Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…

Every 20

6:47am

I didn’t get my usual Day Nurse and was assigned a friendly yet flighty. Nurse K. The theme was ohh shoot I forgot something I’ll be right back so she would disappear come back in 15 and disappear again. It seemed to coordinate with the exact moment I was falling asleep. Diabetic Blood Prick every meal. Im not eating. Vital are every 4 hours starting at 5:00am. Someone would knock. Vitals as I was falling asleep. Quickest way for me to revert to a toddler is by withholding sleep. I was tired and annoyed. Blood draw: You’re Palates are still 2

4 platelets transfusion didn’t bring me back up at all? Blood time. Dr C ordered another platelet transfusions at 9:30pm. Shortly I spiked another fever and couldn’t stop shivering. Just so cold. J climbed into the little bed with me to hold me while I shook. Nurse Iz hit me with a strong pain med and I was out.

It’s hard to think outside when your immediate circle is pain. Though for a few moments yesterday I let the sunset beam on my face for a few minutes. Almost like saying thank you but also like I’m still here.

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Hello, my name is Nina. I am a mother, wife, daughter and friend. I am lover of country music, & 80’s love ballad. I love me some karaoke! I identify as hot mess mom. I get it wrong, all the time. On the rare occasions I get it right? Even I’m shocked.

I am a working professional in the field of Compliance. I am mother two, daughter to immigrant parents, wife to a “redneck” – and proud of it, sister-in-law to the two most incredible human beings I have ever met and a niece that is just so cool but doesn’t know it.

I work too hard and play too little. I’ve always focus on the wrong thing and never quite sure if I’m ever enough. I grew up on the East Coast and was a latchkey kid in the 80’s and 90’s – I dodged the sketchy people on the walk home and tried not to end up on a milk carton.

I went to a very privileged Boarding School on the East Coast and college after that. (So yeah that’s exactly why this journal will be riddled with grammatical and spelling errors. On the days I feel good, I’ll type it out. On the days I don’t feel good it’ll be voice to text. I can not be held liable for the things Siri puts in as my “voice”. ) Graduated on a Friday and started Fleet Bank on a Saturday. I hustled my way through the midnight shift at DHL and hustled and hustled and hustled. I knew nothing except the hustle. (As I said, I’m a hot mess mom).

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