For the longest time I was looking for this entry
Rosemary. Just because it was so vidid in my mind. So clear, and crisp, and well there's meaning in there.. and I don't doubt she was down shinning on me.
I find people facinating. I extremly enjoy meeting new people, and seeing how they react, how i react, and how things come to be. Specifically three people come to mind, The pt is room 9764, Mike, and
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auryn24. To each his or her own... and maybe my mind is just a tad confused right now.. that happens.
Prior to leaving on my hiatius from the hospital. I had a shitty night, anything and everthing got on my nerves. Everything. THen there was this pt, that kind of effected me....and just made my night. I worked with her on Saterday night. She was in for a Brain biopsy. In the course of talking to her, I found out that she ahd a hx of a brain tumor, been through radition, chemo, the whole nine-yards and was back with more neurochanges. We talked, and she told me she say Jesus when she was having chemo.. he was a bright light, and a ray of hope. She said I had the BEST bedside manor, and I responded that she had made my night, that i was having a bad night, and she was the highlight.
I came back on Sunday, and we bonded again. She told me that faith is like a peanut.. you don't know what is inside. It is inside that what counts. And she said that "here you rate everything on a scale to 1-10 (mentioning the pain scale", and if I had to rate you, it would be "110%". I smilled and told her I wouldn't see her again, as I will be gone for an extended period of time....
it's moments like this that i feel I connect with my pts. They are more than jsut a pt, a number, a case, they are human, and thier struggle is a real one.Tonight I met up with Mike. Mike and i met on Gay.com last night. He is from San Fran and here on a 8 month working trip. I showed him my bare chest on the cam. He had never worked with a web came before, so that was a treat to him. He came over, and was very differn't and observant. He looked at my apt, and could tell this is my heaven. THat I have alot of stuff that represent me. He said dude alot, and was very talkative. He sat down on the couch and I made him some hot chocolate. He sat next to me, or lounged, lounged is probably a better word, and well..
( CUT for explict content ) There is a mysticism there, something more, and I am curiouse to see if anything comes about it. Not in a relationship way, or anything like that, but more on what we learn from people. What he can teach me about myself. What type of mirror is he, and what will he reflect.
Anyone who has read my private thoughts know that I ventured down to New Orleans to see
auryn24 for mardi gra. And although it has been over a week since i left there in the wee hours of morning (red eye flights SUCK), I feel it now or never to update or think about the trip .
I have to
apoligise for not giving her my flight number. I am such a dummy. When I landed, I was not sure what to expect, I had no expectations, and really didn't know what i was getting myself into when it came to the mardi gras fiasco. I kind of was expecting someone meeting me at the gate with a big sign that said "KEVIN". Very cheesy, but I thought would be cute. I was also thinking of seeing this when I met
treesandmagma in Sacramento. To no avail. I must say that when I got into the Atlanta Airport, the mardi gras creaters were comming out of the woodwork. People had thier party hats on, beads around the neck, it was crazy. Anyways, I got in, went to the luggage claim, and called Liz. She was in the airport, and soon she was comming toward me.
Liz is amazing. VERY TALL, with a big personallity. One could not miss her. She and I gave each other a warm hug, picked up the rental car, and off we went. I decided that I would go with the flow and see what happened. I am glad I did, many adventures were had, and overall a good time was experienced by all. Liz is the perfect person to show one around the "BIG EASY". Very knowledgable, and knows all the little cute locations.
One of the first nights, she took me to a seafood place. The place wasn't fancy, but the food was amazing. I have never had seafood, being raised in the midwest. The group: Liz, Heather, Becky, and Jen ordered crawfish. The ordered it by the lb which I found was very strange. Also, the orderd sausage, corn on the cob, potatoes, ect with it. I had no idea what exactly was going on. When it came, I then knew that you can broil crawfish with a bunch of things. The girls were so wonderful in showing my how to suck head, and eat the meat out of thier tails. The crawfish was AMAZING!! Next on menue was oysters. Again, I was a virgin. They were nummy untill Becky stated 'just don't think you eating snot'! LOL! I would have to admit, I like them fried the fresh from the shell, but even so, they are still yummy!
Mardi Gras is one big party parade. We drank in the street, on the street, in the car, outside, anywhere we could! The parades and the throws were something i had never encounterd. I became a
bead whore or now a
bead slut! There must be extensive research on bead throwing and the lure of the beads. Liz again proved to be helpful as to "what to catch, and what NOT to catch". Being the dumb tourist and kid in a candy store that I was, i caught anything and everything: big beads, small beads, shitty beads, cups, coins, big toothbrushes, soft animals, rubber chickens, panties, broken beads, anything I could get my hands on. IN the french quarter, Liz couldn't imagine that I showed my "pee pee" for such little beads. But I did, because I am a bead whore. There could be a novel on Mardi Gras beads. And in the end, I got my share. Rough estimates measure my cache about 100 lbs of beads. I had to ship 2 boxes of beads back (which were awaiting me when I got my apt), and a plethora of misc goodies and trinkets. What surprised me is that to be on a float, one has to pay, and buy his or her own throws, which come to about $3,000! WOW. I had to take the bigger of the beads with me on the plane, around my neck. Needless to say, going through the ATlanta airport and msp airports, I was a sight, and everyone knew that I had been to mardi gras!
Liz one night took out a map for me. IT showed where I was in relation to everything else. I had no sense of direction, and stupid me, thought Baton Rouge, was on the ocean. I really wanted to go to the beach there, but in relation, it was north of La Place, which is north of N.O. O well beach next time.
Its getting late, but i had a wonderful time. I felt liz and I clicked, as if we knew each other for a long long time. I miss her already, and a big thanks for inviting me to her home and showing me the BIG EASY!
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