Kindra's Blog

Whit and Dominique laughed at me because that is what I keep repeating as I opened my box from home this afternoon.  Over, and over, and over again.  Gifts mean a lot to me. Especially when I can tell that the person took the time to find something that they really thought I would like.  And especially since I live so far away, now.

And there was SO much stuff in that box!  I'm not sure who packed it all in there, but they did an amazing job.  I kept pulling things out, and pulling things out for what seemed like forever. :o)

So, a great big THANK YOU to everyone who sent anything in the box.  It was appreciated far more than you will ever know. I jumped up and down, clapped, cried, and marveled over it all for the better part of the afternoon. :o)

That wasn't the only thing to make me happy today.  There was quite a build-up of happy things, actually.

The clinic was...well, like the clinic often is on Tuesdays- a little slower.  I could once again do some of the cleaning that is always calling me...And I so rarely answer that call. :o)

I was trying to explain to someone today that it's the tiny little things that make me absurdly happy....like shining the little metal things that cotton balls are kept in.  I love sitting and smiling at them when I'm finished...And I can practically see them smiling back.

I got to start an IV again.  I always loved them in school, and haven't had the opportunity to do one since we finished clinicals last year.  I had almost forgotten how satisfying they are. :o) A woman came in and started "decomposing" this afternoon, so we gave her liter on normal saline, and she perked right up.  Mis Leda dismissed them this afternoon to head back home.

Or the fact that the bandage station clipboard is now hanging neatly on the wall, and not sitting on the counter and constantly in the way.  Kudos to Nate for that one.

And being able to show a mother her unborn child, using the ultrasound machine.  When I pointed out the baby's foot (or what I believed to be so), she looked so happy.  I am now determined to figure that machine out. :o)  I just so badly want to know what all those buttons, dials, and switches do.  They completely intrigue me.  We're looking for a volunteer to come teach us how to use it, so if anybody knows anybody....please, send them our way.

Steve and Shana and our missing nurses arrived back home today.  It feels like it's been forever since they were here, and it was so good to see them again.  Whit and I both enjoyed the challenge of running the clinic ourselves for a few days, but it will definitely be nice to go back to having more nurses around. :o)

I think we're having a wiener roast tonight with our latest company (Alvin and Mary Kay Stoll came with my box from home today), so I should run see if my laundry is dry enough to come in before it gets completely smoked.

Hope y'all had as good of a day as I did...And have a great rest of the week.

Take care, and God bless!

-Kindra

Okay, so I decided when I created this blog that I was NOT going to be one of those bloggers who always seemed to forget that they had a blog.  I was creating a blog for one reason: to keep my family and friends updated- and I intended to post on my blog.  I mean how hard could sitting down for a bit every couple days and typing a little something be, right?  Wrong!  It's been a month since I've posted ANYTHING on here.  Shame on me.  Anyway, now that I've got that out in the open- moving on...


We were treated to a trip out to town and to the beach last weekend.  We got to browse market for a couple hours, sit down at a real restaurant and have some absolutely delicious chicken and goat, hit the beach and go snorkeling, and just relax without having to keep an ear constantly turned to hear if someone knocks at the gate.  We came back exhausted and refreshed.


I got to do my first suture job today.  I've been dying to get to try ever since MMI, where I really enjoyed the lesson and getting to practice on the boards they gave us.  I even got to try finger-block anesthesia, and, since the guy said he couldn't feel his finger after about ten minutes, I'm assuming it worked. :o)  I know that it was a far cry from perfect when I finished, and it certainly wasn't the prettiest suture job I've seen, but the edges of the laceration were more or less back together, and it was a definite improvement from when he came in.  And I was hooked.  Steve is now voicing concern that I may go sneaking out with a machete to assure myself of job security. :o)

The poor fellow's finger before it was cleaned, he had stuffed it with tobacco to stop the bleeding.

I also thought I'd share a picture of Bianca in her lovely little bunny palace....she seems to be quite happy and content living in it. :o)


Have a delicious week, and God bless!

-Kindra