Fer is caffeinated

… you start speaking Spanish?

I can understand the majority of conversations in Spanish but can’t speak it. You’d have though I was fluent last night. We got a sick lady in who was panicking. Evidently I know enough Spanish to get a triage assessment? Who knew?!?!?

I had a fellow RN in the room and one of our techs (who is a good friend of mine) helping me to get her settled and on monitors….both of their white middle class America jaws about hit the floor when they heard me spout off my Spanish.

But then her family was brought back to the room and they (3 people) were all rapid fire speaking at me thinking I was fluent and all I could tell them was that I was sorry, I only know very little.

TFW one of your colleagues is trying to use a Wong-Baker Faces Scale (the pediatric pain scale with the little face cartoons) to assess pain in a patient, and the patient says xe doesn’t know what the faces mean, so Dear Colleague whips out a phone…

😂😃🙂😐😟😰😭

“Which would you use as your status update right now?”

Welp, this is just about all I want in death.

Like, I want to be made into a beautiful glass thing.  I want to be something treasured for a long time and rarely talked about.  I want to live in the home of someone who loved me, and touched now and then in silent memory.

I want people to forget that I’m in there, I want the memory of what I am to pass out of the family’s knowledge.  I want to be given away, and put out in a thriftstore somewhere.  

I want someone to buy my ashes for $4.99 and put me in a window and love the colors.  I want to cast beautiful, fractious and curving sunlight across the wall, sparkling and glowing and shimmering, depending on the time of day.  I want someone to take a picture of me with the moon behind me, luminous and mysterious.

I want a witch to buy me and put me in her work room.  I want an artist to leave me on their worktable.  I want to inspire people and make them smile.  I want to be warm from sunlight or chilly from the cool air.  I want to be packed in newspaper carefully when they move.  I want to be given as a holiday or graduation present to someone’s kid, I want to be given as a housewarming gift as a reminder of home.

And god, then, hopefully some day, I want to roll off the table, I want that globe to crack.

I made myself a pair of arm sleeves for a recent convention, and thought some people might benefit from it!