First of all I want to say this blog will share information about myself, my nursing career, and events that have occurred during my life. Sometimes there will be humorous stories, sometimes there will be sad stories, and sometimes there will be serious information about health concerns. I will ask one thing from any readers of this, please if you don’t like it, just don’t read. Please do not leave ugly hateful comments, if there is a grammatical mistake please just over look it. This blog is being done for a couple of reasons, one to keep my mind busy and second my husband feels I have important information to share (we know husbands are never wrong). Of course feel free to leave any positive comments. Eventually I will share why my blog is named Nightingale Interrupted, but first lets start with some basic back ground about me.
It all started on very cold blustery day in January, well I am assuming it a a cold windy day because most days in January in South Dakota are cold and windy. I was brought into this world in very small town of South Dakota. I joined a family of 2 very loving parents, 2 brothers and 2 sisters. After my stay in the hospital I returned to where I would live and grow up for the next 20 years. It was a small farm outside of another small town in South Dakota, (800 population). No, I am not going to tell you that I had to walk barefoot in snow, up hills both ways to school. We got to ride in my dads pickup truck, we would be stacked 6 people in front seat, bigger ones on the bottom little ones on the top. As the youngest you can guess where I always got be. Sometimes when weather permitted we might ride in the back of the pickup.Guess thatgaveawayhintofhowoldIammmmmmmmm since no one would dare ride in the back of pick up for years. As I think back over my childhood, I don’t think I could of had a better one. Yes, we had chores we had to do before and after school, ( those chores can get done very quickly when its 20 below) yes there was rules and consequences, but along with that there was much love, playing games with family and fun times. I feel that growing up on the farm played such an important part of the adult I became, the work ethics that I have, the accountability I have always felt , my love for little baby critters, and the kindness I have always tried to show to everyone. This last thing was not always easy to accomplish, especially the past few years.
When talking about fun, just want share a couple of fun things about my dad. He had a great sense of humor. We always had cousins (from the city) that came to visit. He had convinced them our black cows gave chocolate milk and that the way you got the milk out of the cows was by pumping their tales. My day would be sitting on the milk stool and had one of cousins hold the tail and pump it up and down. If they stopped pumping, my dad would stop milking the cow till they started pumping again. In reality he just wanted them to hold the tail so they wouldn’t switch it in his face or get it in the milk bucket. Another thing I remember is that one of the cousins wouldn’t drink our milk because it came from cows and not the grocery store. So when they visited 1 container of milk would be bought at store and that container would last the 2 weeks that they visited,( because it got refilled with our milk).
Well I hope you will come and read the next one. The next one will pick up with how my 45 year career in health care all started.
Thanxs for stopping by to read my musings
Ann