Friday, December 6, 2013
I'm not even sure how to explain this to you but I figured you might understand, so I'm going to try. I've got about a month left until I check in... until I can start counting DOWN the days to coming home instead of counting UP the days until I leave. Logistically I'm almost completely ready to go save a few little things. Mentally I'm as prepared as I think I'm going to be to do this. Emotionally... not quite there yet. I think I'm fine... and then a song will come on the radio and I'll start crying. Someone will ask me a question and I'll ponder it a bit too long because I've become lost in thought. The kids will suddenly look at me and say something profoundly sad... that's the worst of them all.
The other night I went into Shanne's room to say goodnight to him... he sat up in bed, grabbed my face with both of his hands and said, "Mommy, please don't leave." What do you say to that? I didn't have words for that one, only a long hug as tears rolled silently down my face.
But the most heart wrenching moment was shortly after I returned home from Alabama. Addy must have heard me talking about some of the stories I heard from the nurses and medics who have already been down range... the inherent dangers associated with flying MEDEVAC missions in country. I was in the kitchen when Addy came up to me with huge tears in her eyes. I asked her what was wrong and her response nearly knocked the wind out of me..."Mommy, I don't want you to die." Then she started crying. I held it together as I held her... but once she was settled down I went into my bathroom, sat on the floor, and sobbed.
There is no easy button for this part, is there? No words to pacify the pain... no hug that will ever be tight enough to last 9 months... nothing to make up for the moments I'm going to miss. The most difficult part is how I feel. I'm ready to go... excited to go... looking forward to the challenge. But the flip side of that coin is that I have to leave you all. Leave my babies. It's such a strange place to be.
After all my years on the home front side of deployment I can now say with certainty that it's harder to be the one leaving (especially as a mom). As the planner I not only feel responsible for making sure everything is ready to go at home... but I have to deal with the emotional fallout of leaving. I will never diminish the challenges we, as military wives, face when our spouse leaves for a deployment. But as the one at home you still have your version of normal everyday. You see your children, tuck them into bed at night, watch them grow and change. The one leaving doesn't get any of that. They get a strange place, a strange land, with people who will ultimately become a surrogate family (for that I am eternally grateful).
So here we sit... one month to go... so much to look forward to between now and then. Embrace it all, right? Enjoy the time... but be ready for the pain. Here goes nothing.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
As I've sat here for hours and hours doing online classes reviewing every facet of the military's Plan B (i.e. what to do in the WORST case scenario when in theater), I've realized that the Navy also seems to believe in one of the biggest lessons you've instilled in me...if you have a Plan B then you probably won't ever have to use it...but failing to plan is planning to fail.
Prior to this deployment I've been getting all the boxes checked on the "Must Do" list...update my will, make a family care plan, designate powers of attorney, update beneficiaries for all insurance policies, etc. But all this planning leaves out the most important aspects of my personal Plan B. What would I want you all to do if I were to not come home? How would I want my life remembered? What legacy would I want for my children?
So here it is...my Plan B...may you have it so you never need it...
I've written my just in case letters...so you should start by reading those...you know where they are. Read them to the kids...and then tuck them away. Don't dwell upon them. They are simply words, they are not me...and you won't find me there. Move on from them and begin to honor my life.
I don't want a funeral, you know this. I do, however, want the whole military bit...I want a flag for you to place upon the mantel...I want guns saluting me (because really, military members in full dress uniform shooting rifles is an honor). I want bag pipes playing, complete with the men in kilts (what they wear or don't wear under their kilts is completely up to you...get down with your bad self mama). But I want to be cremated...and donate what you can of my organs, I don't need them anymore.
I want a celebration...preferably on the beach. A full blown party! Invite everyone...and have it during the middle of the week so they all have an excuse to have a day off. Make it in the afternoon so no one has to get up early either. Also, no black...in fact everyone should wear purple (it is my favorite color and I'll love watching all the men rocking some purple). No flowers...I've never really liked them anyway...they die and no one needs reminders of death. Instead plaster pictures everywhere. All my favorites from the best moments of my life. Light candles everywhere...I love them. Have a book out that people can write down their favorite (appropriate) memories of me for my children to read someday. There must be music...country of course, even though you don't like it much (it's my party, suck it up buttercup). And of course there has to be plenty of food. Make sure there are all the gluten laden options that I always wish I could eat but never can...cause trust me I'll be eating them all in Heaven!
