December 26, 2014

Tired?

I went in this afternoon to see a patient to follow up on some things from this morning. 
Her: "You must work very hard." 
Me: "Why do you say that?"
Her: "Well, this morning you looked all chipper and bright, and now you look nice, but a little tired."

Um, Thanks? 

December 19, 2014

A Nice Little Welcome Home

The husband (I got married, did you hear?) and I came home from Puerto Rico yesterday. This morning we picked little man up from Kindergarten and had a nice little relaxed day. While I was unpacking, little man looked at me and said all excited, 
"Are you gonna live here all the time now?" 
"Yeah. All the time. Will that be awesome or not awesome?" 
"Yeah awesome!" 

Melt my heart. 

December 9, 2014

Mac and Cheese


Dear Liz,
This is basically the same as mac & cheese. Consider saving your money next time. 
Love, 
Yourself

Predictive Text Is At It Again.

Oh man this one killed me. Especially since my #RockingBody quest has me focused on health and fitness over skinniness (It's not a word. I know. I know, but you get my drift).



December 5, 2014

Predictive Text

Can you see how well my phone knows me? 


Also, this SwiftKey app has changed my life. 🎶 Who can say if I've been changed for the better, but I have been changed for good 🎶 and what not. 

November 27, 2014

Thanksgiving

Yesterday morning little mister came in while I was doing my makeup and asked me: Liz, do you want to help me make a gingerbread house? He was so excited that how could I resist? Little mister is, how do you say, very particular about things, but he told me as I was frosting the little roof: Make sure you stay in the lines, but it's okay if you don't. 

Photo cred: Le Fiancé. 

For lunch he pulled out a lunchable and said, "Liz, do you love pizza?" "I do love pizza." "Do you want me to make you one?" You better believe he sat right down and made me a little pizza. 

See, the thing about this particular 5-year-old is that he is so open to inviting me to participate in the fun things going on in his life. He doesn't care as much what we're doing. He only cares that we're doing it together. I never realized when I met this little guy how much he would teach me about generosity and thoughtfulness. The ways he would inspire me to be less selfish, more giving, more inclusive and more open to the love of my Heavenly Father.  I have a lot to be grateful for indeed.  




Photo cred: Little Mister. 




November 15, 2014

Friday. (I Know It's Saturday)

So this song just came up on my shuffle and you better believe I turned it up and sang along like I always do. 

November 14, 2014

Spandex!

I'm pretty sure this is the first time I've worn workout clothes since ye old surgery. #RockingBody

October 20, 2014

And then there's the alarm situation during night shift weeks.

Notice the bedtime at the top of the screenshot. 💤💤💤

October 11, 2014

The reason I love having time off

Going from this: 
To this:
Although in reality it ends up as this:
I can dig it. 



October 9, 2014

Mixed Feelings, You Know?

Half Reece's and half Butterfinger?Theoretically delicious. I, however, remain undecided regarding the texture situation. 

October 8, 2014

Who Knew I'd Be So Happy To Stationary Bike For Ten Minutes Straight?

It sure has been awhile, but man I love the bike. #RockingBody

September 21, 2014

Gelato


Sometimes on Sunday morning you just have to polish off an entire pint of lavender honey gelato while driving home from Park City.
And yes, my nails are painted some sort of neon tangerine color.

September 18, 2014

A crazy song for Thursday

I'm not sure what exactly reminded me of this song I loved circa 2004. But I was thinking about the line that talks about brandishing. We don't ever talk about brandishing anything but weapons, but I think the word should somehow be applied to those who flaunt their authority, those who brandish, if you will, their power and thus use it as a weapon. See, that could totally work. And no, this post is not directed to a certain specific authority figure I spent 40 minutes talking to Kate about yesterday. No way, Jose.



September 17, 2014

You Know You're a Nurse When (part 23)

You have dreams about placing central lines. Like literally as you're sleeping you're dreaming about dropping a subclavian in trauma B or whatever. 

August 26, 2014

You know you're a nurse when (part 22)

You start speaking like you're dictating.

I called the pharmacy the other day and called in a prescription for Flexeril. And said the period outloud. 

I've also started saying "scratch that" as though it's a normal thing. "Let's meet at Village Inn, scratch that, the gas station." 

The unexpected upside of the whole dictation situation is that I can use Dictation software to bust out an eight page paper really really fast.  And yes, I just used the words "bust out" and "paper" in the same sentence. Boom. 

