All these full moons be like “errbody should be cray“. #healthcarelife

Full Moon Effect on Human Behaviour

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Blast from the Past

Xanga Sat, 02 Dec 2006 20:40:43

What strength do I have, that I should still hope?
What prospects, that I should be patient?
Do I have the strength of stone?
Is my flesh bronze?
Do I have any power to help myself
,now that success has been driven from me?
~Job 6: 11-13

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GOD hears you. Even before you speak; even before you think. We are never alone in this great battle they call life. And when the tides roar against us and all seems far away and unseen, He will carry you. He will give you the strength to endure.

And then when all is passed, he will bless you with a heart of wisdom to understand. Give you eyes like no other to share. And give you a world of impossibilities… to overcome.

Inter-unprofessional 

Sometimes I hate working with doctors. Actually scratch that, I always hate working with doctors. Do you think your salaries and decades of school gives you the authority to talk down to people? Do you think we’ll bow to your command even when we know it’s wrong? Take a breath. Look in the mirror. You’re human and you make mistakes just as often as everyone else. So suck up that pride and admit when you’re wrong. Realize that the system isn’t perfect and doesn’t always function the way that best caters to you. Because you may feel like your integrity is suffering, your efficiency is suffering when we’re not at your beck and call. But the one that ultimately suffers is the patient, not you.

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Current Obsession: This is Us

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I am kind of obsessed with this show. I’ve cried more watching a season of “This is Us” than I’ve cried over anything in years. And it’s strange. There’s a huge part of me that scoffs at the unrealistic cheesiness of the couples portrayed in the show. How with every incredibly witty snark and gushy one-liner, I have to remind myself that life isn’t scripted. However, there’s also a part of me buried deep within that watches and feels an uncomfortable familiarity. Like the stuff that I thought I could only experience through fiction somehow has played out in my life over the past few months and I can’t help but be in a state of disbelief.

Maybe this is part of growing up. Or rather, part of accepting the fact that God truly had the best in store for me. Or maybe this overload of emotions is just getting to me.

Probably.
Most likely.

Ugh. Teenagers.

Been going through my xanga archive. All the way back to 2003. Man, I was an obnoxious kid. And I’m constantly cringing at the things I posted publicly on the inter-webs. Teacher hatred, friend problems, parental problems. My life was an open book in every possible way. As much as it pains me to know that my blog worth of over a decade of memories is now a zip folder on my computer, I’m relieved to know that people can no longer publicly access these intimate ramblings of my life. I’m still trying to decide if my spelling errors were on purpose and why I had such a penchant against using capital letters. Teen-aged Pat was pretty awful. And I guess that’s the true mystery of life. How as we grow older we quickly forget what it was like to be that insecure teen who just wanted people to know what they were doing every moment of their life.

Or maybe that was just me.

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Blast from the Past

Xanga Mon, 25 Mar 2013 18:52

Let’s be honest

I am a Christian
First and foremost my identity is in Christ
My value is the blood Jesus paid for me
My beliefs are founded in the Word of God

Not in some science textbook
Not in some philosophical prose

I am conservative because I have lived liberally
and seen firsthand its shortcomings
I believe that abortion should not be legalized
I believe that homosexuality is a sin
However I do not believe I am any better than those
who call themselves homosexual or bisexual

We’re all at the same level
on the same page

I deal with, and fail at my own sins
Just as often and openly as you do
I will not turn a blind eye and tolerate your sins
because that means that you will do so for mine
I will pray for you and love you as a friend
as a sibling, as a parent
by loving in truth

because first I pray that you find Jesus
and then we’ll go from there…

Happy Berrday

Happy birthday to you
You smell like poo poo
You look like a monkey
And you act like one too


New Reality

Hospital, eat, sleep, repeat.

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It felt like a nightmare. Those 6 days in the ICU not knowing. Not knowing whether my mother would recover. Whether the swelling would go down. Whether the fear in her eyes would ever fade. It felt like a nightmare. Every morning waking up and forgetting for a brief moment that my mom was sick. Only to have reality slap me in the face. This was my new normal. Wash up, eat, hospital, eat, sleep, repeat. And finally the nightmare ended. The storm passed. By God’s grace our prayers were answered.

But it’s not over.

The road to recovery is still just over the horizon. There, but still not within sight. Like all things in my life, the problems didn’t just disappear; they evolved and changed.  New challenges surfaced as we had to navigate beyond mere survival. Wash up, eat, hospital, eat, work, sleep, repeat. A new normal. A new battle. A new reality.

Until the rain passes.