Resolving our individual needs to grow beyond what we are.

Many times over half the battle is to recognize that you are not meant to do some things in life. For me I have loved the ER and I am excellent with patients and their psychological needs. Those very interpersonal communication skills I am so damn good at (and have received many compliments from patients and staff alike) make me peculiarly unsuited for the Emergency World. I love EMS when in the field - no time to talk anyway.

So the big push now is to find a position in the world using my Masters in Community Psychology, medical background and international experience. I don't want to be 'just' a nurse (God bless em!).

So now, having given word to this, ACTION!

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Hey baby, I sat here in Costco
Heard the worshipping voices of prosperity,
Wondered at the ending of meaning
When I brushed against your message from long ago.

You may be dead and gone
But sure as hell not
From my heart
As I hear your voice
My friend your voice
Of Scotch fueled Jazz
Till 3 O in the morn

Then the message ends.
But not our memory,
Fran you wild woman
What do I do without your insane sanity?

I'll never listen to Oscar, Trane, Miles,
Or any of our faves,
Without laughing with you.
Message received
Message ends
Scotch & Jazz flies baby . . .
You listening?
Yeah baby, yeah.

Your eyes have the look of promises.
Promises that cannot be kept but are wanted with quiet desperation.
Where would it carry us this naked lust and longing I have laid bare
before you?

To no
Uncertain end I am sure
Upon a shore of unknown origin
A species unknown
But loved unknown
To the ends of known space.

Enveloped by you
I,
I seek freedom,
And you.

The leaves of Fall begin to make themselves known. The long winter
beckons. Nature sleeps, gathering, waiting for rebirth. Darkness falls
sooner, I long for renewal and paths untraveled, for one who treasures
me and not themself above all others.

Focus on the platform, NOT the Shoe platforms!

I heard and read on the news this morning that sales of the shoes and glasses that Sarah Palin wore at the Convention have shot through the roof. So the message is that people are focusing on personalities and in general not what they stand for or what they do.

I am guilty of this at times . . . I cannot state every single position of any candidate. I do not care about their glasses or shoes.

Let's focus on what they say they will do, how they have lived their lives, their values and how effective they have been in public service and representing the people they were elected to represent.

That is just me though and I have clearly been in the minority for a long time. Leaving the country if the Republicans get in power is starting to sound like a very attractive option. The country is being dominated by undereducated, racist, giant truck driving rednecks that hate immigrants and can't think critically. That is who is going to elect John McCain - patriots without thought, who fly the flag strapped to their car or truck but cannot even find Iraq or Afghanistan on the map. Makes me ashamed to be an American, still proud of what we can be but not of what we are now or are becoming.

David

An update . . . of sorts.

I have not had much to say of late so at least an update is in order - for me to read if nothing else.

I continue to work a lot of hours at my hospital. We are soon going to 'basic' status meaning two nurses on at all times. On a practical level that means going to 12.5 hour shifts; longer days but more days off at a time.

I also continue to work my second job about 10 hours a week doing online medical work for a doctors group out of San Francisco.

The money I make is going toward paying off my debt, now down to about $9,700. I hope to have it down below 9000 by the end of September. Complicating this process is the fact that I am buying a truck from a good friend of mine and am diverting some money toward payments, for luckily he is flexible enough to allow that.

Then today I had my 1992 Volvo 740 Turbo Wagon in the garage for some work I needed done that I could not do. It appears that the head gasket is slowly going (meaning that it could fail at any point). The engine has almost 250,000 miles on it now so I want to begin saving for a rebuilt engine. The mechanic I use has a 'short' block available so I can essentially piggyback most of my engine onto it potentially saving a bit of money by doing so. My air conditioner system is new as are many other pieces on the car so it is more logical to rehab the car then sell at this point (I neglected to mention I just replace the rear shocks and springs with overheight springs and Koni Shocks from Holland).

Reminds me of the old quip 'I owe, I owe so off to work I go'. So very American capitalist. Well, my hope is that I will retire my debt (no car work will go on the credit card), have a car that is 'new' (interior is being fixed/renewed, new suspension and now a new engine) and the future reveals itself to us in all its glory.

Sure, get right on that would you bucky?