This is what I do......

Last week a fun bloggy friend Wendy at "No Botox Allowed" posted what a day at work was like for her. She's a court reporter. I think that seems so totally exciting. I have always wondered what in the world are they typing with that little box thing. It can't possibly be words can it?

Anyway, I decided to post a few pictures of what I do. It isn't always glamorous, but it's always interesting. Never a dull moment. I have helped deliver a baby in the car...why do they wait so long, "yes dear that is a head". I have broken ribs on someone while doing chest compressions...but only in the nicest way possible.

Today was a very rewarding day for me because I helped a very special someone get better.

He is really sick as you can tell from the little crosses on his eyes.
But after monitoring his cardiac rhythm and giving him a shot in his duck-butt...

And watching him closely for awhile in the trauma bay...

Can you see him sitting up there amist the confusion of the life-saving million dollar monitoring equipment? Without my super-trauma nurse skills Duck may not have made it....oops I told you his name....HIPPA violation!!!!!
After consulting with the specialists it was deemed he was well enough to go back to the tub.

My job is so rewarding! sniffle sniffle.....

OK so here is the real story. My youngest offspring...my baby...soon to be graduating...sniffle sniffle (those are real sniffles by the way)My baby that has the voice of an angel, plays the violin as well as YoYoMa(almost) is my heart and soul....

Is in trouble.........I know that is hard to believe with her bow and cute self. But she's in trouble. She decided she needed to go to the bathroom during Bel Cantos (only the best high school choir on the planet) Well, she needed to take a hall pass in order to go...what is the hall pass???? The Duck! The very same you see above. Well, she forgot she had the duck, the duck has been hidden in piles of clothes, books other "stuff" in her room. The Bel Cantos director is very fond of the Duck. Slightly weird I know, but all the same, he is the one giving the grade. So she needed to come up with a good excuse as to why the Duck has been absent for so long. For some reason the excuse of "but Mr. H how can you be mad at me? Look at the cute bow?" (I don't know where she comes from sometimes) didn't work. He wanted his Duck back. I wonder if she could actually not graduate from high school because of the Duck? So this morning before we started getting busy in the ER we came up with this awesome excuse. I took pictures of the Duck explained his absence and printed out the photos to give to Mr. H as evidence. And it worked! She is forgiven, the Duck got loves and cookies and balloons and all is well.

My life is very difficult sometimes as you can only imagine.