Pressing On Towards Goals

Today I had the opportunity to participate in a walk to raise funds to fight MS. We couldn't have asked for better weather and it felt so great to be out in the sun and spending time with friends. The walk was only 5 miles and it was relatively easy but nonetheless it felt good to complete it. When we reached the end we had to all walk through a balloon arch as people clapped and cheered.
This whole experience got me thinking... Goals to strive towards and markers to reach are important things, they keep us focused and motivated to reach the end. I recently talked about goal setting and celebrating milestones with one of the new nurses I am mentoring. We each came up with some goals for ourselves and we update each other frequently when we take the bus to work together. My goal was to one day become an "eating, sleeping, healthy person." (She actually helped me choose that goal :)
It's been exciting to be able to finally make some progress! Though I suspect that this will be a lifelong journey,a milestone is in sight. I've been offered a 20 credit contract next year at Northwest University to teach a clinical group, manage the skills lab, and do a few specialty subject lectures. While this actually means a salary cut, this also means more time with students, more variety, more daylight exposure, and I can reduce my hours on the "red eye" shifts at the hospital. I am hoping the more normal schedule will allow me to spend more time with family and friends and not miss so many important days in the lives of the people I love.

"I want to know Christ and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in His sufferings, becoming like Him in death, and so, somehow, to attain the resurrection from the dead. Not that I have already attained this, or have already been made perfect. But I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." Philippians 3: 10-13

My Office Runneth Over (again)

I'm not exactly sure how this happened but today I found myself in the store room of a surgery clinic practically burried in donated medical supplies. It seems that the mother of a good friend of mine has been "chatting" with her coworkers at the surgery clinic. Before we knew it a nurse named "Mary" was directing me to drive my car down to the loading dock. We crammed it with as many boxes of gloves, IV needles, sutures, sterile drapes, and medical tape as we could. Mary kept asking me if I would take more! "There's still another warehouse," she says.
Being an ICU nurse and not a surgical nurse there were things in that warehouse that I can't even identify so I told her I would inventory the current load and then get back to her. It seems that I am once again sharing my office with a growing mountain of random medical supplies. Only this time I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to ship it. I guess this is God's way of telling me that I gotta stop dinkin' around get working on the further development of Shiloah Health Outreach.

How Long Have We Been Working?

Yesterday my friend Naomi and I met at a coffee shop to work on the curriculum for Rwanda. After some amount of coffee we both managed to "enter the zone," each of us concentrating heavily on our sections. When we finally looked up from our work we noticed it had begun to snow. The flakes were huge and the snow was sticking. We started our work on clear spring day and finished in the midst of snow storm. Just how long had we been working?
As we left the coffee shop we soon found visibility to be pretty poor. Our first attempt was to drive to Naomi's parents house which was only a few miles away from our meeting point. Sadly, the Weed house is perched on a hill. As we slowly drove we passed several cars either stuck or slipping around on the blanket of snow. We decided (I guess it was actually my decision as I was driving) not to attempt the hill and to drive to Naomi's apartment in the downtown area as we knew there would be less snow there. We both made it safely to our respective houses.

Trip Preparations

This morning after work I walked down to the UW Travel Medicine Clinic to schedule an appointment to get my shots to go to Africa. Interestingly I learned that there is a nationwide shortage or the yellow fever vaccine. Apparently there are only a few specific days that the vaccine will be available at the clinic. The multi dose vial has to be used within 1 hour of opening it. I now have an extremely inconvenient appointment for the yellow fever vaccine. But you've gotta do what you've gotta do when it starts to come down to the wire.

