I need guidance.
The journey is almost over... well, this one.
I have more journeys to come.
My internship journey is almost over.
I don't know what to do.
No jobs in Dallas.
Cook Children's has a lame weekend PRN position open, but I don't think I can live off of that... and I don't know if it would be easy to have another job.
Arkansas Children's has a fellowship position open (this is kind of like an extended internship position...but it is paid and has benefits :)) But, I don't know if I want that. I'm just so ready to have a job. But it IS in Arkansas... and I am a little homesick... but that is only for a year... and what if another job comes up? A better one? Do I take it and flake on the fellowship? Is that allowed? It is so unnerving not knowing where I will be in 2 weeks.
I'm more stressed now than I have been all of my internship.
Ugghhhh!!!!
Dear God,
Lead me where YOU want me to be.
Put peace in my heart so that I may do your will willingly.
Thank you for patience. May I have that too?
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Camp Courage
A couple of weekends ago I went to Camp Courage.
This is a camp for siblings of children with chronic illnesses or disabilities.
It was amazing. It was at this place called Camp John Marc.
Camp John Marc is marvelous. If I end up staying in TX, then I want to be a volunteer there.
Everything at the camp is geared to accommodate children with disabilities. There are paved walk ways everywhere. There is fishing, cooking, rock climbing, swimming, etc. The pool has a beach side entrance for kids in wheelchairs. The showers are made so that wheelchairs just wheel on in.
The staff was great too. It was a bunch of college kids or young adults but you could tell they were more than just that. It takes special people to WANT to work at a camp like that.
Although I went with a group of kids that did not have disabilities, these staff members work with kids with cerebral palsy, traumatic brain injuries, epilepsy, etc. Amazing.
I was even able to lead an activity while I was there. Me! The INTERN! Yeah, I'm awesome.
I just love my job.
This is a camp for siblings of children with chronic illnesses or disabilities.
It was amazing. It was at this place called Camp John Marc.
Camp John Marc is marvelous. If I end up staying in TX, then I want to be a volunteer there.
Everything at the camp is geared to accommodate children with disabilities. There are paved walk ways everywhere. There is fishing, cooking, rock climbing, swimming, etc. The pool has a beach side entrance for kids in wheelchairs. The showers are made so that wheelchairs just wheel on in.
The staff was great too. It was a bunch of college kids or young adults but you could tell they were more than just that. It takes special people to WANT to work at a camp like that.
Although I went with a group of kids that did not have disabilities, these staff members work with kids with cerebral palsy, traumatic brain injuries, epilepsy, etc. Amazing.
I was even able to lead an activity while I was there. Me! The INTERN! Yeah, I'm awesome.
I just love my job.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Rock climbing
Every monday night, Kristofor and his "singles group" friends go rock climbing. He has invited me several times, but I don't like the idea of driving to Dallas on a Monday night to return after my bedtime. Long drive, long day. Well, last night, I caved. I did it. It was the best decision!!!
It felt so good to do something other than homework on a week night. Because I am almost done with everything, I was able to convince myself that a night for ME was okay. I allowed myself that time. I'm so glad I did. I just happened to make a few friends and score myself an invite to the singles camping trip in a few weeks. I may go, I may not go. It depends on if a hospital related camp is the same weekend. We'll see.
This just reminded me the importance of doing things for myself and not always following the rules and doing homework. Work doesn't always have to be before play.
It felt so good to do something other than homework on a week night. Because I am almost done with everything, I was able to convince myself that a night for ME was okay. I allowed myself that time. I'm so glad I did. I just happened to make a few friends and score myself an invite to the singles camping trip in a few weeks. I may go, I may not go. It depends on if a hospital related camp is the same weekend. We'll see.
This just reminded me the importance of doing things for myself and not always following the rules and doing homework. Work doesn't always have to be before play.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Hunger Games
Friday night, a big group of us went to see The Hunger Games.
I loved it. I spent the whole movie analyzing how it was different from the book, but I still loved it.
Love. Love. Love. It was a good group of people too. That made it even better.
I want to see it again.
Last night, I went with Brad to see 21 Jump Street. It was actually pretty good... and I guess Brad isn't too bad of company. I mean, he paid for everything and he opened the car door for me. Having a big brother isn't so bad after all.
My internship is coming to an end and I keep reminding myself that I am not in control. I am really having to work hard to turn that control over to God. It is not easy. I like to control things, I like to plan things. Me. Me. Me. But it isn't about me... and I am learning to accept that.
So, be praying for me and where I am to end up. Dallas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, the Middle East... wherever it is, I will go to do God's work, not mine.
I loved it. I spent the whole movie analyzing how it was different from the book, but I still loved it.
Love. Love. Love. It was a good group of people too. That made it even better.
I want to see it again.
Last night, I went with Brad to see 21 Jump Street. It was actually pretty good... and I guess Brad isn't too bad of company. I mean, he paid for everything and he opened the car door for me. Having a big brother isn't so bad after all.
My internship is coming to an end and I keep reminding myself that I am not in control. I am really having to work hard to turn that control over to God. It is not easy. I like to control things, I like to plan things. Me. Me. Me. But it isn't about me... and I am learning to accept that.
So, be praying for me and where I am to end up. Dallas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, the Middle East... wherever it is, I will go to do God's work, not mine.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
St. Patrick's Day
The day started with me thinking that my St. Patrick's Day in Texas was going to mean me sitting at the house alone doing homework. I didn't want that, so I talked Brittany into going to get dinner.
