Friday, July 20, 2007

Lost in Space

Well, blogger has eaten my last few posts- and after I was all fired up to be posting more regularily, too. Lets see if this makes it through the ether.

Work- still a learning experiance, as in experiance is what you get when you don't get what you want. The hard part about nursing, and I dare say medicine, is that you do your learning on actually live people. There are systems in place to prevent massive screw ups, but still, nurses frequently say that they learn something new every day. My conscience pricks me when I have to learn something that, had I know it before hand, my patient would have been that much better served.

Knitting- I have gotten this book, which is very unlike most knitting books that I enjoy. I'm more likely to like stuff with cultural details and classic designs, heavy on the colorwork and technique, light on the word for word instructions. But the kimono baby sweater sold me, as well as the very conservative, traditional yarmulke pattern. While I don't think much of the knitted underpants, overall it is a charming and pleasing book. (NB there are people in the world so wealthy that not only do they have a horse, they are going to knit and then full it a blanket out of KUREYON. That nearly un sold me from the purchase, but the baby sweater triumphed.)

In other news, the dog we brought home from the pound last month bit my son. It was not his fault, I was there. The pound took her back, they plan on offering her to people without children if she passes her temperment test again. Another instance of experience. I think I will wait a long while before getting another dog, and let the elderly chihuahua age in peace. My son is fine, he did not need stitches, and it could have been much, much, worse. I feel badly for the dog, as she showed a lot of promise. But, one cannot bite people because they walk past you with a popsicle in their hand.


Elliott said...

Learning while making mistakes is just part of life I think. It's how I constantly feel about parenting.

Unfortunately for the dog, the mistake was too great to chalk it off to a learnign experience (and you have no confidence that a dog learns anything until it's repeated about 100 times).

AlisonH said...

I had to read the horse blanket part out loud to my husband to explain why I was laughing.

And then, doggone it, well, crum. I'm sorry. No, you don't bite a kid. Period.

But I want to come reassure you, as a patient, that it's okay that you make mistakes. It's actually a comfort to find I'm not the only one who's being only human. When you're a kind soul who would never on purpose do anything that bites to anybody ever, the rest is okay; you are there for each patient, and that's what matters. And it matters a lot.

(ps. Before I ditched Blogger and moved to my own site, I was copying every post so I could paste it in should it go blooey. Which it often did. Silly Blogger. And which, after rereading this, I did for this comment. It's a good thing I did!)