How I Survived A Month Without Pooing

Just when you thought my bladder was the only problem!

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I knew that my routine was abnormal for most people but it had become the new norm for me. I don’t think I was a daily poo-er until after high school. I’m not sure what changed that caused me to get on this frequency. Was it my lifestyle? It could have very well been. Nightly partying can lead to many strange habits. However, it was most likely my obsessive compulsive tendencies that pushed me to the twice a day poo or even the occasional three times a day poo. When traveling with coworkers for conferences I could tone it back to the daily poo until recent years. Stress, OCD and personal hygiene scrutiny had taken over and I pooed more than anyone I knew.

I did regard it as a problem but had no intention of correcting it until I made a connection between it and my health. After an evening pooing, I got out of the shower and realized that my face and scalp were bright red and itching. After a little deliberating I came to realize that it wasn’t actually the shampoo but the conditioner that had cause me to break out.

What?

What did you think I was talking about?

Yes, I meant shampoo the whole time. That’s what all the cool people call it. “No Poo” What did you think I meant?

Oh, right. I could see how that would be a bit confusing.

As we were…

Over the course of the last two years, I have been suffering from allergic reactions. Sometimes I know what caused it, sometimes it’s a mystery. A coworker has joking speculated that I will be allergic to air next and to be honest I’m not so sure that isn’t a possibility.

The night I realized that my new conditioner was lighting my head and face on fire I decided it was time to get my obcessive hygiene regimen under control. I began searching the internet for homemade shampoo and conditioner regimens because you guys know I love a good hippie recipe. I also knew that I had to stop subjecting my body to the continuous oil stripping. No matter how gross it is to think about (oily skin, oily hair… bleh!) your body makes those oils to protect you. My body was probably exhausted from constantly trying to protect me. That’s when I discovered the No Poo Movement.

I thought I could really get on board with this! The No Poo Movement meant less chemicals on my body and less chemicals in the environment. Women ranted and raved about how fantastic they felt and how healthy their hair and scalp were. I watched YouTube videos and most of these women had hair that looked clean and fresh. No yucky hair there!

There seem to be several ways to go about the No Poo. Some no poo-ers wean themselves off of shampoo slowly. Some do what is called the CO method which is conditioner only. There’s the baking soda wash + apple cider vinegar (or lemon juice) rinse. The most frugal of them all is the WO method – water only.

I wanted to go cold turkey and do the water only method. As someone who had been shampooing it up twice a day, this didn’t happen too long. Your body apparently has a mindset on providing you with all the oils you need no matter how much you fight it. When you stop shampooing your body doesn’t understand how to kick it out of overdrive. It takes a while for the feedback system to learn not to be so crazy. With my head quickly achieving slip and slide conditions – I knew I had to try the baking soda. There was no way I could try to CO when my conditioner had set my head to blaze!

I mixed up my baking soda wash and my vinegar rinse then hit the shower. I don’t know about you but I felt that this had all the potential to go scientifically wrong. Don’t you mix baking soda and vinegar to make the volcano in science class?

My head didn’t foam up probably because I rinsed like a mad woman between the two steps. However, after the vinegar rinse I realized that my hair was doing what all the blogs warned you about. It was on its way to feeling like straw. Oh, it was so awful! I can’t explain to you how it felt. It still felt kind of greasy yet at the same time it felt like I had been lied to my whole life and that Scarecrow was really my father and he’d let the Uncle Tin Man come over and condition my hair. Dear Holy Hell, what a mess.

I battled on though despite this horrible feeling. I tried doing a honey rinse in between and that seemed to help a little. I kept reassuring myself with blog after blog.  It will take time for your hair to adjust. Be patient. I took pictures that I was sure one day I would look back on and say, ‘And you thought this was an awful choice! Aren’t you glad you trudged on through the worst of it? Yay, no poo!”

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A week in trying to convince myself it wasn’t so bad. Cody doesn’t look so sure.

After weeks of creatively trying to figure out how to cover my head, I finally gave up. My hair felt gross, it smelled weird and it was impossible to comb or brush. I had bought the boar hair brush to help work the good oils through. Unfortunately, my hair was so out of control that combing and brushing just broke it off by the handfuls. This was not the happy scene the blogging world had shared with me.

As my hairdresser lowered the chair over the shampoo bowl this past Thursday, I broke the news to her as she began to work water through my hair. “Sharron, I have a confession to make. I haven’t shampooed my hair in a month.”

