Afraid Of Underwear?

I was looking at one of my friend’s blogs and noticed that if you put the mouse up to his links you can see a preview of the link. When I put the mouse up to my blog link the site also suggested similar interests as “phobias” and “bra”. The bra reference I can get due to one of my last posts but I’m not sure how often I post about phobias or bra phobias. So if you do have a bra phobia and have searched for a website devoted to bra phobias, you are in the wrong place.

The Last One

I woke up today early and with a purpose: to find the last Harry Potter book and to read as much as I could. After calling three different stores I found one that had a limited stock left. According to the salesman I talked to on the phone they had about twenty books yet and my chances of getting one were good due to the fact that he thought “the word hadn’t gotten out” that they had copies left.

One hour later I had my copy of Harry Potter (as well as a free poster that came with the book).

I had worked all weekend and had tried to avoid any mention of Harry Potter or the new book. I actually walked out of one of my patient’s room on Saturday morning because the Morning Show was interviewing kids who were reading the book and I didn’t trust them not to leak about Harry’s fate. Now finally I can start to read about Harry’s final adventure.

So if you don’t see me for the next few days, don’t worry. I’m just reading.

22 Is Old

My sister turns 22 years old today.

Jenny was excited to take the T.

The only good thing about being twenty-two is that people stop assuming you are a booze hound and maybe can start enjoy alcohol for it’s taste. Either way, Happy Birthday baby sister!

I see London, I see France

As a nurse I have a lot of conversations about people’s underwear. I’m as surprised about it as you are, but a lot of people have a phobia about being naked. I’ve been asked one too many time by a patient if they can wear their underwear to the OR. Then after surgery women who are “amply endowed” have to wear a surgical bra so their sternal incision doesn’t get pulled open by the weight of their chest. There is nothing more awkward then asking a nun what kind of bra she wears.

So it was in this manor that I found myself wrapped in a surgical bra with one of my co-workers. We had a woman on our unit who said she wears a “50 double E.” I didn’t even know they made bras that large. The bras we have only go up to XXL so my co-worker and I decided to stretch out the bra by fastening both of us into one bra. We later resorted to one of us running down the hallway holding one end of the bra while the other stood in one place to make it fit. Once presented to the patient, who had already told us our bras don’t fit her, we were met with a seal of approval.

Thank god for stretchy elastic.

On The Wrong Foot

Steve and I have signed a lease on a new apartment and until our move in date it sits vacant, ready to be lived it by two kids with nothing but hope in their eyes. So I figured it wouldn’t be a big deal if we called up our soon-to-be new landlords to get the keys to the place so we could measure the rooms and buy some rugs before we moved in. I was wrong.

Sunday afternoon I call the number listed on our lease “uhh, hi, I was wondering if (insert landlord’s name here) is home.”

“No” a harsh and throaty female voice came back at me through the phone.

“Ummmm, will he be home soon?”

“No, he’s in the hospital, who the hell is this?”

I never think that it’s a good way to introduce yourself when the word hell is used to inquire your purpose. After explaining that I was soon to be the new resident of the house and that I was hoping to stop by and get the keys so I could measure…

“CRAP! You don’t have the keys?” I could hear the panic in this woman’s voice. A panic I hear all too often at work with patients who needs a xanex before we get them out of bed. “You need to come and get the keys today!”

“Umm, ok, I can be there in twenty minutes.” At this point I would have done anything to get off the phone with this woman. So Steve and I set off to get the keys to our new house weary of this woman but with dreams of rugs and new sofas in our minds.

Once at the house we called the woman who told us that we weren’t expected until August and we would need to call to her husband.

“592” She started to blurt out a number to me that I was apparently suppose to call.

“One minute let me just get a pen...”

“592”

“I don’t have one quiet yet…”

“592” with ever repetition of the phone number her voice got louder until she was able to give me the entire phone number which she screamed at the top of her lungs. The afternoon ended awkwardly as we called our new landlord in the hospital to ask if we could get keys to house we don’t lease yet.

Not the way I wanted to start our new relationship with a man who holds a large security deposit over us.

Back From Ohio

I haven’t written in awhile but I’ve been busy. Since I last posted I signed a one year lease to live in a house mere moments away from the T and went of vacation to Ohio to visit Steve’s family with him.

It was so nice to be able to relax once the stress of house hunting was behind us. We spent our sun filled day in Ohio drinking, eating every 4-5 hours and spending time with Steve’s family. I had my first sailing trip in year, which I might say I survived without getting sea sick! We met Steve’s new niece and played with his other nieces. Since neither of us are around small children often it was kind of weird to constantly have a seven year old hanging off of one of us. Between asking if Uncle Steve and I were going to get married one of his nieces informed me that life is about making choices and having fun.

It’s a nice perspective from a seven year old.