Math Is My Friend...okay, not really

Today's post is inspired by the Weekly Writer's Workshop prompt 
5.) Your least favorite subject in school.


And I bet you can tell what it was...

Yep, that's right, MATH!

I hated it.
So much so that I had panic attacks before quizzes.
I actually threw up before my Algebra 1 mid-term...

You would think that I was a terrible math student, right?
But, no.
I got all A's and B's.
I was a very good student...
I just did not 'GET' numbers without hours of studying.

And this was not the norm for me.

Me?
I took notes in my classes and did the drills and class work and homework...
and never looked at a single one of those notes again.

Writing the notes committed the information to memory in every class but one.

Math.

I still hate math.
I use it every day in my job and I am good at converting ml to cc to gr to oz...
I can calculate IV infusion drip rates and double check insulin injection doses with ease...

Or so it would seem to the casual observer.

In reality?

I am sweating on the inside and just hoping that the calculator comes up with the same answer that the calculation in my head did and that they both match the calculation from the pharmacy.

You see, as a nurse a medication error is THE WORST THING YOU CAN DO!

Or at least it is in my eyes...

So, Math is my least favorite subject from school...
but maybe that made it my best subject because I learned to always doubt my answer and double or triple check it...

And in my  line of work...
That  is a good thing!

Hashtag...what?

hash·tag

ˈhaSHtag/

noun

1. 1.

   (on social media sites such as Twitter) a word or phrase preceded by a hash or pound sign (#) and used to identify messages on a specific topic.

   "spammers often broadcast tweets with popular hashtags even if the tweet has nothing to do with them"
2. 
   

So this is the definition of hashtag I found online.

Who invented this?

And Why?

I do not know the answer to either of those questions 

But I do know that it has become a mainstay in the social interactions of teens everywhere.

They even SAY hashtag before they say something they want others to understand is important.

So here goes....

#ihatewinter

HASHTAG. I. Hate. Winter.

Okay,  Now what?

When Is a Pain In the Neck...Not?

Yeah, well...
Here in the NorthEast we have had a hard winter.
Now I know, people from that place called Minnesota or Wisconsin or Siberia, that 20 inches of snow in 2 months is no big deal...
To you!

But here, where an overnight accumulation of 2-3 inches is considered apocalyptic, 13 inches in less than 8 hours is, to some, a sign that the world is about  to end.

Not that I feel that way at all.
I am an equal snow-accumulation hater.
I don't care if it's half an inch or 13 inches...
It's snow and unless it's a holiday,
the kind where no one has to work or go to school...
I have no use for any of it.

Don't even get me started on how much I hate the cold...
and by cold I mean anything below 65 degrees farenheit!

So, imagine my dismay when the weatherman was wrong...again...
the only job where you can lie every day and still get paid...
and the 4-8  inches over 24 hours became 13 inches in about 7.5.

While I was at work.
Over night.
Did I mention that it was 13 inches...
and that for an hour before I got off work it was sleeting and snowing?

So yeah, it was a bunch of snow covered with a bunch or those little sleety ice pellets that make a crust to rival the most awesome artisan crusty bread.

And I did not realize any of this until...
I tried to open the door to go home.
And the snow was 3-4 inches up the door so it wouldn't open.
So I pushed.
And I kicked the snice (snow+ ice=snice...like it? It's mine and I'm gonna copyright it!)
and the sneet (snow+sleet=sneet...again, it's mine...copyright to me!)
and then  I shoved the door some more cuz...
I really do not fit through a 4 inch opening...
No, really! I don't!

And then...
something hurt in my shoulder.
But there was yucky stuff on the steps and the wheelchair ramp...
not that I could discern which was which...
so I cleared the shoveled the steps...
and the walkway so I wouldn't trip over the bushes...not that  I could tell where they were...

And somewhere between the door and the bottom of the steps my shoulder popped...
like snapping yourself with a rubber band.

And it hurt...for a minute.

I managed to get my vehicle out of the snow and into the tire rut left by a larger vehicle...
made my way to my driveway...
where I got stuck about 20 feet in.

But I was home.
And I was tired.
And cold.
And wet.
And sore.

A hot shower and some ibuprofen and my shoulder still hurt.
And my neck. And shoulder blade. And my arm won't work. And my hand won't work. And my thumb has gone numb...

And a trip to a doctor, or two...
Some x-rays and an MRI...
but wait!
No MRI cuz the health insurance says no...
And a diagnosis of a "possible torn rotator cuff"...
and now I wait.
With a shoulder/arm/hand/head/neck ache...