You’d think that she would have made a horrible face full of shock and disgust, but that didn’t come until I told her that I had been shampooing twice daily. Seems in the hair world over shampooing is scarier than my entry level dreadlocks.

An hour later, I was clean and detangled. I still can’t believe I made it a month without shampoo. I so badly wanted to be part of that world that doesn’t use chemicals on their mane but it turns out I need some occasional suds on my head. It has taught me that I can indeed make it without shampooing my hair every single day (or even twice a day). It also taught me that a guy I knew in my gangsta teenage years was wrong, I did indeed have a hair type for dreads. I learned that my obsessive compulsive demons are right where they have always been … in my head. Despite all my worry about how gross my hair was, Sharon insisted that if anything my hair had felt powdery and not greasy. Plus she swore she couldn’t smell anything foul in there either.

If you are pondering the no poo lifestyle, give it a try. It wasn’t for me but there seems to be tons of people out there who are overjoyed with their new found regimen. For the rest of us, it’s a choice between feeling clean or feeling right and sometimes you have to pick feeling clean. I mean really, how can I go on saving the world one birdie at a time if I spend all my time brushing oils from my scalp to the ends with a boar hairbrush?

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 A day after my shampoo intervention.  Shout out to Sharon for being brave enough to stick in hands in my no poo mess!

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The Better Bladder Book: Why I Read It #MondayBlogs


“And how long have you been experiencing these symptoms?”

“A year in August.”

That was on Halloween. I spent my favorite holiday sitting in a doctor’s office explaining that I had ignored my body’s complaints for fourteen long months.

There was a noticeable pause between the doctor’s busy note taking and my answer. I assume other people come running in long before that. That’s not how I roll though.  “Look, if it was my dog I would have brought him in right away.  I tend to put off things when it comes to me.”

“Are you getting up to urinate at night?”

“Yes. Anywhere from three to five times a night.” When you do the math you will realize that by the time I finally would get settled back in for some good sleeping I’d be back up again peeing.

“Do you feel like your frequency has increased during the day?”

“Oh yes.”

“How often?”

I took a deep breath. A whole year of not really talking about it makes it hard to really talk about it. “Well, yesterday I got up at 5:30 am. By the time I was clocking out for lunch I had already urinated twelve times.”

The doctor nodded. “Can you describe how you feel when this happens?”

“I feel like I’m going to pee on myself. Sometimes it is sudden but other times it’s a constant burning thought in my mind that I just have to pee like I haven’t gone all day long. Sometimes I do have a fair amount of output. Other times I feel like I’m going to explode and nothing. A tiny little drizzle of urine all for nothing.”

My bladder was taking over my life. It was interfering with my job, with my social life, with travel, with outdoor activities. If I’m by myself birding that’s one thing because I will gladly pop a squat behind a bush. When I’m in a group of strangers, not so much.

After a recent road trip to my grandparents I finally hit a point of exhaustion with my bladder. A four hour trip to see them became a nightmare when we had to stop at a gas station every forty-five minutes. What I had learned about my bladder was that it no longer liked being trapped in cars, but it especially did not like being trapped in cars if I was a passenger. Driving (and in particular driving by myself) I could sort of manage but when someone else has control of the wheel (and bathroom breaks) my bladder would have a full blown meltdown.

Without any of the super invasive testing, a tentative diagnosis of interstitial cystitis was made and I was prescribed a medication. At first I was very excited. I was afraid that I was going to be assumed as a crazy person with no self-control. When my problem was quickly addressed with a pill, I was really stoked.

Unfortunately, I was less stoked when I picked up the medication and it was going to cost me almost $200 a month – that’s with my insurance. The stokedness continued to fade as I read the side effects. Number one side effect – alopecia (hair loss). Over the last few years, I’ve had these weird symptoms (add the cystitis to the list) and many medical professionals have speculated that I am hypothyroid and at times I have the TSH level to confirm it. I just don’t have those levels consistently enough. One of the symptoms  is that my hair has started thinning. I’m not talking male pattern baldness or anything but I can tell a difference. The outer edges of my eyebrows are starting to seem less existent. As you can imagine taking a drug that was going to cause my hair to disappear more seemed a little less than ideal.

Did I mention that I also had to take the medication three times a day?

Was I willing to be bald, broke and wait months to see results if any?

No thank you. That sounds more miserable then having to pee every 45 minutes.

I tucked the medication away on top of my refrigerator and decided I wasn’t ready for this road to urinary freedom … not yet at least.

