I work hard for the money.

Never in a million years did I ever imagine it would be so hard to be committed to keeping up with a blog. I thought it would be part of my routine...wake up, get something to eat, sit down and blog away. Pshhht. I should have known. Its hard for me to consistently floss, much less be disciplined to open my brain and let it explode onto a keyboard on a daily basis. Kudos to all of you faithful bloggers who keep the posts rolling on a weekly and sometimes daily basis.
I never knew how much being a dad would really consume every second of every day. Its great. I love it. I think Sofia is our miracle from God and love being a parent, but its hard work :-) She's six months old now and time is whirling by completely out of control. I wish I could somehow wrap my hands around time and wrestle it to the ground, but honestly, I don't think I have the time or the energy to even get that done. The only reason I'm able to type this blog is because Sofia fell asleep in her sling (she's getting so big and my neck is killing me wearing this sling). Joana and I have been committed to keeping Sofia out of daycare....we joke that our arrangement sounds like a custody hearing: I have Sofia all day Monday, Joana has her Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, I have her Friday and every other Saturday.... crazy I know. Family time is Thursday evening, Sundays and every other Saturdays (when Jo is not working). Thankfully we have family and friends who help out and allow Jo and I to get away on the occasional date night.
So---now that I've blabbed about not having time to blog.... lets move along

Yeah, I do work hard for the money....
This past week was absolutely crazy. My 90 something year old patient managed to kick me in the head and spit on me all while having restraints on both wrists, one ankle, and a restraining vest on. Don't ask me how he did it but I was so happy he was able to be discharged home. Typically, the patients I take care of are too sick to do high-kicks in bed....Usually they are hanging on for dear life, but not this old chap...he was full of it.
Now I never even thought about money when I chose my career, and I do absolutely love my job....but its pretty frustrating to imagine that I put myself within spitting distance of crazy old men who want to kick me in the head and then run into the next room to save the life of someones father, mother, brother, or sister...and then theres some guy who plays baseball for his job and makes millions. Seriously? he plays a game and gets millions and I save lives? Not that I think I should make a million dollars... but wheres the sense in this? And not only nurses...but teachers. Teachers mold the minds and shape the lives of our children...and we know their salaries are ridiculous. Why is it that the more impact you have on the lives of others; the closer you are to the REAL lives of humans...the smaller your salary. Well, that's how it seems anyway...and i think its absurd.

that's all.