How beautiful is this place?! We found it by happenstance while my husband was visiting. The weather was hot, so we searched for a place to swim and found this! It is considered the local swimming pool, but is more like a swimming hole. This naturally warm pool is fed by a spring and the backdrop is amazing as it is completely surrounded by the mountains. Such a true gem and one that I won’t forget.
I am fascinated by the human body, and as a nurse I consider everything that happens with it a normal bodily function (no real transition here, sometimes my mind veers off track). Not everyone truly appreciates anatomy and physiology, my husband would be included in that group. You would think that he would at least be accommodated to it by now, but he isn’t. Just ask our children. You can NEVER discuss anything that has to do with the GI tract at the dinner table. He considers it uncouth and has chastised me for it many times. It’s a real gas (pun intended). My daughter cried once at my comparison of a food item to a bodily excretion. I highly doubt that she has eaten refried beans from a can to this day. I understand that. Every time I eat cranberry sauce out of a can I am reminded of something congealed that I emptied out of a hemovac one time. I suppose this all began in nursing school when we learned to be descriptive in our charting. Wounds were considered “pea-sized” and bodily fluids were documented as “tea-colored”. Just recently we discussed a urine sample and decided that it’s appearance resembled lemon juice (the kind with pulp in it).
My fascination and comfort with the body in it’s human form came in quite handy when it was time to have discussions about sex with our kids. I think my husband could at least admit that. I could see my his skin crawl and he would squirm about the topic. When the kids would ask a question he would cough and say “Go ask your mother”, and they happily did. Nothing awkward here. I found it quite easy, especially since they had gained knowledge from watching animals procreate on our little farm. That along with seeing pictures in my anatomy and physiology books (my daughter may be scarred for life from seeing a picture of a woman giving birth). We had many interesting conversations at the dinner table (when he was on shift, of course). I never understood his distaste for the conversations. You should have heard some of the dinner discussions about gory descriptions from crime scenes. That seemed to be allowed.
I have made a formal decision about my next assignment. It was with mixed emotions that I decided to sign a contract with a new facility (somewhere in the midwest). It will place me closer to home, which was really the deciding factor. I plan to visit home frequently since it is close enough to get there in one day. I am working on an exit strategy with the current administrator and the time is flying by. It won’t be easy to leave this place and the wonderful people that I have met. I dread the final day. I am going to avoid that thought for now, because that is what I do best with “good-byes”.
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