My annual exam with the OBGYN came around a month later and I decided to open up to her. She flipped over the lined exam sheet where I’m sure you are supposed to take notes and used the back to jot out things that could have looked like the next big Super Bowl play. She looked at everything I had told her about my declining health over the years and we both agreed my body was a mess.

But… she listened to everything I said and she said she wanted me to be better.

I sighed with relief. We came up with my options and number one on the game plan to better health was not a drug (to my relief – no pun intended). It was physical therapy with a pelvic floor specialist.

“Don’t be weirded out.   Lots of people get weirded out when I recommend this. It’s not as weird as it sounds,” my OBGYN told me.

“Are you kidding me? I have to pee more than once an hour. Now that’s weird.”

She was right about lots of things that day, but she was definitely spot on about the weirded out part. Lots of people were a bit apprehensive about my upcoming therapy. I just kept repeating, “I have to get better. This may be the best way for me to start being normal again.”

This is where Sara Smith enters my life and I am thankful every day that she did. Yes, with pelvic floor therapy there is some awkward pants-less appointments. There are also appointments where you are doing yoga poses and squats (relax your pelvic floor and tone your toosh!) She also made me feel like some of the things I was doing wasn’t totally out of the realm of normal.

Did you know…

…a well hydrated person should have to urinate every two hours?

…the bladder holds one to two cups of urine?

…when urinating your stream should take at least six seconds?

She recommended some really scary things, like drinking eight glasses of water a day. She was right about me. Like many people with cystitis or other bladder problems, I started taking in less water to help reduce how much I needed to urinate. It didn’t really help at all and in fact probably made things worse by making my urine more concentrated and therefor torching my delicate little bladder some more. It took a few days of getting used to it, but it did make the sad little organ feel better and really didn’t change my frequency.

Just like the other medical professionals, she asked me when it had all started but then she asked me if I could think of anything that had changed that August. Was there anything that could have egged this on?

Yes. I did indeed remember the week I started getting up in the middle of the night to pee.

It was an exhausting week at work. I think by the time it was said and done I worked well over fifty hours and most of those days I did not get a lunch break. I initially said it was that exhausting week that prompted my sudden need to get up in the middle of the night every other hour to visit the bathroom.

That wasn’t all of it though.

That week of endless emergency surgeries, empty stomachs and long hours I worked alongside a relief employee – someone who is hired as a sort of substitute. Most of these long hours I was with this particular person and the kindest thing I can say is that this person and I do not see eye to eye. I generally get along well with most people, but this particular person stressed me out so horribly that I would do anything to get away from them for just a few minutes.

I would go to the bathroom because it is the only place in a work place that you can lock yourself behind a closed door, breathe and pray that the week you are experiencing will soon end. That week with that person, I taught my bladder that the best way to deal with stress was to pee. My body learned quickly and had no intention of looking back. Stressed about being out of town at a conference – let’s pee a lot. Stressed that you are on a long car ride – let’s pee a lot. At a work meeting and you aren’t sure what’s going to be discussed (as far as you know it could be a bladder intervention) – run and hide in the bathroom to pee. After realizing the correlation between that week and my bladder, I started taking notice to what my bladder was doing. Every time stress began to creep in I could feel my muscle begin tensing up and my bladder began to react in the best way it knew now. The anxious feeling would hit and I’d need to run to the bathroom.

The road to recovery has been an interesting one. I was also told to explore foods that could be trouble causing. My food Satan: Oats. Who would have thought, right? I’d been forcing myself to eat oatmeal in the morning for almost a year. When I dropped the oatmeal to have blueberry-celery smoothies (both foods have anti-inflammatory bladder soothing properties) I began to feel so much better. I was sure it was the smoothies making me feel better. A granola bar a week later and I soon realized it was the absence of the oats!

I’ve quit coffee and soda but do occasionally treat myself to coffee (at most once a week) and I only breakdown and have a Coke in the face of a horrible headache… but honestly since getting my diet on tract I rarely have a headache anymore.

I started myself on a regimen of glucosamine, chondroitin and Claritin. I’m not an MD so I can’t tell you to take it, but I do think I have received benefits from it. It may be all in my head, but hey! Whatever it takes to not run off all the time to the potty.

Sara recommended that I read this book and like every recommendation she passed on to me, this was very helpful. The book covers lots of lifestyle and food changes you can make. It also covers a lot of those areas to make you realize you may not be as abnormal as you think … and you are not alone. The book is great. If you have bladder problems, I think it is a wonderful guide to bladder health.