Things That Make You Go "Hmmm"

A few months ago a patient came to the hospital with a life threatening aortic aneurysm. He had surgery to repair it however unfortunately during the surgery he suffered a massive stroke. After the stroke he showered clots throughout his body leaving him comatose and in a vegetative state. He remained in the ICU for several weeks on life support with little to no hope of awakening.
He was an immigrant from a country far away and he still had many relatives living in that country. Hospital staff tried many times to speak with the man's family regarding his grim prognosis and possible decisions to withdraw life support. Each time the subject was approached, staff was told that they needed to wait for the rest of the family (who weren't even immediate family) to arrive from his home country.
We waited and waited continuing to care for the man as best we could but nothing changed. We were merely taking care of a body, a shell, the person he once was had already gone. We were running out of time and we needed to come up with a plan.
Finally someone suggested the idea of placing a web cam in the patients room and having a family conference over the Internet. I must admit that is a very creative plan and even a good plan if we were looking for a way to include the rest of his family. However, it didn't stop there... Staff were then asked (by the family members present) to keep the web cam on while withdrawing life support until the patient finally passed. I suppose it's not like we were posting this on youtube but it certainly did make me go hmmm...

Blin Cake and a Happy Maslenitsa!

Perhaps you have all been wondering why my blog address in blincake. There there is a good reason and here it is. Several months ago during one of my many academic misfortunes, a Russian friend of mine taught me the word 'blin'. Not only is it a scrumptious pancake but apparently it's also slang for darn it. Don't worry, I did my research and found that it's just as mild as darn it.
Some History:
At that time I had mentioned that I felt I was being buried under huge pile of blin frantically trying to dig myself out of it but the blini seemed to just rain down from the sky. It was like Jack and the Blin Stack. While discussing this with my Russian friend who takes every opportunity to feed me, I was made aware that it's possible to take all those piles of blini and make them into a cake. That is exactly what we did and when we were finished, we had 17 layers of chocolaty goodness!
Last week, my computer and my thesis were stolen. Conveniently, I learned that last week was also Russian pancake week! Hurray for Maslenitsa! Maslenitsa is a week of grand celebration in Russia much like Marti Gras (which I know nothing about) happening just before Easter and also welcoming in the Spring. Everyone cooks and eats copious amounts of blini, plays obnoxious games, burns a scarecrow (bidding goodbye to winter) and somehow a trained bear is involved. Here I was once again with Marina making 17 layers of chocolaty goodness out of my blin stack.
So what does all this mean? Here's the good part. I called some friends who work for Microsoft to ask if they knew of anyone who might be selling a decent used laptop. After my friends heard about the "thesis incident" I was invited to breakfast to discuss what could be done. After having a lovely breakfast (of course any breakfast is lovely to me) we went to a computer store where my adopted family chose a wonderful new laptop, purchased it and handed it off to me. "Your work is too important to lose any time on, we want to help." For once in my life I was speechless. What a blessing! Though the road has been rough, I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that this is the project I should be doing.
So... Here I sit with a new computer working on a project that is so much bigger and better than anything I could have done alone. It's 17 layers of chocolaty goodness!

Unspeakable Tragedy

Well... I am being a little dramatic, but what happened was pretty terrible... Last night/this morning my laptop was stolen. To make matters worse my thesis was on that laptop. "Didn't you have it backed up," you might ask? Of course I did, however the jump drive I had it backed up on was with the computer at the time of its abduction.
The story goes:
I took the bus to work last night and took my laptop with me as I had an appointment in the morning with my committee chair. I don't have a locker at work so I took the case to the substation between my patients rooms and put it under the desk. Two of us were working out of that substation and for most of the night either myself or Katy was occupying the desk. This morning when I reached under the desk to get my bag, it was gone!
Poof, just like that my entire life's work was gone. I suppose it wasn't my whole life's work, but it sure seems like it. I had worked for months on that. My literature review, my needs assessment, my research data, and my curriculum all vanished.
I now have 53 days to recreate my entire project, have it translated into French and have a deliverable project on plane en route to Kigali, Rwanda. Logistically, it's impossible but I am reminded that with God all things are possible. I just has to happen, there's no other option.
So here's to minty coffee and late night curriculathons!