As for my ashes...I don't want them spread in one place. Because I've never been a girl to stay in one place for very long now have I? Instead I want you and Mike to take a trip with the kids...to places that I've loved...to places that will help solidify their memories of me.
Start at home...in the Bay Area. Tell them the stories of me as a little girl...you should probably also make a stop at Monterey with dad and let them see the squirrels that made such a lasting memory for me (I think I was younger then Addy at the time and still remember that trip). Take them back to Bodega Bay...buy salt water taffy...let them eat it till their tummies hurt. Take them into the city...take the ferry there...walk along Fisherman's Wharf...feed the Sealions...let them eat junk. Bring everyone...Dad, Kasso, Grandpa and gang, Danny, Devin...everyone...wrap those kids in love (and probably warm jackets too since the city is never warm).
From there the stops are in no particular order or precedence...but these are the places I want you to take me on my final journey...
Florida...show them Miami and South Beach...I grew up there in so many ways and I'll always have fond...though slightly blurry...memories of it. You can tell them the stories of my time there...I'll forgive you (though Mike can leave some of those stories until they are older!). Take them to Key West...the place where I started my journey as their mom. You and Mike can take them again to the beach where we got married...bring the wedding photos along. Bring them down Duval street and to the Southernmost Point...I know they've been there before but I want them to see it with my eyes this time. The eyes of a young girl just beginning her life...with all the hopes and dreams of the two of them to keep me going. Watch a sunset with them from the pier...and leave a memory of me there. That place will always have a piece of my soul.
Rhode Island...the place where I became a Naval officer. Though none of you were with me...this place shaped me in so many ways. Take them in the summer though so they can enjoy the beauty that I couldn't see through the snow. Remind them of the pride I felt as I realized what donning that uniform meant. Take them to eat seafood in downtown Newport...walk the streets that I walked. Roam the base if you can...I'll never forget that place. Have them stand at attention in the morning while the flag is raised and the national anthem played...may they never forget the country and the ideals their mother died to protect.
Washington D.C....I have so many fond memories of this place. Take them to every monument and museum you took me. Bring them on the 4th of July...sit them on the steps of the capital to watch the fireworks...tell them the story of our night there. I'll never forget that night...I hope they don't either.
The Grand Canyon...take them on a cruise down the Hoover Dam and tour the Grand Canyon with them (avoid the airplane ride this time!). Hike with them there as that is still something I've yet to do and want to. Maybe even camp...or hole up in a little B&B for a night or two. Soak in the views, take lots of pictures...leave a memory for me.
Hawaii...take them back to the big island. Walk down All'i drive with them again...tell stories from our trip. Buy them a shell necklace...spread plumeria flowers into the ocean for me. Teach them to surf (or get lessons)...ride those waves for me. Stay somewhere different this time...on the water. Listen to the waves at night and know that I'm there. A piece of me will always be there...tell them that anytime they want to be close to me they can find solace in that island and find me.
Cruise...set sail with them on the same cruise we took...walk up Dunns River Falls with them in Jamaica (since I couldn't go)...walk the beaches of Mexico...swim with the stingrays in Grand Cayman...eat up at the buffets. Tell them all our stories...but don't forget to sit on the balcony with them every, single morning and drink coffee/hot chocolate and eat breakfast with them. Look out upon the ocean and know that I am there...watching...smiling...loving them from above.
San Diego...there will always be memories of me here. Here is where I became a nurse...a mommy to Addy...an officer...an adult. I grew up here in many senses of the word. Take them to La Jolla cove...swim with them out into the center...tell them not to be afraid of what's under the water...never be afraid of what you can't see...have faith. I'll be there.
Ask them where they want to go...what adventures shall we have? Take them...walk with them...listen to them...be a kid with them (don't let this force them out of childhood). Allow them to cry...to remember...to grieve.
And then help them move on (and help yourself move on too). Though I never, ever want them to forget me...I don't want my death to be a stopping point in all your lives. Know that I died doing something I believed in. You instilled in me a huge sense of patriotism and pride in this country...I'm heading over there knowing the risks and ready to embrace the challenge anyway.