As good as the book was, it was never anywhere as detrimental as the time I spent with Sara. Hands down, she was the best thing that happened to my bladder. I think I’ll probably always be a little wonky (in many perspectives) but I have come such a long way because of her therapy and support. Just the other week I went on a trip to help a bird bander catch sparrows in our local marshes. Let me tell you, before Sara I would have totally blown this trip off and said there was no way my bladder would handle hours wandering marshes in hip waders. I was brave and I went. I made it three and a half hours without having to pee. Yes, me! The girl who could barely hold it every thirty minutes on a bad day.

I hope I continue to have a well behaving bladder. I’m sure overtime I will learn to trust my bladder more and get back to a completely normal life without fear of it throwing a tantrum. My advice to you is to get help. You may have to tell your story to a few people before you get to the place you need to be. Once you’re there, you’ll know … no matter how weird anyone thinks it may be.

The Better Bladder Book by Wendy Cohan

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Happy Endings : Stella #Mondayblogs

Knock, knock, knock.

Are you guys still there?

I know! I haven’t been around in a while. I think the wrath of winter finally won and I spent the last month or so in a mental fetal position. More on that in blogs to come!

I figured that the first order of business is to share some news.

Some really good news.

Some REALLY, REALLY, REALLY GOOD NEWS!

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About a year after her rescue, Stella finally has a place to call home! (Did you miss out on Stella’s story? Read the first blog about her – Meet Stella)

It’s been a long year for everyone who loves Stella. Her discovery, her surgery, her move to the Norfolk SPCA and finally … home!

Information has trickled down to me third hand so I have some basic details. When I read the email I skimmed through the important facts. Stella had gone on a home trial a week before the email was sent out. Rightfully so, the SPCA didn’t want to get her fan club excited over an adoption fail. Her new dad had checked in a week later and things were going great. She obviously adored him. He was already making progress on some of her behavioral issues.

I ran around work telling everyone I could find. Our girl finally obtained what we had been wishing for her, a home where she would be loved. She has someone who will care for her, protect her and help her over her little ticks – surely things that came from a former life of neglect.

There are lots of people that need special thanks in this situation. First of all, the absolutely wonderful Jack Huh opened his heart and his connections to get this girl somewhere that she could be adopted. Without Mr. Huh’s time, incredible efforts, and constant worrying for Stella (true story, I’m sure his continual concern over her welfare has probably taken years off of his life!) she would still be living at our animal hospital becoming more and more of a neurotic mess.

The Norfolk SPCA – we are forever indebted to you for giving Stella a safe and stable place to live, grow and thrive. Thank you so much for keeping your promise that you would not give up on Stella. Stella was a hard case from the minute Jamin laid eyes on her in the ditch near him and Emmy’s home. Not every shelter could open their facility up to such a dog and all the baggage she brought with her. Your program and facility will always be in my heart as the place where Stella got her life back.

And to the man who adopted her. I don’t know you or your name, but you have restored my faith in a bad situation coming full circle and that peace can be achieved even after the most miserable existence has been lived. If you could have seen her that first night on the side of the road, you wouldn’t believe it is the same dog you have now. Every day has been a victory for Stella, although I’m sure none of her days have compared to the one when you took her home. I hope this blog post will find you one day and you’ll know how many people you have made happy by your simple act of kindness.  Thank you. Thank you so much for giving our girl the chance she needed to shine.

To learn more about the Norfolk SPCA please visit their website or their Facebook page.

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I See London, I See France #Mondayblogs

I have a notorious and lengthy bad relationship with underwear and its proper placement. Thankfully there is only so much photographic evidence available. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAChristmas Morning 2002 – That is my brother’s Christmas underwear on my head. So much for potty training with those things. 10398514_57472255381_5448980_n


March 2009 – That’s me on the right, joyfully peering over inappropriate placement of underwear.

April 2011 – Not only am I wearing a pair of underwear over my jeans but I am also wearing a bra on my head. I’m a real winner. Ain’t no shame in that game!