When is a pain in the neck not a pain in the neck...
when it's a pain in the shoulder and battling insurance makes it a pain in the butt.

Life is like a box of chocolates.... and my kids ate all mine! (it's a competitive thing)

Mama Kat's weekly post challenge has me revisiting an old post so...

This  is a re-post from 4 years ago...almost to the day! And it still applies...not sure if that makes me seem like a steady, reliable sort or if it's kind of sad...you can decide.

Original post  date 2/18/2010

Curling?
Curling.
Curling!

Yes. I love curling!
It's a strange sport. Sort of a cross between shuffle board and bowling? With some Chess or Backgammon-like strategy thrown in.
Oh yeah. It's all done on a sheet of ice. That they clean with a brush?

Sounds weird? It is. A little.
But, it's also addicting. A lot.

So much so, that I set aside things like vacuuming, doing dishes and sorting through the pile of mail that was held at the post office until the mail lady could access our mailbox after the Blizzard thaw.

I found that folding laundry while watching is possible. 
By this I mean running to the basement laundry room to throw a load in during the commercials.
Anything that can be done in 2 minutes or less is do-able.

Don't want to miss a single Stone being thrown down that sheet of ice...

It's ridiculous is what it is. But I can't help myself.

I know I am competitive, but Curling?

Yes, Curling.

It's a quietly, nail-bitingly tense, and often exhilarating, game of strategy.

It's an awful lot like life that way.

Throwing stones, sliding along the ice, trying to guide their path with a broom, hoping to make the better choices for the best possible outcome...

Sounds a lot like MY life anyway!

Just When You Think You've Got It All Figured Out...You Don't!

Yeppers!

That is EXACTLY the  way my life seems to go.

Oh, let me back up a bit in case you are new to my blog...
Or you have forgotten who I am since my last post was about a hundred years ago!

My name is Dawn- aka BusyMom.
I have a husband, HeMan Hubby, and 6 wonderfully appreciative and supportive and loving children...
Oh, all right!
I have 6 children...
who are all of those things,just not usually to any Parental Units...or not often anyway.

My oldest is GoodMom and she is 30-something and a great Mom to FancyPants and BabyG...ages 2 and 4.

SmartGirl is nearly 30 and looking  for Mr.Right-for-Life-not-just-for-now...anyone know any wonderful, smart, witty guys that would love to fall in love with a wonderfully loving,honest, smart and witty strong-willed girl? 
I mean seriously, where are young people supposed to meet the right person when all they do is work?

Number 3 child, ManChild, is my oldest son and will soon be hitting his mid-twenties. Which means that he will now be expected by all and sundry to have his act together. 
Early 20's, well you can get away with not  having a life goal but now... not so much.
Good thing he has one and is actively working toward it with his long-time girlfriend Jules...
who I hope to call daughter sooner rather than later...

TeenBoy is 18 and will graduate from High School in June... yeah, I know, no explanation required.


Last but not least are BratChild and SIX. 
BratChild is almost 17 and has a job and plays varsity sports and gets good grades...she is a dream ...well for a teenaged girl that is.

And then there was SIX... which is how he got the moniker...and he wishes it were is his real name. Go figure!
HeManHubby wanted to name him Six for real and I thought, "that poor kid will hate us for naming him that!". Quite erroneously as it turns out.
SIX is 15 going on 30. He is quietly reserved but he is quick with a joke and never an unkind word to anyone... he's the person no one can be mad or sad or depressed around. 

Many people think BratChild and SIX are twins. They are not, but only because they were born 17 months apart... other than that, yep, twins.

So, back to my regularly scheduled post for today...
I had time off work  while the people I work for went on vacation for 2 weeks in January.
Yeah, winter vacay!
No,  not really. Because...

The heat pump started acting up... oh and it has  black mold inside too...
Must be replaced! $$$$$$$

TeenBoy's car needs a little sensor to pass emissions...oh and it's 250.00!

Yearbooks- 3 of them- must be ordered ASAP...100.00 each?
Oh yeah Mom I need to order my cap and gown...45.00  please!

It's Okay I tell myself.  I'll work extra shifts for the next 2 months and it will all work out perfectly...

And then it snowed. And snowed. And snowed...then sleeted.
And I shoved my way out the door at work that had been iced/snowed shut.
And I hurt my shoulder.
And I cannot work.
And snow removal is not in my scope of practice so...
I can't work either job and I won't be getting paid either.

The best laid plans of Mice and Men...

Well, you get the picture...Just When You Think You've Got It ALL Figured Out...

YOU DON'T