Also, maybe I dictated this blog post maybe.

August 15, 2014

Thoughts for Liz in 2010 (In which you post a shameless selfie with air-dried hair and no makeup)

think you should know that one day four years from now you're going to take a job you absolutely love. You'll have to work at 6 AM, sometimes for days on end, and as a result you're going to basically stop wearing make up. You're going to love how confident you feel without it. You're going to rock air dried hair almost everyday, and you're going to love it. You're going to love it so much that on date nights and church days you'll wonder why you ever spent so much time on daily makeup. So maybe, just maybe, consider that you can relax a little about the whole "beauty" situation because, let's face it, you're a babe. Even when you don't try to be. 


#RockingBody

August 12, 2014

You know you're a nurse when (part 21)

This sign on the wall above the crash cart cracks you up because, say it in an AED voice, "Shock delivered. Resume CPR"  

July 30, 2014

You know you're a nurse when (part 20)

You know you're a nurse when the following sentences actually come out of your mouth:

I smell like blood. Is there blood on my arm?





You know you're dating a keeper when he doesn't run screaming for the hills.

Hypothetically, of course.


July 28, 2014

Zzzzzz


Please, someone just kill me. 

July 21, 2014

Notes I find on yellow scratch paper

Found my notes from a conversation with Kate while cleaning. 
And no, I don't remember what the end of those sentences were originally supposed to be. 


                                                                                                   Dogma

[Being liked for the right reasons and liking people for the right reasons]
__________

It's not about them it's about having what
_________

People are who they are-tell the critical voice to shut up unless

  • You don't get to have problem free friends
  • Squash that negative judgemental voice
                 

[[Balance]]


[[[Man up]]] 

July 19, 2014

Break Your Plans

Oh man, I heard this song on the radio and I wondered: does The Fray have a new album? Confirmed by Shazam! Super happy about that. 

July 12, 2014

Baseball on Instagram

Dear Instagram, 
Sometimes I try to follow my favorite baseball teams but I can't because of all the comments. What is this, the new YouTube?! Good thing I still have Twitter, the little comment-free corner of the universe where I can always be in love with Clayton Kershaw.
Liz

July 11, 2014

Jennifer Lawrence

Would anyone judge me if I have a whole Pinterest board called Jennifer Lawrence?

July 9, 2014

A Lot of People Go to College for Seven Years...I know, They're Called Doctors

Dear Liz in 2005,
Thanks so much for keeping that patho book. Little do you know that you'll still be needing it for a presentation in 2014. But on second thought, I probably shouldn't tell you that you'll still be in school in 2014 because, seriously?!

June 11, 2014

On (Not) Wearing Heels

Today (post op day 29) I sent this picture to Mr. S with the caption: I can't wait til I can wear these again.


Not the purple capris but the patent red heels. I'm wearing the purple capris as I type. 

See, the things about hip surgery is that wearing heels has become literally impossible for me, which is really a shame because I'm five ten, and I really need to wear heels to feel like I'm TALL enough. It's possible that most of everything I just said is a total lie, but what isn't a lie is the following. At PT yesterday I found out that my hip flexor is more inflamed than the average attractive 20-something year old female who's had this surgery, which means they put me on a steroid to kick the inflammation and stopped all my PT other than 2 days a week of pool PT, which I am so glad I get to keep because pool therapy turns out to be my current favorite activity. Walking back and forth and side to side while watching people do the butterfly is probably better than anything else ever. I know you think I'm kidding, but I'm not. I write my pool workouts in my workout log, which makes me feel ripped and awesome. They're also letting me do some stretching and bridge poses, and other than that, it's laying in bed on ice checking dozens of books (both audio and otherwise) off of my good reads list. 

Needless to say if you feel like praying for my hip flexor, my gams and I and my heels probably wouldn't even mind. I might even give you some good book recommendations in exchange. 

May 29, 2014

Stat Biking

I got cleared to start biking up to 30 minutes at a time, they just said I have to ramp it up in 5 minute intervals. So today is 15 minutes. Can we just talk about how good biking is for the soul?
Yes I'm riding a Schwinn AirDyne. I've also had these shorts since a St. George trip with Ashley Adams in approximately 2004 or 2005. Also barefoot. Please don't judge. I am legitimately happy in this moment. 