And again, April 2011 – These photos were taken in a bar… and that my friends… is me dancing on a bar with underwear over my pants. Who knew making an ass out of yourself could also be lucrative? Count those dollas! For the first time, I might be able to put this weird habit towards the greater good. In less than two months, my coworkers from the animal hospital will be rallying together again to participate in the Run For The Animals Marathon. Some of us hope to beat our times from last year, some of us dream of coming in at the front of the pack…. Me? Well, I hope I get to walk that six miles with that bright red pair of bloomers over my pants! 10947255_10152604856430382_8661537753403909868_n That’s right! Me and these skivvies will be strutting it the whole marathon over my pants (fans of this public embarrassment have suggested blue pants so I look like SuperMan) if our team can double the donation money! Last year we raised $450 for game day! If we can bring $900 to the table that chilly morning in April, I will wear these where the whole world can see them! Want to help me out? We have two upcoming events to raise money – an ‘Everything’s A Dollar’ bake sale on February 21st from 8:00 am to noon and a $15 Paw Wash on March 28th. All money raised will be donated! For an added bonus – because I didn’t buy these red britches to sit in the closet- we will be holding a raffle at the Paw Wash with tons of great local gift certificates and items AND my amazing neighbor Roxane Ward will be holding a jewelry show that day. These events will be held at my animal hospital in Painter,Virginia! Can’t make it but you’d like to make sure I’m going to strut my stuff in the drawers? You can use our GoFundMe account! I can’t tell you how many people said that they wish they had an extra $900 because they’d donate it all to see this happen. Hopefully in two months I’ll be able to share some fantastic race day photos with you… of the marathon, my team and of my red hot undies!

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You Bought It, You Read It: An Available Man #Mondayblogs


An Available Man By Hilma Wolitzer

Much like animals seem to be able to sense the weak link in the pack, my mother could tell I was having a vulnerable moment in my You Bought It, You Read It Challenge. I had accepted a book from a coworker to read – The Dog Year- and I was determined to move on to the next book on my shelf. Until mom told me about this book.

Overview:
In this tender and funny novel, award-winning author Hilma Wolitzer mines the unpredictable fallout of suddenly becoming single later in life, and the chaos and joys of falling in love the second time around. When Edward Schuyler, a modest and bookish sixty-two-year-old science teacher, is widowed, he finds himself ambushed by female attention. There are plenty of unattached women around, but a healthy, handsome, available man is a rare and desirable creature. Edward receives phone calls from widows seeking love, or at least lunch, while well-meaning friends try to set him up at dinner parties. Even an attractive married neighbor offers herself to him.

The problem is that Edward doesn’t feel available. He’s still mourning his beloved wife, Bee, and prefers solitude and the familiar routine of work, gardening, and bird-watching. But then his stepchildren surprise him by placing a personal ad in The New York Review of Books on his behalf. Soon the letters flood in, and Edward is torn between his loyalty to Bee’s memory and his growing longing for connection. Gradually, reluctantly, he begins dating (“dating after death,” as one correspondent puts it), and his encounters are variously startling, comical, and sad. Just when Edward thinks he has the game figured out, a chance meeting proves that love always arrives when it’s least expected.

With wit, warmth, and a keen understanding of the heart, An Available Man explores aspects of loneliness and togetherness, and the difference in the options open to men and women of a certain age. Most of all, the novel celebrates the endurance of love, and its thrilling capacity to bloom anew.

My Review:
I kept pretty good tabs on my Goodreads status updates so I have decided to provide those to you here.
01/03 marked as currently reading
01/03 page 24 “#amreading Of course I love this book. The main character is a birdwatcher.”
01/04 page 65 “#amreading What seemed to be a cute little book now has me pondering how the beau would handle my death.”
01/05 page 101 “#amreading – I love when a book surprises you with the F-bomb. Didn’t see that coming!”
01/09 page 137″#amreading The main character should stick to bird-watching! Dating is not for him!”
01/11 page 179 “#amreading Boy, I thought I had some crazy ex’s! Run, Edward! Run!”
01/12 page 195 “#amreading I see a train wreck coming down the tracks. How about you?”
01/14 page 225 “#AmReading I hate it when I yell at characters in books and they don’t listen. Seriously, the bitch is crazy.”
01/16 page 258 “#amreading Is it wrong to tell a character I told you so?”
01/16 marked as: read

I loved, loved, loved this book. Only once did things slow down a tad too much, but otherwise it was fantastic. Okay, I was sucked in by all of the bird-watching parts but there was more than that. It truly made me ponder how the beau would handle things when I croak. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve had to go over that I am REALLY serious about my body going to the University of Tennessee’s Anthropology department. They’ve had my paperwork on file for ten years now. Put me on ice and point me south! And yes, I mean it that if there is a memorial service you better play Tori Amos’ song about being a ghost and running around naked because no one can see you (Happy Phantom… truly the best song out there for an amazing service). But, what would he do after that? Would he date again? Would he tinker with things and do a little bird-watching all alone? He’d probably acquire a dog breed that I have warned him about because of likely hip dysplasia, cardiac disease or dermatology disasters. If so, please tell him I told you so for me.
The book came together nice at the end, but I have to admit I wasn’t so sure where things were heading during those last hundred pages. There was the right amount of closure for a book of this sort.

