This post is for my CIS class : ) I do indeed have a functioning blog of my own, but due to my now ridiculously intense nursing curriculum, I rarely update it.

Enjoy !

-Chelsea (Butts) Adams

I got my hair cut once again. The end.

The weather was slowly getting warmer and pleasant and now I sit here to see specs of snow falling to the ground. It makes me want to cry... its f#$%@$%$@! april. APRIL APRIL APRIL APRIL I want to bury myself in the covers and sleep through this miserable climate.
I'm on the verge of insanity and that is no exaggeration.

Somewhere else someone is complaining that it's too hot... probably an oversized tourist in florida who is embarrassed of their foopah sweat leaking on to their flourescent fanny pack.

ENFP

I often think about who I am and why I do the things I do. This fall I got really interested my results of the Meyers-Jungg personality test I had to take for Abnormal Psychology. I was rated as an ENFP. (Extravert Intuitive Feeling Perceiving) I took various forms of the test and literally all of them characterized me as this dreaded ENFP. Upon looking at the traits of someone who is an ENFP, I was literally taken aback at how accurate they were. I'm not talking accurate in the sense of "oh that applies to me." More like accurate in the sense of "all of these apply to me." The most striking thing was that ENFPs tend to get along with members of the opposite sex easily. You might think this to be something that applies to many people, however, ENFPs feel comfort in the company of those of the opposite sex. Growing up, and even to this day, my male friends most certainly outnumber my female friends. The female friends I do have are not within the spectrum of overly effeminate females.

Anywho, as I'm sitting and thinking I realize that my M.O. is often feeling based. If I have a bad feeling about something, I'm less inclined to participate in it. Practicality is boring. I know that sounds ridiculous, but it's something that I feel quite often. People who dress practically, live practically, talk practically. It's not that I am drowning in excess, but muted floral wearing women and egg shell off white painting house wives depress me. I see men in corporate attire dancing around their words but not expressing anything to get anywhere... It literally bothers me. I realize all these things now. I've sat in stark white classrooms with flickering flourescent lights and I am overcome with a sort of depression that I cannot describe. Aside from economic responsibility, this is why I hate shopping at wal mart. The store is filled with practicality. I will mention that practicality is not a euphemism for "poor." I've encountered plenty of people without a dime that are more enriching and colorful than those with copious amounts of money.

Basically everything I do is influenced by my environment. I sat at the bank with off white walls and people obsessed with practical things and it drove my crazy. Cutting coupons, gossiping about celebrities, chatting about good carpet cleaners...They were what society wanted them to be, I refuse.

Faux Spring

I had my first iced coffee of 2008, thus signifying the start of spring. (granted it was 10 degrees outside) I've rid myself of all that is winter. My first step is refusing to wear a coat. This may seem impractical to most, but I've decided that mother nature will hasten her progression towards spring if she sees that one of her "flower children" lacks outerwear.
Paul and I headed to Fargo last weekend and had quite a wonderful time. We spent the day shopping at culinary specialty stores and he picked up a sweet pair of "vintage" nikes. (those sweat shop workers sure produce some fancy kicks) While were in Fargo, we met up with a friend we know off of the internets. It's quite odd to meet someone in person when you are used to staring at an avatar. We were a bit apprehensive at first because you never quite know what sort of weirdo hides behind an internet persona. Fortunately, Jamie turned out to be a pretty normal guy living a pretty normal life. We sat in Barnes and Noble and chatted over coffee for a few hours. After B & N we headed to the thai restaurant where we went last year for our anniversary. In addition to our entrees, we ordered some food to go so we could have thai for lunch the next day. Overall, the trip was so much fun, we listened to "America" the John Stuart mock academic textbook on the history of the United States. When discussing the Boston tea party, they had a commentator (in a period accurate british accent) exclaim "Those tea drinking motherfuckers!" (picture the queen of england uttering such a phrase.)
Also, after wrestling with my apple wireless keyboard for god knows how long, I finally purchased the new brushed aluminum wired keyboard. I have to say that as I am typing now, my fingers are having what I will describe as "digit-orgasms." So if you were considering purchasing the new keyboard, but were taken aback by its thin and minimalist design, trust me, its quite ergonomic and worth the 50 bucks.

Also, paul and I bought matching aprons... if there were a culinary counterpart of "Best in Show" ....


Happy Spring to everyone , ND will encounter spring in about oh 2 months.

Loss

As most of you know, I'm a little bit of a Discovery Health Channel addict. Our DVR is literally 80% full of medical mini documentaries and reality shows. There was a recent episode of "Trauma , Life in the E.R" that really got me thinking. Let me paint the scenario for you:

A woman is rushed to the E.R. because she is in pre-mature labor and experiencing loss of blood. You see the E.R filled with a NICU team and OB team as well as surgeons etc... The woman is also diabetic,hypertensive, and quite literally hysterical which isn't helping the situation. To make matters worse, she is hispanic and although some of the trauma team is bilingual, she is so disoriented they cannot understand her. You see this beautiful disaster unfold as anesthesia runs in and they prepare to do an emergency c-section. After an intense few moments a screaming bloody baby is extracted from the mother and the NICU teams gets to work helping the premie to breathe. You then see this lovely little clip a few days later with the mother in recovery holding her newborn with a myriad of tubes attached to the infant. The viewer (me) feels a sense of relief. You think, "wow this baby has overcome so much!"

The episode also included gun shots wounds and run of the mill trauma. At the end of each episode they give updates on most of the patients. As I'm reading the text the following sentence scrolls across the screen:

"Baby Armando was discovered to have a rare heart condition and passed away 5 days after his birth."

Immediately the next show cuts in "John and Kate Plus 8" with this cheery little elevator music intro, and I'm left with my jaw on the floor.

What's my point? I guess I or "we" have gotten so used to having these musical motifs to clue us in that something bad is going to occur, similar to a sitcom. We hear these 9 second audio clips of violins suddenly changing to a minor or diminished key pre a tragedy. It occurred to me that if I'm in an ICU fighting to save someone's life and they take a turn for the worse, and pass away ,there will not be a soundtrack of tragic music to lull the pain of death or loss... there will simply be the cold stark reality that the individual no longer exists. I guess I should get used to it really. It reminded me that these shows are real people, these physicians and nurses take on these burdens daily.

Now to brighten the mood a bit, I present to you, "cats in hats " (against their will):








I got my hurrr did

wikipedia

I've become obsessed with wikipediasurfing. Recently I've read pointless factoids about Clarissa Explains It All which then lead me to Hey Dude and so on and so forth. I also wasted an hour of my life playing one of my all time favorite games Lemmings via a free DHTML version on the internets.

Just as chicken soup might be good for the soul, so is a dose of early 90's nostalgia.

SYKE!