Shits & Giggles

Today I realized that I believe I have become some what of a "hard ass". What I have decided to describe "hard ass" is; me being blunt, to the point, direct, and saying it how it is.  I used to just sugar coat things, or not voice my opinion. Mostly, I wouldn't voice my opinion when it was necessary. I am unsure where this came from. If it came from going to counseling or becoming a nurse.  I was alway worried about what people might think if I stood up for whomever, or whatever I was thinking. Anyway, I have started to do it more. And on top of that, I am proud to say that I truly feel I have a grasp on what truly impacts people. For example: how other people say things to other people. I have a friend who is like me in the sense of dating guys, been through the ringer for no reason, etc. We have a mutual friend who bless her soul is a wonderful human being and wants the best for us, and knows damn well what we deserve. Anyway, this one friend told us sh...

Today...has been a day. Grace and myself have been having a wonderful day working together. It's been entertaining. She decided that she really wanted to stomp her food on a wooden floor at a concert... can't say I've heard that one before. We have both decided (okay, well I decided) that we are soul sisters because Grace said "Who is texting me at this hour?" (mind you it was 11:00am). And I do this ALL the time. So, it is now official--soul sisters. One of our patients is a total flirt. He just wants alcoholic beverages. For example: for lunch he asked Grace for a double vodka martini with two olives. When I was pushing saline into his IV, he said "that better be vodka." He also asked me to sit on his lap to talk... that's not weird at all. Today, I had to help Tashi manage her life on her cellular device. I had to help her set up her gmail on her phone. And then because she couldn't remember her passwords, we had to set up a whole new ...

As some of you know, I recently had the trip of a life time. My stepdad partook in the Motorcycle Cannonball Endurance Race. He drove a 1927 Harley Davidson JD from Portland, Maine to Portland, Oregon.  This trip was everything I could have absolutely ever wanted it to be. I got to travel with my mom, my stepdad, my stepdad's brother and his wife. So my aunt and uncle. How amazing. I got the chance to hang out with them for 3 weeks. I got to know them. To spend time with them. Not every one gets to do that. This time was so precious to me. This was something that I will value forever in my life. We drove across the country together, experienced a ton of things together. What a beautiful life I live.  xoxo  Breezy

If you know me, you know I'm pretty chill. I don't put a fight up about much. Especially when it comes to work.  I literally might give people crap, but will always give a hand or do whatever has to be done. But when we as a whole are in over our heads and you mess with us.. and I happen to be in charge..hell no. Being a nurse is no joke. Now, I have only been a nurse at the beside, in the hospital setting but this is no easy task. We have to have this shield up at all times. Yet, at the same time, we have to be able to bring this down at be empathetic. Today, I held a patients hand who was having a meltdown of emotions and frustrations because of the limitations that her stroke has caused her, but at the same time, be stern with a patient who tries to push boundaries and is manipulative. You are constantly the communicater between different doctors, physical therapy, occupational therapy, speech, lab, CT, MRI, EEG, EKG, Ultra Sound, social work...

I'm not really sure how to start one of these. Hi....I'm Brianna? I think I'm going to start with a hopefully brief background on who I am. This will allow people who maybe aren't my closest friends to understand the wonderful parts of my life, and the ugly. Typically I would say that I could guarantee that the ugly would come out more than the good, but if it does, I think it will be more for me explaining how I got some place in my life. Or maybe, to open up and allow others to know that even people who you think have their shit together, didn't always have it together -- or had to work real hard to get there. Whatever way we take to get there, we are taking it together. Let's enjoy the ride. Let's jump back to December of 1989, Brianna was born. WAHOOOO!!! There was my mom, who you will hear a ton about because she's da bomb, my dad and my older brother Nick. Nick and I are four years apart. I grew up in a suburb of Minneapolis. Grew up across the str...