nite Sd!... I am up and about at all hours ... ya just never know.. Sweet Dreams !!!
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Pokey, ya know you are never safe right??? It just don't happen around here...this thread or any other.... we just set ourselves up for it!!
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Hey guys!! Hows everbody?? I am here now..... No more turns for a week or so!! So I am about to be myself again....least for a while....
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Consider yourself very lucky because I am more addicted to the flavors than I am to the nic![]()
When you get down to 0mg let me know...
.Ha! I vaped nothing but menthol when I started. I thought they were all crazy vaping food flavors. Pokey kept sending them to me telling me that I would like them one day. I still thought she was nuts but she ended up being right![]()

Ya see what I mean Sdh!!! I can't win nothing!!!
Nothing, nothing,nothing!
I was even "liking" my own posts just so I'd beat her!!
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Yeah, its 12:45 here and I have to get up and go visit with the kids tomorrow and give the grandkiddies lots of hugs and loves and of course, take pictures of them. Its going to be a nice day, really looking forward to it.
See you all tomorrow sometime! Have a nice holiday weekend.
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Soooo....I've just visited the tattoo contest page.
And I've got a tat story to share...I know, who'd a thunk it? No, not about me. No tats here except for the 62 on Pokey's rump...
On second thought, it would be best for me to share it later when there aren't so many people (and mods) around and I have had some time to write, re-write and edit it a bit. It's not that bad, really; I just have to find the right words and they elude me this morning.
Remind me later in case I forget.![]()
Here ya go, TT. Just finished it. It seems to be cleaned up enough for these parts and not in the least bit wild. A very rare, public Pokey story.
The art of hazing takes on new dimensions in the nursing world. And while nowadays it is very much frowned upon, it was expected and much anticipated by the nursing veterans when I first began my career.
It was my first week at my first job as a "real" nurse in a hospital. And in that position, all the tasks that the senior nurses didn't want to do got pawned off on the noobs in the name of on-the-job training. A young man well known to the staff was admitted; a frequent-flyer of tattooed infamy, well-known to all but myself. He was a hard-living motorcycle type with a wicked a sense of humor equal to that of the older floor nurses' he had become family with over his many admissions. He was in need of a urinary catheter - and that special task was delegated to me.
Quite young, scared and unsure of myself I went to his bedside. I explained the procedure as I had been taught to do; he just lay there and grinned at me - his twisted little smile and his ongoing silence in our conversation only worsening my worries and adding to my obvious discomfort. I removed the bedcovers, pulled up his gown (far be it from him to assist with this) and lo and behold, encircling his ringrangdoo there was a tattooed garland of red rosebuds with stems, thorns and leaves trailing down to his nether regions.
Without getting into the fine details of how such a tube is placed, rest assured that my face was far more red than the rosebuds I first found there and it quickly deepened to a mortified, hot scarlet once their stems and leaves grew and the buds blossomed under my hand and before my eyes.
I have a poor memory, these days, for many of the unusual, funny and sometimes sad stories I have encountered in the past 25 years I've been nursing. But, without a doubt, the image of that man laying there, that tattoo saluting me from the bed is burned forever in my mind.![]()
























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