My love for them will go far beyond my life...no matter when it ends. They are the two single best accomplishments in my world. May they grow up knowing how wanted they were and how loved they always will be...from this earth or the other side of Heaven.
I guess that about covers it. The little details you know. These are the things I felt important enough to put into writing. I hope you all find a way to move on someday...life goes on...it's too short to dwell on this. Live your lives for me now...do things I wanted to do...go places I wanted to go (please, please take them to Paris and Rome for me!). Live each moment, each day fully...with eyes and arms wide open...
I love you all so much.
P.S. Now that you have this, may you never need it...that's what my Plan B is for...if you have it, you won't need it.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Although it was hard to spend any time away from you all and the kids prior to deployment, I can't even begin to describe how grateful I am for the opportunity I was given.
Two months ago when I got the phone call that I was selected for the Joint En Route Care Course in Fort Rucker, AL with the United States Army School of Aviation Medicine I was floored. Only four individuals from the upcoming Navy deployment rotation were selected for this collateral duty....and I was one of them.
The course was to train medical providers to transport critically ill patients aboard helicopters...both to transfer between facilities in country or possibly from point of injury to the hospital. This is a joint venture between the Army (they run the rotary wing aviation gig in theater) and the other branches who provide medical care. It helped all of us (officers, enlisted, flight medics, nurses, and doctors) learn to communicate and work together in a way to best help those we are trying to save.
I learned more then I can ever put into writing...but many of the lessons had nothing to do with medicine and more to do with the things I'm about to face for the next year of my life. With new knowledge comes fear...but it allows me to better prepare mentally for the challenges ahead.
Enough of the scary stuff...onto the fun. First off I was able to meet my team...the three other people I'll be working alongside in this venture for the duration of the deployment...I may be biased but they are kinda awesome.
Most importantly I was able to connect with another woman...a mom...a wife...someone who understands exactly what I'm going through right this moment and who will be going through it alongside me the entire time. Meeting Christine is probably one of the biggest reasons I was supposed to be there (pretty sure she'll kill me for saying that...OMH Chris).
I think I spent nearly every day in Alabama pinching myself for the opportunity I had been given...from water survival training...to old fashioned survival training...to a ride in a CH-47 Chinook (and placing IV's while flying)...every day was an adventure. I learned so much about aviation physiology (topped off with some personal time in the hypobaric chamber...I can last 2:38 sec at 25,000 ft without supplemental oxygen before I feel like death). I learned more about the difference between hospital medicine and battlefield medicine...it's going to be some undoing of hospital habits and the type A ICU personality I've developed in order to thrive in the fast paced environment I'm about to live in. But most importantly I gained a huge respect for every other service man and woman who is part of a MEDEVAC team.
I also learned that the call sign DUSTOFF assigned to the MEDEVAC units has a huge meaning...Dedicated Unhesitating Service To Our Fighting Forces. Awesome, huh? Makes me wanna step up my game even more...be the best to serve the best.
Overall one of the most amazing and humbling experiences of my life. With 3 months to go until D day I'm home and ready to complete final preparations before leaving...the reality is starting to hit. I'm leaving. For a long, long, time. But until then I'm going to enjoy it all. Every. Single. Moment.
Thank you for your endless love and support. I couldn't do it without you. I love you.
Monday, July 29, 2013
If you didn't know this already my training going into this race was a complete experiment. Reading through my race report from my last go around it was clear to me even in retrospect that after that race I was burned out...severely. I gave up the sport of triathlon entirely for over a year and then only raced short course for the next two years. I vowed to find a way for that not to happen this time around. So the experiment began...
First I had to examine what went wrong last time. I had a great coach, great friends, and the will to work hard...but I didn't have the time. I tried to pack traditional long course training into a very non-traditional schedule. I was a full time night shift nurse, I had two small children, I had a husband who needed me, I had a home that needed time/effort, I had friends that valued my time...basically I was busy and my schedulewas abnormal to say the least. It just didn't work. I was trying to fit in workouts in between 12 hour night shifts that were just too long or I'd try to move them around to fit better...but with one kid still at home (Addison was only 3) it was impossible to fit all the training into my schedule so I'd end up feeling depressed and defeated by something that others managed to make look easy. And again, my coach was amazing, but unfortunately if you don't live the married with kids and a crazy night shift job life...you don't entirely understand the demands of it.
