I saw this message on a magnet today at one of the kiosks in the hospital. I loved it! I really feel this to be true. Sometimes it feels good to play sad music when you’re feeling down, or dancing your way out of bed to a good song in the morning. Either way, you’re listening to the way you’re feeling. For me, playing music is therapy. I’ve been playing piano since I was about 7 years old, but only started picking up the guitar a few years ago. I was house sitting for a friend one night who just so happened to have a guitar sitting there in the corner. It was staring at me all night, but it looked so foreign. The fire alarm started going off late at night and it woke me right up. I coudn’t get back to sleep, so I decided to pick up that guitar and try. I’ll never forget this night. All I did was google some chords on the internet and I started to learn. That night, I learned 3 chords: G, C, & D. Not very well, but I tried. After this night, I just started asking friends to help teach me new things. With these 3 chords, you can sing hundreds of songs. It’s that simple! If you’ve been thinking about starting to play an instrument, just do it! What are you waiting for??!!
I’m loving the guitar lately. I find that I definitely sing out my feelings. Melissa and I wrote a song together the other night, which was awesome!! And I’ve also written a song about stuff that’s going on in my life right now. One night I just picked 2 chords and started singing how I felt at that moment. So simple. I get how artists create such brilliant songs. A lot of the time, I bet you they do just that: sing out their feelings. It feels amazing. Pick up that dusty instrument in the corner! There’s so many people out there who would love to help give you a lesson, even if it’s on youtube! Here’s a picture of JC and I back in the day at Kits Beach. I miss our nights on the beach of guitars, chocolate and wine!!!
I just have to throw in a side note of another patient today who had a BIG wake-up call, which I talked about recently in another blog. He came in on my last set in the middle of the night. A younger guy, who had the query diagnosis of a bad reaction to an antibiotic which had been administered for a cat scratch. He had a huge blotchy, dark purple rash all over his body. His nose, ears, feet and hands were literally purple, almost black. I just had the queeziest, eery feeling about this guy. I even got a nosebleed the first time I entered his room, which has never happened to me before. Weird. I felt weird for a few days after caring for him. He just gave me the eebie jeebies.
I had him again today. It turns out that it wasn’t the antibiotic that caused this. He had snorted some cocaine which had been laced with something. Apparently he’s been using for over 20years. That explains my creepy feeling. Today, I was talking to him and he started to cry. He said that he would never touch the stuff again. Sometimes I guess it takes an all-over purple rash which sends you to the ICU and a few weeks/months in hospital to tell you to STOP doing that to your body. Your body will only take so much before it tells you to $*&! off!
ONE MORE SHIFT EVER as a student nurse tomorrow! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!! I still have a short education day after this, but that doesn’t include ‘working’. So, tomorrow will be the last day in history I have to sign ‘student nurse’ beside my name. DONE!
Smile with your heart!