We took her tiny little yorkie-poo to the dog park. I love dog parks. I had never been, but I want to go back all the time... without a dog... because people let you pet their dogs, as much as you want!
Anyway, we hung out there for a while. There is a little dog park and big dog park. On the big dog park, we saw a Bull Terrier. (Target Dog). I have been obsessed with these things for the past couple of months. I just thing they are the ugliest/cutest things ever and I want one!!! Well, there was one there and I kept watching it and Brittany and I decided to name it Bullet. It seemed a pretty fitting name because it was kind of stocky and was definitely a boy. We talked about him and watched him play.
When we were leaving, so was Bullet. Well, me being... me kept turning around to look at the dog as we were walking away. The owner was a young, semi-attractive boy, who took my turning around gawking at his down... as turning around gawking at HIM. This was not the case.... Dude, sorry to break it to ya, but I'm checking your dog out... not you.
Anyway, when we were driving out of the parking lot, the guy saw us and waved! haha. I waved back and laughed... then he caught up with us on the road and drove up beside us to wave... it was awkward. I just really liked his dog!!
After the Bullet, dog park fiasco, we went to a place called Jakes. It is this bar/restaurant that is known for its burgers. There was a live band and TVs. The TVs were our main focus because Brittany really wanted to watch the Baylor game. So, we sat in a corner, watched the game, drank green beer, and ate our messy messy burgers. Tonight, we were men. Happy St. Patrick's Day!
We took her tiny little yorkie-poo to the dog park. I love dog parks. I had never been, but I want to go back all the time... without a dog... because people let you pet their dogs, as much as you want!
Anyway, we hung out there for a while. There is a little dog park and big dog park. On the big dog park, we saw a Bull Terrier. (Target Dog). I have been obsessed with these things for the past couple of months. I just thing they are the ugliest/cutest things ever and I want one!!! Well, there was one there and I kept watching it and Brittany and I decided to name it Bullet. It seemed a pretty fitting name because it was kind of stocky and was definitely a boy. We talked about him and watched him play.
When we were leaving, so was Bullet. Well, me being... me kept turning around to look at the dog as we were walking away. The owner was a young, semi-attractive boy, who took my turning around gawking at his down... as turning around gawking at HIM. This was not the case.... Dude, sorry to break it to ya, but I'm checking your dog out... not you.
Anyway, when we were driving out of the parking lot, the guy saw us and waved! haha. I waved back and laughed... then he caught up with us on the road and drove up beside us to wave... it was awkward. I just really liked his dog!!
After the Bullet, dog park fiasco, we went to a place called Jakes. It is this bar/restaurant that is known for its burgers. There was a live band and TVs. The TVs were our main focus because Brittany really wanted to watch the Baylor game. So, we sat in a corner, watched the game, drank green beer, and ate our messy messy burgers. Tonight, we were men. Happy St. Patrick's Day!
It is kind of dark, but you get the picture.
First week on my new Rotation
My new rotation is cool. Different, but cool.
My new supervisor's name is Terri.
I'm on the Trauma/surgical floor. All of the kids coming out of surgery come to my floor. Well, not all of them, but a lot of them. Our main population is made up of kids that aren't normally in the hospital but are admitted for reasons like appendectomies or broken bones, or random surgeries like that.
Child life's main job on this floor is to get the kids up and walking after their surgery. A lot of kids that have surgery don't want to get up and do anything, but in order for them to go home, they have to. We bribe them will video games and toys. It almost always works. We entice them to come to the playroom, or activities that are taking place around the hospital.
We see a lot of random stuff up here, but I like it.
My new supervisor's name is Terri.
I'm on the Trauma/surgical floor. All of the kids coming out of surgery come to my floor. Well, not all of them, but a lot of them. Our main population is made up of kids that aren't normally in the hospital but are admitted for reasons like appendectomies or broken bones, or random surgeries like that.
Child life's main job on this floor is to get the kids up and walking after their surgery. A lot of kids that have surgery don't want to get up and do anything, but in order for them to go home, they have to. We bribe them will video games and toys. It almost always works. We entice them to come to the playroom, or activities that are taking place around the hospital.
We see a lot of random stuff up here, but I like it.
Wedding Weekend
It was great to see everybody.
It was emotional because it symbolizes growing up and things changing.
Mary. Was. Beautiful.
The wedding was beautiful.
I would have expected Mary to be somewhat of a bridezilla, because it is her right on her day, but she wasn't. She was the opposite. She was so aware of other people's feelings even though it was her day to shine. I kept expecting her to freak out and be nervous but she was so calm and so sure of herself. It was quite inspiring. I hope I am that 'put together' on my wedding day.
I was so honored to be a part of her day. So honored.
I had a "Bridesmaid" moment at the end of the day. When they are all sending the bride and groom off and the best friend looks at her and waits for her to look back... that is right before Caleb Rummel THREW A LIT SPARKLER AT THE BRIDE!!!! Then, all of the saddness, joy, and sentimentalness DISAPPEARED and I just kept yelling, "YOU THREW A LIT SPARKLER AT THE BRIDE!!!??"
...and that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Caleb Rummel died.
just kidding. maybe if he had actually caught her on fire, I would have actually killed him, and I'm sure I would have had helpers.
What a beautiful weekend.
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