Guess it’s about time…

I’d like to extend myself a warm welcome to the world of blogging. I’m late to the party, I know.  If this were a cocktail party, the hors d’oeuvres would be gone and the guests would be a little too tipsy to drive home.  But here I am arriving late, with my bottle of wine for the hostess.  Which is nice because I am the hostess.  So welcome!

This blog is being born out of a desire to put into words the stories that people beg me to tell at cocktail parties, which they then immediately regret requesting because I don’t have much of a filter. I used to, I suppose, before becoming a nurse.  Now it’s filled with holes so big that just about anything gets through.  Also, my husband gets a little tired of listening to me come home at night after a long shift and fill his ear with the various funny/good/bad/gory parts of my day.

I am a nurse, among other things.  I work in a hospital.  It’s a busy hospital.  In a big city.  Lets just leave it at that.  This blog will be cloaked in anonymity and confidentiality secondary to the nature of its content.  Also, I want to be able to talk shit legally.  I’m a good person.  I am.  I love people.  I’m also a cynic (thanks Mom) with a sense of humor.  Because if you can’t laugh while you’re up to your elbows in it, what the hell are you doing anyway?  Maybe that should be the name of my blog…Up to your elbows.  I’d also like to offer a preemptive apology for my language.  I occasionally cuss.  It’s inherited from the maternal grandfather, who was a fisherman.  And spare me the “swearing is for people with limited vocabularies” because that’s my line.  But I still swear.  And my vocabulary is anything but limited.

So here we are.  Many topics await our discussion.  I have a large mental bank vault of stories just waiting to be written.  I consider it part of my reflective practice as well; a way to look back and digest my clinical experiences.   I’ll intersperse my archived stories with current stories.  And perhaps I won’t limit posts excusively to my professional life.  After all, all work and no play makes Jane a dull girl.

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