Julie's Journal

I use to write for the Home Turf Network on Las Vegas Is Home. I had to give it up because I was just feeling so sick all the time, and I wasn’t giving the community the time and effort they deserve. I just noticed today, that they found a new author to write for them, Paul Geary, and I am thrilled for him and them. They’ve got a great city network of bloggers, and I wish them all the best. So if you get a chance, stop on over to Las Vegas Is Home and welcome Paul, and read all he has to say about the great city of Las Vegas.

[tags]Home Turf Media, Las Vegas Is Home[/tags]

I just walked out into my garage to take the trash out, and I almost ate it face first on the cement. Justin has a bad habit of leaving his tools laying all over the floor, and I am getting tired of it real fast. He’ll be in there tightening up the trucks on his deck, then just leave the drill lying on the floor while he skates away. We really need to get out in the garage, get it cleaned up and organized. I would love to have a stainless steel tool box like one of these to store all the tools and junk out there. I really like the look of these garage storage cabinets.

[tags]garage storage cabinets, stainless steel tool[/tags]

Oh I forgot to tell you. My doctor also suggested that I have a bottle of Xanax on hand for when/if I have a panic attack. You see, I never told you this, but I had one while I was in the hospital. It got pretty bad, and the nurse had to call the charge nurse, who in turn had to call my doctor to come in on his day off to see me. I do take responsibility for my actions, but I also am going to have to put partial blame on one of my nurses.

There was a chance that my doctor was not going to be able to do my surgery the way we wanted to, which in turn would have made him have to make incisions through my stomach. When I woke up later that night in my room, one of the nurses came in and asked me how my incisions were feeling. I said, “What incisions?” She said, “Oh the ones they had to do for your surgery.” I sat there looking at her in disbelief as she continued to check my vitals. The minute she left the room, I was up looking at myself in the mirror, and I started having a panic attack.

When the doctor finally got there, he eased my mind that the nurse hadn’t even bothered to check my chart when she came in. Then he gave me a Xanax, which immediately calmed me down. I don’t foresee having any panic attacks, but I guess it’s nice to know I have these here in case I do. There are times when things seem to be much worse than they are, so maybe a little pill will help me get over that feeling.

[tags]panic attacks, Xanax[/tags]