Louisiana writes in her journal about recent happenings in her life.
Thursday, December 28, 2006, 2:22 p.m., C.S.T., Nashville, Tennessee~
Dear Journal~
I am at work, sitting in my office, finishing the last of my paperwork, before I head on home for the day. It was a very busy day at work; had twelve new admissions to the hospital, and we had a Code Blue to add to the excitement. (The woman didn't make it, unfortunately.)
I work tomorrow, then I am off Saturday and Sunday. It is my weekend to be off. Every other weekend, I work, and if any of my nurses needs time off, I often switch schedules with them. This is why I have had so many extra hours lately. It will look great on the paycheck, but it sure is murder on the old bod!
I have been working Med/Surg ICU; I am taking care of three patients, among them, a woman who was a hurricane evacuee from New Orleans, Louisiana. She is doing a little better, I am happy to say, but she is still plenty sick, and it will be a while before she is out of danger. Her appendix ruptured during surgery; she now has peritonitis, and she is in poor condition. She was in critical condition, but her signs are improving, and so her overall condition improved, too.
I also have been doing the E.R. circuit; E.R. duty is always crazy. Now, Christmas was a little slow, I am told, but they still had cases come in, and two people ended up dying. Very depressing news. It is always bad when someone dies anyway, but to die on a day like Christmas is unfathomable. I can't imagine the horror or the shock these families must feel when they are told that their loved ones have died, even with all that you tried to do to save their lives.
I know how it is: I nearly lost a child on Christmas Day myself: my now fourteen-year-old daughter, Ronee', had a stroke on her eighth birthday, and she nearly died; it is only by a miracle that she survived, and she is now enjoying teenagerhood. It was scary when she was sick, and I was sure that she was going to die; God, however, had other plans, and she is still alive today, six years later.
We had a good Christmas: nobody in the family got sick (although Johnny and Ronee' were in the hospital recently; Johnny was in for his heart--he was in for three weeks--, and Ronee' was in for a flare up of her JRA; she was in for a week), and it is good to have the kids who live out of state back home. The grandkids are here, and we are having a wonderful visit. Of course, the house is full to the gills, but it is great! :)
The kids are all doing well, and Santa Claus was very good to all of them. They got everything they wanted, and they are very happy playing with their new toys or games. They got lots of clothes, art supplies, books, and other baubles, and they are in their glory.
Santa Claus was good to Bill and myself as well: we got a plasma tv, and we got an XBox.
The weather has been rainy lately, but now it is clear, supposed to be nice for a few days until the rain moves back in. I wish it would get colder so we can see some snow; it would have been nice had we had snow for Christmas, but no--we had a green Christmas instead: it rained to beat the band, it was cold, and it was miserable; but the lights and the gifts (as well as the scrumptious lunch at Golden Corral) made up for the lack of the white stuff.
We may be adopting again: our adoption agency, Spence-Chapin, called to tell us about a girl from China (Mai Fong), a girl from Vietnam (Huong Vu), a boy from Iraq (Emir Muhammed), and a boy from India (Vijay); all are under the age of ten, and all have special needs. We got their pictures in the mail the other day, and we have already fallen in love with them!
We would love to take in Emir, Mai Fong, Vijay, and Huong, but we already have more than enough kids now as it is (55!); we don't need any more kids; yet, we see their pictures, and these poor kids desperately need a home and a family. Therefore, the old heart is getting pulled from both sides. Do we take these poor orphans in to be our own, or do we throw them out in the cold? It is a tough decision; and Bill and I have been up half the night, discussing the plight of Vijay, Huong, Emir, and Mai Fong.
We will have to pray long and hard about it; the Sandusky Adoption Saga looks like it is going to continue for a while now. *Sighhhhh*
I heard from Naomi Ruth Cohen in California: seems that Daniella has resurfaced; seems that she hasn't died after all, even though there was a funeral for her last year when it was thought that she had been murdered. She is back with her family now, and I am wondering what the poor child must have gone through. Naomi and her husband, Micah, and the girls are estatic that Daniella is back with them, but I am concerned about little Daniella's emotional status. I will have to pray hard about this situatioin too.
Well, dear Journal, this is about it for now. I will write in here again with more news another time. Take care, and God bless! Happy New Year!
((((HUGS))) and love, your friend in Tennessee, Louisiana Mayrah Sandusky. :D
Lots of interesting news in this one, Karen. You sure are clever at making the lives of your characters real to the reader. I particularly liked the fact that Daniella is alive! Adopting another child? My word, Louisiana is quite a woman! Anyway, good job all roung.
So much happening in Louisiana Sandusky's life!!!!!!!!!! How does she do it? Superwoman, I gues.................anyway, this is a fascinating slice of life capture, very well written.
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