#RockingBody

May 28, 2014

Arthroscopic surgery

I took my steri strips off today. I know you're supposed to let them fall off or whatever, but it's been two weeks and I just had to see the damage. And you know what I found? Three quarter-inch, straight, well-approximated healing surgical scars. A year from now, you won't even know they're there.(!) And I thought: you know, arthroscopic is a pretty good way to go. And also, props to the surgeon or PA who closed this. You win at life. 

May 27, 2014

This is how the cool kids spend their evenings

Happy post-op day 14 to you all. Also, how did I never read White Fang until now? 

May 24, 2014

I Tried This In Spite of The Post-Surgical State

           I don't want to talk about it. 

May 22, 2014

What's Happening In Baseball While I'm On Bedrest



David Freese and Josh Hamilton?! Luckily for me, I'm leashed to my ice machine, which I have to be honest, I love more than Josh Hamilton currently. 


Well apparently that draft of a post never actually posted (I wrote it a couple days ago and believe me I tried) but the update is that Mr S has received a series of texts today talking about my obsession with Mr Hamilton and a series of screenshots of Instagrams (what is the world coming to?!) 


Needless to say, we won't be attending, because, I can't believe I'm saying this, I couldn't get a wheelchair in time. Remember how I was climbing and biking two weeks ago? I am never taking the use of my legs for granted again. But seriously I'm sure a post will be upcoming regarding my gratitude for my health and my #RockingBody's amazing ability to heal and something about how blessed I've felt by The Lord through all of this. And since this is a post about Josh Hamilton, one of the best stories of redemption I know, I guess it's fitting to wax somewhat religious. Over and out. 





May 20, 2014

On What It's Like To Have Surgery

It's officially postop day seven, and I'm sitting here, scratch that, lying here in bed with my hip on ice. I'm off the narcotics now, so I figured now is as good a time as any to write a blog post about this whole experience.

The good news is that my hip pain has mostly resolved following surgery, which makes me feel encouraged about my decision to go through with the surgery.  If you didn't hear, I hurt my left hip Climbing only to find out that I had a congenital malformation that was only fixable with surgery. In spite of the fact that I work with surgeons, I have a bit of a severe aversion to surgery, but it seemed like the best option at the time so here I am. 

I'm just a little bit sore. Which is not me using literary understatement, I'm actually quite surprised by how little pain I've had. After surgery they kept me in the hospital overnight on a Toradol drip, and I'm mildly convinced that Toradol is the best invention of all time. Staci took me to surgery, and literally five minutes after I got back to my room, I was up, had changed back into my regular clothes, I had peed (Am I allowed to say that on my blog? Urinated?) and I felt like going on a walk. I thought, well, this is no big deal. Mr Sean, who bless his heart, received nothing but completely amorous musings and my very reasonable demand that he sit by my bed and hold my hand every waking second was kind enough to keep a supply of Taco Bell coming all week long because what can I say? I'm a classy girl. 

Then there was the middle of the night when I woke up in excruciating pain. It happened every night for 3 nights straight. It may have changed my views on epiduralless childbirths. Needless to say, there was a lot of crying involved. 

Speaking of crying, I seriously cannot remember the last time I went more than 24 hours without bursting into tears. I hardly know what to say to people anymore. I cry if it hurts, I cry when I'm lightheaded, I cry when I look at my face in the mirror and see how pale and pasty I've become. Yesterday I woke up thinking about how great it would be to go for a swim until I remembered that that's not currently possible, and I made it through that little incident without crying, which I take as a major victory honestly.

I told one my professors I had had surgery, and he "graciously" agreed to allow me a two day extension on my homework. I literally burst into tears when Jenn walked into my house at 9 PM the day before my homework was due and made me get my laptop out and define 10 key terms related to gerontology. I don't care to mention how long it took my neurons to put together this one page assignment, I will only say that without Jenn, it wouldn't have been possible. 
 
So now I'm headed to physical therapy where they'll hopefully take me off bedrest and maybe give me some sort of magic pill to dissolve my lightheadedness and allow me to do more than 10 minutes of biking twice a day. Although, I'm pretty sure that if they do that, I will burst into unrelenting tears, not that that's anything we haven't been exposed to daily this week. 


