fool and I will never talk to him, but in my people pleasing attitude I hate to be rude so out of nowhere it hits me...

Me: "No. What's my name?"

Brandon: "Aww... come on...."

Me: "No seriously... You meet me again and remember me and I'll tell you my number."

Brandon: "Aww... come on..."

Blah, Blah, Blah.... conversation continues until he realizes I am not interested! Then, I am going to pay my tab, and who do I end up standing beside... BRANDON!

Brandon: "Hey, this makes twice! What's your number?"

Me: "What's my name?"

Brandon: "Alice?" (Seriously??? What part of Alice sounds like Bethany?)

Me: "No!"

Brandon: "Oh... I'm sorry! Stacy?" (Seriously...)

Me: "Bye!"

Blah, Blah, Blah... he follows me. We part, he sees me again, similar conversation... yada, yada. yada! Thus proving that my new rule, effective immediately, is WONDERFUL!

Meet me twice, and remember my name... then you can have my number! I also forgot to include that meeting me twice entails meeting me on two seperate occasions (two completely different days!)

Sweet Treats

There truly something about strawberry buttercream icing!

I am not a sweet eater. But who turns down cupcakes? Something about the portion makes me feel like they were made just for me.

At work last night I found out there is a place in Cookeville that sells cupcakes (less than a mile from the hospital)! Maybe I thought about them ALL NIGHT. Maybe I was exstatic when I found out they open at 6:30 (30 minutes after I get off work). And finally, maybe I bought a dozen when I got off work!

AND... yes they are delicious! Can't wait to try the pomegranate white chocolate! The place is called Sweet Sallies. If you need a pick-me-up, go to http://sweetsallies.com/

They aren't MagPies (AWESOME bakery in Knoxville), but they are the closest I have found!

I love my job

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Because it has so many options! Last night I was supposed to "orient" to the other floors in the hospital for 2 hours on each floor. Normally I HATE doing this. I like my comfort zone in the ICU where I have 2 critical patients, I know everything about them, and I am the only person caring for them. I do my own vital signs, baths, and give my own meds. Maybe it is a control thing... Hmm... But anyways my first love is the intensive care unit (ICU).

So, last night as I was orienting to other floors (so I can work there if they are ever short handed) I started on our cancer floor. I have always known that I don't want to do geriatrics (old people) because it isn't interesting to me and I feel like it is just too sad. There are always people that argue with me saying that ICU would be the hardest, and they don't know how I take care of people that are so sick, but I never wanted to do anything else. This floor (cancer floor) is populated with people of all ages, but I never gave it much thought. Ok... I now know which floor of the hosiptal is without a doubt, the saddest. They really care for the patients, emotional needs and all. I am not saying that we don't on my floor, but often times my patients are so sick that we spend every moment just trying to keep them alive physically!

Definitely an eye opener! I've always heard that "it takes a special nurse to work in ____ area!" That could not be more true! I have a new respect for these people who are special enough to love those floors like I love mine! Truthfully, I would never be able to leave work at work if I had that to go to everyday!

To all the geriatric, cancer, med/surg, OB, cardiac, neuro, pulmonary, pediatric, and any other unit I may not have mentioned: I have a new respect for you and am truly happy that you are able to care for those patients day in and day out and love your job like I love mine. If you don't love your job, I am sorry and sincerely hope that soon you will find your area!

Why...

You could be happy? I chose this title because it is a song title that has turned into one of my favorite quotes. YOU COULD BE HAPPY.... only you can decide if you are happy and make plans and decisions accordingly. No one else has the power to make the decision for you...

In the beginning

This is my horribly lame and not so creative attempt to document life, love (haha), short comings, misgivings, charming and spectacular events that I call life. It is also a bit embarrassing, given that I am not creative, word savvy or the least bit interesting! It would be nice to be somewhat like the wonderful blogs I've been reading! Enjoy!