This time around I still have a full time night shift nursing job...I also managed to add in a job as a Naval Reserve Nurse Corps officer...and one as a contract flight nurse. I have two children who thankfully are no longer small and both in school. I have a husband who still needs my time. A house that still needs work (though we did hire a gardener!). And I still have friends who value me and my time with them. My demands had actually increased...so how do you figure that out??
You hire your USAT certified mom to be your coach. She also happens to live with you and knows the details of your schedule and it's unique challenges better then anyone. You hatch a plan to increase the overall quality of the training and decrease the quantity. No more crazy long training days...more really, really hard sets on the track, in the pool, and on the trainer. Double days to maximize time and a whole lot of..."Hey, let's just run with this and see what happens!"
The numbers in training looked good. I was also playing around with my diet and adopting a more paleo diet based upon the book by The Paleo Diet for Athletes by Loren Cordain and Joe Friel. It was changing everything...I was dropping inches (not a pound at all!), feeling better, getting faster, and my long term GI issues were resolving as well.
We were happy...but it remained to be seen how this would hold up on the long course. The truth was leading into the race that I had yet to complete a workout over 4 hours. In over a year. Seriously. So I honestly wasn't sure if at some point past 4 hours the proverbial wheels wouldn't just fall off and leave me feeling completely flat...but it was time to find out.
We traveled up north on the Tuesday prior to the race and I checked into hotel de Dad (aka my dad and step mom's house with my kiddos). Mike wasn't able to make it up this year as we had just returned from a vacation to see his family in Tennessee and he was out of vacation days.
The days leading up the race were filled with family, rest, food, and small/short bits of last minute keeping it loose training. I felt relaxed, calm, and happy. I had made it to the start line without burnout or injury. I still loved the sport and was actually getting excited to race.
Race morning arrived and I woke feeling rested and ready. I had an 8:36 wave start but still wanted to get there early to get good parking. I ate 2 slices of dry GF toast (according to the Paleo diet for athletes you do add carbs back in during the time surrounding longer races/training days), and 2 eggs washed down with the Clif Shot powder in water. I grabbed a banana and Clif Shot gel for later and a cup of coffee for the road. I had taken my pre race Immodium (if you are an endurance athlete you get this) as well as some Claritin as my allergies were kicking my butt! I woke up my Sherpa-in-training (my little brother, Danny), and we headed out.
In a stroke of complete luck we found a parking spot directly across the street from the swim start as someone pulled out of the space in front of us (hello good omen!). I borrowed a bike pump from a fellow athlete as mine wasn't working and pumped my tires a bit under the recommended pressure since I knew the roads were less then smooth on this course. We then made our way down to the beach and I quickly set up my transition area...nothing fancy there. I showed Danny around and he bodymarked me and helped with my sunscreen as I ate the banana. We watched as the Vineman athletes went off and slowly filtered in. Then it was time for me to warm up and eat my Clif Shot...a quick run followed by a swim and I was ready. I said goodbye to my brother and entered the corral with my wave (the last wave of Barb's race athletes).
The Swim (33:32, 1:36/100 yds, 7th in my division):
The water was comfortable, I positioned myself at the front towards the left side, and I took off with a vengeance when the horn went off. I fought to stay with the leaders until we were a solid distance away from the main field. I felt awesome. The only hitch in the swim was the fact that no matter what, if you are a fast swimmer you inevitably end up swimming through other waves. And here, in the river, those swimmers turn into walkers...suddenly and without warning. So I spent plenty of energy dodging swimmers and walkers and sighting to see where the next human obstacle was. But no matter, I finished in a time that was comparable to my training and was a 3 minute PR over last time. I ran up the ramp, had my wetsuit stripped, and threw my bag of gear to my waiting Sherpa (did I mention yet how awesome he was?!). I transitioned and didn't even attempt to mount my bike at the bottom of the hill...I just ran up and mounted at the top (lesson learned from last year!).