And yes, there was bird-watching and you can’t go wrong with that!

Next on You Bought It, You Read It: The Better Bladder Book by Wendy L. Cohan.

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You Bought It, You Read It: The Dog Year #Mondayblogs

The Dog Year By Ann Wertz Garvin

The Dog Year by Ann Wertz Garvin

This book was not part of my You Bought It, You Read It mission. I’m a sucker for someone handing over a highly recommended book, especially if there is a tie to the canine companion in it. It’s much like when you are dieting and suddenly everyone wants to give you a cupcake. That’s how I feel when I’m offered you a book. I could say know because I have a bigger plan to stick to… but I just can’t.

The Overview:
Dr. Lucy Peterman was not built for a messy life. A well-respected surgeon whose patients rely on her warmth, compassion, and fierce support, Lucy has always worked hard and trusted in the system. She’s not the sort of person who ends up in a twelve-step program after being caught stealing supplies from her hospital.

But that was Lucy before the accident—before her husband and unborn baby were ripped away from her in an instant, before her future felt like a broken promise. Caught red-handed in a senseless act that kept her demons at bay, she’s faced with a choice: get some help or lose her medical license.

Now she’s reluctantly sharing her deepest fears with a bunch of strangers, avoiding her loneliness by befriending a troubled girl, pinning her hopes on her husband’s last gift, and getting involved with a rugged cop from her past. It’s only when she is adopted by a stray mutt and moves her group to the dog park that she begins to truly bond with the ragtag dog-loving addicts—and discovers that a chaotic, unplanned life might be the sweetest of all . . .

My Review:
I never thought I would get around to this book possibly because my guilty conscious was shaming me for reading a book that was not on the YBIYRI list. At first, the book presents you with Dr. Peterman who is a thorough and competent surgeon that seems to have her life in precise order. Until you realize that she is lifting random medical supplies from the work. Then sometimes she can’t control herself at the grocery store, or a gift shop and even in public! She finds a dog roaming the streets and takes her home. (Sorry, that’s veterinary me thinking, ‘Aren’t you going to report her as a lost dog? Have her scanned for a microchip? Take her to the vet and have her vaccinated and spayed?’) Imagine my fears when she started to volunteer at an animal shelter.

There are lots of funny moments throughout the book and I enjoyed the banter that took place between Lucy and the other characters. I love sarcasm and this book has it! Everyone seems to be a smartass on one level or another.

I like a good happy ending, but I have to admit the way this books ties all the ends together is a bit of a stretch for me. The universe lined up perfectly, maybe too perfectly. I know, I know! It’s fiction. The writer can do whatever the hell they want.

I would recommend this to anyone who needs a nice light read with some snickers and emotional moments. It’s not going to be a book of intense deliberating as some parts you can see coming. Spring will be back before you know it. Pick this book up for a lovely story to leaf through in the park.

Learn more about Ann Wertz Garvin on her website. 

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Work Day Cheat For Nursing Staff #Mondayblogs

When the New Year rings in we are all hell bent on making our lives better. Whether it is weight loss, better spending habits or more exercise – most of us do it. Call it a resolution, call it a new beginning.

I am going to implement a work day cheat for my New Year habits to win a few minutes back in the morning. I don’t know about you, but I am the noisiest quiet person I know. Seriously, if I’m trying to be silent I become this wrecking ball of crashes. I don’t know what it is but it happens all the time. In the morning, I get up before the beau and as a result I delicately fiddle (read: cause a loud ruckus) finding everything I need to get dressed for work. I think I have come up with a plan to reduce the deafening morning clatter.

I am not an iron kind of girl. Nor do I fold particularly well. That is why I hang my scrubs in the closet. I drape my pants on the hanger first and then pull my top over those. Tada! All ready for work! Here is where things are going to get serious!

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Every Sunday night, I’m going to stuff  all of my scrubs with underwear and socks in one pocket and my bra in the other. Every night when I get home from work (and here will be the challenge for me) I’m going to take my watch off and my nametag off and stick it in with the bra. I can’t tell you how many precious a.m. moments are wasted on the ‘Where The Hell Is My Watch’ game.

There you have it! I hope this is going to slim down wasted time on weekday mornings. How do you cheat the clock on work days?

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