I took a brief detour from blogging about my Purple Lab campaign experience to talk about a mutual friend's battle with cancer in my last blog. It can't always be about me, nor should it.
My usual routine is to wake up and hit the computer to see where I am ranked among the other 1700+ ever growing contestants. This morning however, I had to go to an early doctor's appt. That doctor. The one that every woman hates to see. Following that, I had to field a telephone interview for a nursing position. This was necessary since I gave my last job up for "lent." Okay, maybe that's a big fat lie. Maybe I gave it up because it was sucking the life out of me and stealing me away from my family and my hobbies (and impairing sleep and nutrition and elimination, etc.) You get the picture.
So I am gleefully unemployed, but must periodically search and make sure that the job of my dreams isn't about to snatched up by another nurse! I traded being a full time nurse for the past 18 years) and I am now an ordinary stay at home mom and occasional grandchild watcher. Horrified by some, I am constantly questioned, "Aren't you bored?" I laugh to myself. Ha ha! Bored? Listen-when you've neglected everything in your life for 18 years, you have a lot of catching up to do! So no, I am not bored. Never. Not a chance!
Neglect begins in an insidious way and then one day you awaken to a monsoon of personal grid lock. In my case I woke up 60 pounds heavier, anemic, diabetic, suffering from high blood pressure, etc...My marriage was more of an LLC then a union of two souls., and my kids were adolescents living on chex mix and pepsi, albeit an occasional bagel bite. As far as outcomes go, this one was not desirable.
I am a nurse. yes I am. And what do nurses do when outcomes are less then desirable? We self destruct. We take it woefully bad, personalize it and then we do what is known as a "root cause analysis." Simply put, this is a process of working backwards to figure out where "things" went wrong and then of course answering the question, "how can they be fixed with further damage prevented." (was that a run on sentence?)
Let's just say that my root cause analysis has been quite a journey, perhaps an odyssey. I will have to google both definitions and make a commitment before my next blog entry. Journey or odyssey, the process of repair was initially unthinkable and then just down right exhausting. I felt like a huge ship tied to a dock with way too many lines-no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break free. I was depressed, miserable, felt like a failure and had no clue where I had disappeared to.
In my younger years when I would fall into one of these existential crises, my lovely sister would come by my house, rearrange my closet and throw out the gnarled up wire hangers and snapped off barbie heads that were hidden on the floor beneath. But now my life had transcended a simple sisterly closet purge. It was a cataclismic disaster of grand proportions! :(
The exact date that I embarked on my personal root cause analysis is really too important, but I think a fair guess would be to say it all started around early February. And ironically I owe a debt of gratitude to a chiropractor and a surgeon who both changed my life forever. As I am blogging today, I realize that this will be yet another blog devoid of Purple Lab contest talk. It just seems too superficial to skip over what brought me to the Purple Lab Contest and what it really means to me. So please bear with me as I try to organize and blog my defining Purple Lab precipice.
In the meantime, please keep those daily votes coming. I can see on the viral view of my contest entry that people are voting for me from On Sugar, among other blogging sites...the support is just so awesome.
Follow the link below to vote...and thank you again!!
Suzanne the Nurse :)