The Bike: (3:11:36, 18.0 mph/avg 1st half, 17.5 mph/avg 2nd half, 10th in my division):
The bike has always been my Achilles heel...I've never been the biggest fan. After a stellar fit by Rachel and the team at Moment Cycle Sport I felt ready to tackle the bike this time around stronger and more comfortable. Well I WAS stronger and more comfortable...but unfortunately my bike time was 2 minutes slower then last time. At first I was pretty discouraged by this as my goal was to do 2:45. But looking at the race times, only 4 women in the entire field went even near that time and only 17 went sub 3 hours. It was a windy day out there...and I don't know what else...but I felt great nonetheless and know I gave it my all. I chowed down on half a PocketFuel chocolate espresso, a handful of custom paleo coconut lemon cream Healthy Bites, and a pack of Honey Stinger chews. I drank water and Clif Shot lemonade. I took half a banana from one aide station but that was it. I knew I had made the mistake previously of over eating and I wasn't going to do that this time around. I played leap frog with a few racers but wisely minded my USAT P's and Q's as I knew marshalls were out on the course and didn't want a penalty hanging over me on this draft happy course. I came into transition feel strong and actually excited to run.
Run: (1:52:01, approx. 8:30 min/mile avg, 3rd in my division):
I unfortunately had to visit the port-a-potty pre run as I didn't think running with a full bladder was going to benefit me in any way. Luckily it was a quick stop and I was off. I knew in training on flatter, coastal (read: cooler) roads I could average nearer to an 8:00 min/mile for the distance. I wanted to break my half marathon PR of 1:49 but I had set that on a flatter course as a stand alone race (not after a swim and bike)...so I was just ready to roll with the miles and give it my best. I was thirsty and hot out there in the hills with minimal breezes...so I tried to grab ice when I could and would grab a sip of water at every other aide station. I also grabbed a few cups of flat Coke and took my first Honey Stinger gel at mile 1 and my second at mile 6. It was funny because I felt like I was running slower but I would glance at my watch and see that I was indeed running under 8:30's unless I was heading up a hill. I passed people often and got a lot of comments about how strong I looked...unfortunately responding was not currently in my grasp so I tried to smile when I could. I didn't really hit any kind of wall until a bit after mile 10...I wanted to lay down and I wanted a tall glass of ice water. That's all I wanted. But I knew my family was at the finish and I knew I was doing well...so I sucked it up...said a few words to myself...and kept on trucking.
Coming into that finish line was beautiful. I could see my dad, brothers, kids and my brother's girlfriend. They had the Barb's Race tape up across the line so I actually got to feel like a rockstar and hold it up for a brief moment. I was quite shaky and wobbly after crossing but so, so happy to be finished and still be happy about the whole experience. I got my medal and beelined for my family. Over the next few minutes I found out I had taken 4th in my division. I had set many goals for myself and one of them was to come in the top 5...mission accomplished...total time 5:43:43 and 4th out of what looks to be 60 women who completed the race in my division. It was also a 16 minute PR on this course for me. But more importantly I completed it happily...with plans in my head to race this distance and longer again.
Hypothesis proven. You can race this distance on less then the "normal" training volume and still reach goals and do well. Did I win? No. Did I learn many lessons? Absolutely. I know I need more time on my bike...and more time in aero. I need to brick a bit more. But otherwise I'm beyond happy with the results.
I have so many people to thank now...but overall just a huge thank you to everyone who has supported me, prayed for me, encouraged me, and been there for me. A huge thanks to my family....without their love and support I would never be able to do this sport that I so love. And the biggest thanks of all to my Coach Mom...thanks for believing in me when I don't believe in myself. For your willingness to try something new...for your adaptability...for knowing me so darn well...for keeping me sane...for loving me through it all. I look forward to our next adventure and experiment.
As I head into ultra marathon training now and then a large triathlon break due to deployment I'm already excited about the years to come. I have so many goals and a renewed love for this sport that constantly pushes me to find my limits and push right past them...
Thank you all...
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
I know this is a very personal question in that each person's answer would be slightly different...depending on the person...depending on the dream.
I have many dreams...
Trust me...some of them are scary.
I feel the need to put them out there...to share...so that you, my friends and family, can hold me accountable. Now these are currently only my athletically minded type dreams...there are many others, but that's fodder for another day and another post. So here we go...
- To place top ten in my age group at Barb's Race this July (half ironman race)
- If I'm dreaming a bit bigger I'll say top 5
- If I'm going all out and dreaming I'll say I want to stand on that podium...
