Pain scale

*One of my biggest frustrations as a nurse in the emergency department is "THE PAIN SCALE." I get so tired of saying, "On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your pain?" Yes, I know pain is subjective. I have to document whatever rating the patient gives to his pain. But come on... You wouldn't believe the crazy answers people give when asked to rate their pain.
For example:

• "Does the scale go higher than 10?" - No, if it did I would tell you. Just rate your pain so we can move on.
• "Between 7 and 9" - Umm, in my world this is an 8.
  
• "8 and a half" - Half is not an option. If you say "something and a half" your pain score will automatically be rounded down to the nearest number.
  
• "Definitely 10/10!" - Meanwhile, the patient is texting on her cell phone, or eating Doritos, or whining about how tight the blood pressure cuff is squeezing. And her reason for coming to the ER is "stubbed my toe last week." Don't make me give you my classic line of "If zero is no pain and ten is getting your leg sawed off without anesthesia..."
  

Morale of the story: Saying your pain is 10/10 while you paint your fingernails in the triage office does not mean squat. If you truly are having the worst pain of your life, I want to see tears. I want to see you doubled over. I want grimacing. At least give me a frown or something.

*working a 12 hour shift in the ER on a Saturday night may result in sarcastic blogs

Rock of Love

Bret Michaels will be performing at the Iowa State Fair this year. I admit it, I'm addicted to Rock of Love on VH1. I secretly wish I was 21 again, had a fake tan/boobs/lips/hair, and was aboard the Rock of Love bus with Bret Michaels. Snap... back to reality. I guess I'll have to settle for seeing Bret at the Iowa State fair, in 97 degree weather, standing in a field, corndog in hand, with my husband.

See the resemblance?

Mike........ Will Ferrell......... Leprechaun....... See the resemblance?

I decided to change the web address of my blog. I didn't like the fact that any random person could Google my name and find my blog. Now it's more secretive... hee hee. I thought long and hard about my new name. I think this is perfect. Mike said my blog name should be "I sleep til noon." Whatever! Doesn't he see this is posted at ?

This picture of Mike is from St. Patrick's Day a few years ago. Yes, that is a perm you see. He grew out his hair for months and permed it the night before St. Paddy's... and shaved it off the day after. This picture is famous. My sister made buttons out of it that we wore at my bachelorette party. Last summer for one of Mike's triathlons, Mike's friend made t-shirts with this picture on it. The shirt said, "My Hero." It's hilarious.
This year for St. Patrick's Day we are going to Kansas City where Mike's brother lives. They have a big celebration. Mike says that someone gets shot at the parade every year. We'll see. I bought green tights with shamrocks on them. It's fun pretending to be Irish.

Sticker madness

A pet peeve that my husband and I share: registration stickers on license plates. Apparently everyone does not know that you are supposed to put this year's sticker on top of last year's sticker. This license plate comes from one of the fine folks in Polk County (Des Moines). Exhibit A:
Or there is this one... He tried so hard to put the tan sticker perfectly over last year's orange sticker but fell short. Come on now, really? Is it that hard to line up the edges of a square? Exhibit B:

The only logical explanation to the sticker madness is that people are proud of how many years they own their car. But why? Look Pa! I have ten different colored stickers all over my license plate! Whoopee... you're driving a 1990's Buick, big deal.

New blog address

I will be changing the web address of my blog (i.e. www.beckamcginn.blogspot.com) to something different. Please leave me a comment or email me so I can tell you the new site name. Thanks!

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Our first date... March 8, 2002. Yes, seven years ago today. I still remember what I wore on our first date (joked that I looked like a Target employee because I wore khaki pants and a red shirt). We were so young! I was just 19 and Mike was 21. I went out and got my nose pierced an hour before Mike picked me up for dinner - seemed like a good idea at the time? I remember not bringing a purse but tucking my debit card in my back pocket in case this guy turned out to be a dud and made me pay for dinner (he didn't). I ordered cheese ravioli. Mike tried to nicely dump me a year later when he wanted to move to Spain and work for the US Embassy (he denies this dump-attempt... anyways, I didn't let him). Here we are... seven years later... married... house... dog... Life is good!

*This is one of our engagement pictures from Target (we also got engagement pictures taken at JCPenny's - why, you ask? I'll save that story for another blog). Mike begged me not to kick my leg up like that. The picture reminds me of something from a high school dance.

I'm baaack!

Hello friends. I'm back after a month of not blogging. I couldn't find the USB cord to get the pictures from my camera onto my computer. I have found it, and I have lots of blogs to write.

Valentine's Day was lovely. Mike sent me tulips (my favorite flower) and this huge balloon to my work:
After I got off work, we went out for supper at Gino's - the best Italian restaurant in Des Moines. They were not taking reservations so we had to wait a while to be seated... but the yummy food was worth the wait!

Here's my boys relaxing on the couch:
More blogs to follow...