December 28, 1994- Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic By God's grace, He opened the door for me to take my second course in graduate school over the next two weeks in the Dominican Republic. I was short three days of vacation time at work, but Marge RN, who is retiring on December 31, kindly gave me… Continue reading Transcultural Nursing Course in Dominican Republic – Part 1
October 1994 The Lord has blessed my first semester in graduate school tremendously as I study Nursing Issues. My brain has come out of mothballs, especially during group discussions and stimulating lectures from our professor. I just went to the hospital library to do some literature searches on my ethical dilemma for my paper. I… Continue reading Homework on Thanksgiving Day
April 1993 I have been sick often this past winter with four colds, gastrointestinal virus, and bronchitis. I was only able to go skiing once in Vermont even though we had tons of snow. Things are going well as a visiting nurse even though I have been assigned to three different districts and had my… Continue reading What is a Nurse Practitioner?
June 2010 Ever since I rafted through the Grand Canyon in 1993, I have wanted to see it again from the rim and the comfort of a hotel with hot showers, flush toilets, and a real bed. (See the previous post.) I was invited to visit dear friends who live in Utah near Bryce and… Continue reading The Grand Canyon – From the Top – Part 2
May 1993 A couple of years ago when I went white water rafting with some friends in the mountains of the state of Washington, I fell overboard and nearly drowned when I was caught in a whirlpool. Even though I am an excellent swimmer and was a lifeguard when I was in high school, I… Continue reading The Grand Canyon – from the Bottom – Part I
November 1991 I have now worked in the new dialysis center in the suburbs for about three months. It is going fairly well, although the thirteen-hour shifts three times weekly exhaust me. I have trouble recovering on my days off and feel as bad as when I used to work the night shift. I started… Continue reading From Dialysis to Home Care
June 1991 The huge moving van drove up the hill to my new condo and parked on the roadside. The men carried my 100+ boxes and furniture over the grass, through the sliding glass doors, and piled the boxes floor to ceiling in the living room. "Lady, you sure have a lot of books. Will… Continue reading Culture Shock in New England, USA