- To run a PR half marathon on the end of that race (my half marathon current PR is 1:49)
- To run a sub 6 min/mile by the end of the year (PR is currently 6:19)
- To get a score of Outstanding on my October PRT for the Navy (currently at Excellent)
- To be able to do 10 unassisted pull ups in a row (not actually sure how many I can do now)
- To finish a 50K ultramarathon in October
I think that about covers most of it.
So what will it take for ME to get there?
Hard work, perseverance, patience, dedication, determination...and whole lot of time spent suffering. Thankfully I don't mind the suffering if it's for a good cause. In fact, it's what I've been doing lately...
That's about it for today...time to head out to track and chip away at those goals...
What are your goals? How do you plan to reach them? Do they scare you?....
Thursday, May 23, 2013
I think that may be all I need to say...my abs haven't looked like this since before I had kids...and after 30 days doing the Whole 30 plan they do. Nuff said.
Ok, ok...I'll give you more insight then that. But really...I'm shocked by how amazing I feel. Oh...and a little more info...I didn't lose a single pound. Seriously. Started the challenge at 135 lbs...ended the same weight. Clearly I'm at the perfect weight for me.
But honestly I never started this for the weight loss benefits or the ab enhancing powers (though that's a bonus). I started it to try and cure my multiple GI issues and to #feedthemachine that I have to become when training hardcore for a big triathlon (half ironman #2 on July 27, 2014). Did I get the results I was after? ABSOLUTELY!
I have more energy, I am more clear headed, GI distress if virtually gone, skin is clearer, clothes fit better, I sleep more soundly, I recover really fast, soreness from training doesn't last, I'm able to push harder and longer during training then I ever was, I don't have cravings, and I get to eat like a teenage boy without caring about calories at all!
So there you go...my results in a nutshell...but to give you some more love I'll even throw in some pics of the food I've been living on (but you can follow all of them on my Instagram at identityundecided). And for those who ask I either make up my recipes entirely (sorry not helpful I know), get them off Pinterest (find me and follow my boards labeled Whole 30 or Cavegirl Eats and Treats), or I get the ideas from the multiple books I've bought including "It Starts with Food", "Everyday Paleo Family Cookbook", "Practical Paleo", and "Well Fed".
Needless to say I'm staying paleo...there is no question right now that this way of eating agrees with me...and with the crazy training coach mom (literally my mom is my coach...she is USAT certified and clearly knows me better then anyone) has thrown at me now it's the only way to fuel what I'm asking of my body everyday. I'm healthy, I'm happy, and I'm ready to crush this race in July. I have some big goals, big dreams, and since I've been there before I know exactly what to expect and what times I have to beat...it's go time.
So that's all for now...it's dinnertime and I'm hungry (chicken curry in the crock pot is on the menu for tonight and I think I'm salivating from the smell in this house!). Follow me to see what I cook up next or to see how I do at Barb's Race...until then...
Thursday, April 18, 2013
|Prosciutto egg cups with veggies and guac...sweet potato with ghee|
If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook you know I've started a new food adventure called the Whole 30 Challenge (check it out here and maybe you'll join in). I originally heard about it from my friend Carrie who embarked on her own Whole 30 journey recently. I was so inspired by her results that I did my homework, read the book, and set a start day for the day after I returned from my field training (more about that in a minute).
Some may be wondering why I've strayed from my vegan adventures into a clearly Paleo way of eating...the answer is simple. I went vegan as an experiment...could I improve my numbers (blood counts, lipids, etc) with diet alone. I did. Everything looked better one year later. Now I'm experimenting again...can I have the same numbers or maybe even better ones while following a Paleo diet? I'm using my body as the ultimate guinea pig...plus there is another aspect. For years I've struggled with horrible IBS and general GI issues. I've been poked, prodded, and scoped with only minimal answers and prescriptions I refuse to take. Gluten free eating has thus far been the BEST thing I've done for my body...but I still suffer on a daily basis. Even while strictly vegan I was still miserable quite often. The Whole 30 diet, however, makes some pretty great claims in regards to helping with inflammatory GI issues (essentially IBS is a problem of inflammation with no known cause). So there we are...a new culinary adventure...and hopefully a cure to what ails me...we shall see.