My Daily View

Just a little post op day 6 picture of my mostly bedrest legs. I won't talk about how long it took me to shave my legs today and subsequently how long it took to recover the energy I lost from doing so. I stand by my statement that it was #worthit

For those who are wondering, I had surgery on my left hip. I can't say that I recommend it. I can say that I'm very grateful for everyone who has helped me through the process

May 16, 2014

My Grandma is the Best and I'll Tell You Why

I've been recovering from surgery for the last few days at my grandma's house. Today she brought me this lunch tray and said, "I know you like to eat Nutella with a teaspoon." 
She's probably the best grandma in the history of ever. 

May 10, 2014

Missy Higgins

Has anyone else noticed how much Missy Higgins looks like Chelsea Handler on the cover of this album?
For the record, Missy Higgins is a phenomenal songwriter and lyrical genius. 

May 7, 2014

The Poisonwood Bible

I spent the afternoon packing and listening to what I dare say is the most brilliant book I've read (listened to?) in at least ages, although perhaps ever. It is literary perfection. I highly recommend the read. 

May 6, 2014

Provo Biking

Oh Provo Biking, how I've missed you. 

#RockingBody




April 24, 2014

Zen

7:15 a.m. Time to get my Zen on. 

Don't worry I was going to take a picture when the pool was untouched by human hands, placid, but Mr. So-and-so here dive-bombed the shot. 

April 21, 2014

Dallas

Week before last I went to a conference in Dallas. The weather was perfect. 


I spent an evening at the Dallas temple, which is currently rocking a spot in my top three.


I loved it so much that I went back for a little afternoon serenity. 


And naturally I hit up a Rangers game. Darvish pitched. The evening was perfect. I wore a t-shirt. There was a perfect breeze. The stadium next to the water was too gorgeous to handle, and they had a rentable field for kiddos to use during the game. The sky, the wind, the ambiance. I even talked my way into free parking. 



And in between it all, a conference about dying and a lot of appreciation for my life, my breath. 





April 13, 2014

The Best Kind of "Your Mom" Jokes

Me: Dad, I'm in love with the Dallas Temple. Did I tell you?
Dad: I'm in love with your mom. Did I tell you? 

April 9, 2014

Amarillo

Currently sitting on a plane in Amarillo, Texas: the land of country songs and heartbreak. I can most certainly see why. Would you look at that sunset? 

April 8, 2014

April 7 Stream of Consciousness

Do you ever go through months at a time where you don't really feel like writing in your journal and then suddenly you can't stop writing, sometimes at the rate of multiple entries per day? The other night I was having some insomnia and I remembered that line from Billy Collins

And when my heart is beating
too rapidly in the dark,
I will go downstairs in a robe,
open it up to a blank page,
and try to settle on the blue lines
whatever it is that seems to be the matter.

It probably doesn't help that I recently started reading the collected poems of Dylan Thomas. I can't help but feel a little sad that I read "Do Not Go Gentle" and thought the whole thing would be just as life-changing when it turns out that I basically can't understand anything else in the entire book. Needless to say, I'm reading it with a yellow crayon and highlighting the few phrases that impact me. What is it about reading with a writing utinsil in hand that makes me feel like a poet?

I'm heading on a trip soon and I just really need a fantastic book to read during my (get this) 2 layovers. Sometimes when you don't plan ahead and you don't want to pay $1200 in airfare, you just have to suck it up and get some really good airport literature.


April 1, 2014

Yoga clothes

Another matchymatchy outfit from Ms. Liz. Navy leggings and black clogs. Totes adorbs. 

March 25, 2014

The Latest Plato's Closet Find

Because what the world really needs is more bathroom selfies, and what I really need is more black and white patterns.

March 18, 2014

Spring Training


I couldn't resist. 

March 13, 2014

Ironing

Am I the only one that irons my shirts like this? I know Sam would if he owned a flat iron. 

March 2, 2014

Leggings

I need to tell you a story about a pair of leggings. 

I saw a climber wearing them. I loved them. I bought them. They were overpriced. I returned them. But then I still wanted them. So I bought them again. It's normal. 

Saturday morning I headed to the climbing gym with wet hair and no makeup wearing my new leggings. When I arrived, a large group of teenagers was blocking the way in. One of the girls, a blonde, looked at me in complete shock/awe and said:

Woah, you're like a professional!

At which point, I was literally rendered speechless. If all I have to do to look like a professional climber is go to the gym with no make up, wet hair, and a pair of overpriced leggings, I'll take it.

As you can see, I'm pretty happy with my purchase.