Absolute disgust

Hooooooo howzit my friends and family! I honestly thought I was going to be able to write this blog a little earlier in the week but here we are…. At least you’re still hearing from me this week! It’s mid January and if you’re like me and surpassing everyone who quit their New Year’s resolutions already, we out here succeeding! Congrats to us! I’ve been attempting to get into a routine with the new job and adjusting has been fun, satisfying, and frustrating all at the same time. My workouts have taken a little bit of a hit but again all about the adjustment period, just gotta lean into it a little more. Speaking of leaning, of course I have a story related.

As I write this, I’m lucky enough to be sitting instead of standing on the train at 5:56 pm. Though proximity wise, puffy jacket flush with puffy jacket of the man sitting right next to me (HI IF YOU’RE READING THIS!!). Personal space is one of those things that is determined by circumstance. If you’re packed in a subway car, totally normal to be face to face just inches away from a random stranger. Whereas, if you’re in a bad mood and have zero tolerance left for anyone in the world because you’re a raging B**** from PMSing (obv not speaking from experience), please maintain distance of at least 6-8 ft. Personal space is very very dependent on a whole lotta variables. In this case, picture me working in a hospital. (TBT to L&D) I had brought the patient into the room for an induction and was placing her on the external fetal monitor and contraction monitor. Personal space really honestly doesn’t exist on this floor. We are all up in peoples private parts FOR SAFETY REASONS, but I mean we have to be. It was the nature of the job. So I was putting on the monitors, basically wrapping my arms fully around this woman’s pregnant belly like I was about to give her a warm hug to be able to grab the straps. And of course I’m wearing my handy dandy Apple Watch, which starts to vibrate. I can’t find the band beneath this woman’s back for a good 15 seconds and decide to give her and myself a break. Maybe I should check my watch too…. Of course my silly little self decides to check my watch right underneath the patients nose and what does the caller ID say?

“Romantic Man. Com”

Have I ever used this site before? Never. Have I ever gotten a call from them before? Also never. Am I currently in the state of being a nurse who is supposed to be professional and also take care of this patient for the next 12 hours? Absolutely. Did the patient see my watch? Also absolutely.

She looks up at me and poses her eyebrows in a manner that has question marks written all over it. I shade away from her curious face with pink cheeks and pure embarrassment. Personal space does not exist here. And it won’t exist for the next 12 hours entirely either. So instead of avoiding the topic, I told the patient and she laughed. She said, “I actually get ridiculous people calling me too. “

Who am I kidding, that’s what I wished happened. She could barely look at me the entire rest of the shift and I was too ashamed to talk about it with a stranger, much less someone I had to be professional with! Some situations create opportunity to lean into discomfort, and others… well, others need to be whipped into the trash like the wet paper towel you just used to wipe up the liquids dripping down the pipes from the bathroom sink.

On that disgusting note, I hope you have a disgustingly fantastic rest of your week. See ya in a few! Love you mean it, also don’t forget to email/message me with any concerns, questions, or even if you just wanna talk. Sistah ceej be here for you! K shoooooots!