So there is the background...now back to the fun. I'm on Day 4 now and I'm feeling awesome! I have yet to experience the "hangover" that they claim may occur. I'm attributing that mostly to the fact that I don't eat that horribly anyway...but we'll see...my hangover may be coming. Yesterday I hit up my fav indulgence Whole Paycheck (aka Whole Foods Market).
I coordinated myself as well as I could considering I was status post noc shift...and spent way too much money on beautiful veggies, fruits, and fresh meats (I actually bought from the deli and butcher counters and I NEVER do that!). I then caught a quick nap and woke to start some serious cooking (which I will be continuing today). I started with Paleo chili...followed up with roasting some yams, beets, and brussel sprouts. I made some prosciutto cups as well for quick breakfasts (see cover picture).
Today will be grilling chicken, boiling eggs, pulled pork, thai beef stew, and fajitas...all before work tonight. But hey, the rest of my week will be so much easier!!
As for the above mentioned time in the field, I spent the last time up at Camp Pendleton at the Naval Expeditionary Medical Training Institute (NEMTI) at an exercise called Coiled Viper. I spent the week learning field medicine skills with other nurses, doctors, and corpsman. I skipped the Trauma Nurse Core Course (since mine certification is current) and opted to take the Tactical Combat Casualty Course with the corpsman. It's not required for officer's but I'm so glad I took it...it was entertaining and I learned so much as well as getting to teach some clinical skills. I also let someone put a nasal airway in me as well as a few IV's...took one for the team I guess! Anyway, the pics say it all...I had a blast and truly love my other job as a Navy Reserve RN.
Until later...time to nap.
Monday, April 8, 2013
This is a short and sweet post this evening as I'm in the middle of a training evolution called Coiled Viper. I'm at a camp in the middle of a Marine base surrounded by nurses, doctors, dentists, and corpsman. All reservists. All people who, like me, signed on the dotted line and committed their life to this beautiful country. But they...like me...also have full civilian careers and lives..and yet are all willing...and volunteering to drop it all in a moment to serve. Let's just say these are really good people...
I lay here now in a cot in a room full of 13 other junior officer women...room is a nice word...it's a wooden hut really...but it became home. I've realized with the military it all becomes home quickly. You make friends quickly and you trust each other quickly. Each other is all you have really.
The other realization I had today was as I was sitting at the chow hall (aka the military's cafeteria) looking around at all the baby Marines (we are in a section of the base where they are all male and I swear all 18 but look 12)...I realized that these young men who have committed to lay down their life for this country..for you...for me...these are the very Marines I am being trained to treat. These are the ones...should I be mobilized to Afghanistan as many of my classmates are...that will be in my care...in my ICU ward. It was a humbling moment...they are training to protect me...I'm training to save them...quite the paradox really.
So that's it really...training gives you time to think...and currently I'm thinking I couldn't be prouder to have made the decision to be a Navy Reserve Nurse Corps officer...and I'm also thinking I need to head to bed...early mornings around here!
Thursday, April 4, 2013
No, not only that...
But that I'm really horrible at continuous blogging...
I get really great for a stretch...and then I fall off the wagon....
And I don't just take a small break...I go a loooonnnngggg time!
The last update was pre Hawaiian vacation aka Ironman Kona!! That was Oct 2012...it's now April 2013...seriously...so much life lived since then. So here is my feeble attempt to catch up and get on a better foot. But with some adjustments, revelations and confessions.
I'm not ever going to be a great blogger...I have 3 jobs, 2 kids, and a crazy life. But I will continue to try my best...but my best may not be extremely regular. I love to cook, I love to eat, I love to swim/bike/run, I love my job as a nurse. I want to blog about it all...not in an effort to be all "I love me" about it but an effort to remember...to possibly help others in any and all of those areas...and in a effort to process my life on "paper" if you will. I've always loved to write and it's like small version of therapy. If you want to read, read...if you don't I won't even know anyway :)
So here it is...a catch up more in pictures than in words...because it's been a beautiful ride so far and I'm excited for what the future holds...
First...HAWAII!! We spent 2 blissful weeks on the Big Island...swimming, running, snorkeling, tanning, exploring...and most importantly being present for the greatest triathlon around...the Ironman World Championships in Kona. It. Was. Epic.