Confessions of a registered nurse (Confessions of a student nurse): The boyfriend

The Wedding

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 21:11:58 GMT

Mike and I had our dream wedding on June 7th on the beach in Ft. Lauderdale. Everything was perfect, and I am probably one of the few brides who started crying at the beginning of the ceremony. After the wedding, Mike and I took pictures in the ocean and our amazing photographers actually got in with us. When I get the professional pictures back in a few weeks, I will post my favorites on here. Until then, click on the link on the right to see pictures taken by our friends.

Sandcastle built by Michael (my little brother)

Best wedding photographer ever:

Anyone looking for a wedding photographer should definitely contact Brian at Adept Studios (www.adeptstudios.com) - even if you have to fly him out to your wedding, he is worth the price!

My Prince Charming

Tue, 11 Mar 2008 22:17:00 GMT

We were on our way home from a nice dinner and I started having a mini "I'm getting married soon" freak-out. To calm myself down, I began thinking about how perfect Mike is. He's sweet, loving, cute, and an overall great guy. By the time we pulled into the driveway and got out of the car, I was excited again about getting married. I smiled at Mike as we walked towards the house. But before we made it to the porch, I felt an awful sensation: a spider web stuck to my face. As I frantically began to rip the web off, I noticed a large spider on my stomach. Now, I have a strict no-kill policy when it comes to bugs, and I consider myself to be a tomboy, which is why I cannot explain or account for the sounds that I started making or the actions of my body. I let out a high-pitched scream as my arms, without my brain telling them to, began to hit at my stomach. "Get it off me!" I desperately screamed to Mike. I kept hitting myself and kicking my legs (I'm not sure how that was supposed to help get the spider off) when I noticed that Mike was not coming to my aid. I managed to temporarily regain control of my limbs and ran towards him. That's when he did the unimaginable... he ran away from me. With one well-placed swat I finally managed to get the spider off myself, and I sprinted into the house. "Why didn't you help me?!" I screamed at my soon-to-be husband. "Because it was dark out and I didn't want to get the spider on myself," he replied. Well, at least he's cute.

Mature people

Mon, 28 Aug 2006 03:29:28 GMT

While in the car yesterday, Mike and I were talking about my job interview. "You should have brought up that your boyfriend is an architect," Mike said. Ok, I'll bite. "Why is that?" I asked. "That way they would know that you hang out with mature people," he confidently replied. About a second later, a rock song came on the radio. I looked over at him out of the corner of my eye and saw that he was playing air guitar and banging his head to the song....

Quotes from the weekend

Mon, 15 May 2006 16:15:20 GMT

Mike came to town this weekend to have an endoscopy done to determine why he is having trouble swallowing. Before the procedure they administer a drug called Versed, which makes the patient sleepy and causes them to forget what happened. Apparently, the Versed does not wear off very quickly, which lead to some entertaining moments with Mike. Here are a few of the highlights:
~ The nurse called me back to sit with Mike while he was waking up. I walked over to him and held his hand, answering all of his questions (when did I get here, is the procedure over, how did you get here, etc). I stepped away from the side of the bed to look at the machine taking his vitals and when I turned back towards him ten seconds later, he smiled at me and said, "Katie! How did you get here?! Is the procedure over?"
~ Mike then wanted to know where his glasses were. I found them on a tray under the bed, and helped him put them on his face. About thirty seconds later, I asked, "Mike, where did you get your glasses?" He replied, "I guess they never took them off of me for the procedure."
~ Realizing that I could have some fun with this, I asked Mike to sing me a song. He chose a country song, and although I hate country, the song was wonderful. :) Unfortunately, his singing was interrupted by the doctor coming in to talk to him about the procedure.
~ The doctor was wonderful, explaining in detail what he found and answering all of our questions. Unfortunately, not too long after he left the room, Mike said, "I wonder how much longer until the doctor comes to talk to us."
~ Mike was lying on his side and after again realizing that I was in the room with him, he said, "Can I lay on my side?" I told him he was on his side. He again said, "Well, can I lie on my side?!" I asked him if he wanted to lie on his other side. "No! I just want to lie on my side!"
~ "Why are your eyes so big?" They've always been this big...
~ When leaving the building and swaying all over the place, Mike had a little run-in with one of the walls. He patted the wall and said, "I bet they have these walls here for a reason, huh?" I bet they do, Mike...
~ When exiting the building, I walked through the door first. After Mike walked through, he stopped and held the door open. "After you," he said, expecting me to walk back through the exit door. Uh, thanks?

Other quotes:
~ My little brother was rubbing the zit on his chin. He leaned over and said, "Whenever I touch my zit, it makes my ears hurt."
~ At my sister's graduation, they spent what seemed like half an hour giving awards. They had awards for everything- volunteering, having a 3.4 GPA for one semester, best attitude at clinicals, etc. During one award, they called the names of all but three or four students. It would have been quicker to just say, "Everyone but these students qualified for this award..." The audience was starting to clap less and less, and the students who qualified for every award were starting to look exhausted from standing up and sitting down every time their name was called. Mike, getting into the spirit of things, said, "And the next award goes to the student who took the fewest restroom breaks!" I don't remember what the next award actually was, but I don't think that he was too far off..

Your ID please

Fri, 17 Mar 2006 05:15:05 GMT

Many people are flattered when they are asked for their ID while buying alcohol or trying to enter a bar. But is it flattering to be asked for your ID while purchasing glue from the hardware store? I guess Mike and I make a great couple- he has trouble convincing the cashier that he's old enough to purchase glue, and I constantly get asked what high school I go to.

Three months?

Tue, 07 Mar 2006 20:30:04 GMT

I think there are things growing in Mike's refrigerator that even a microbiologist would be unable to identify. I found an opened bag of cheese that smelled and looked disgusting, and asked Mike how old it was. "Only about three months," he replied, thinking he was proving some point. I looked at the back of the bag and it said, "Use within three days of opening." Hmm... three days, three months, same thing, right? BOYS!!!

My boyfriend, the killer

Mon, 27 Feb 2006 05:19:42 GMT

Mike confessed something awful to me tonight, and I don't know how to handle it. Should I leave him? Should I report him to the proper authorities? I am so upset that it is almost hard to write about what happened..... he killed all but one of my plants. I know, it is hard to believe that someone could do such a thing, but that's what he did. Taking care of my plants was his one big job while I was away and he failed. He was "trying" to be nice to them by putting them out on the balcony to enjoy some sun. I guess he somehow thought they would enjoy the freezing temperatures and harsh winds too? How could you do this to me Mike? Well, there is only one way to replace the new hole in my heart- we need another cat. :) The funny thing is that he just now told me about the plants, and acted like it just recently happened. I will be in Dallas on Friday for spring break. I wonder how long ago they actually died, and if he has just been putting off telling me, but is now forced to since I will be in town soon. I bet he even tried to find replacement plants so he could hide his awful crime. LOL... gotta give him credit for trying!

And he stole my heart...

Fri, 20 Jan 2006 19:42:56 GMT

Happy three year anniversary Mike!!!

Thank you for the flowers. They are beautiful, and according to Isis, they taste great. I love you and can't wait to see you again in a few weeks!

Things I learned from my boyfriend

Fri, 23 Dec 2005 16:08:40 GMT

1. I do not have to be perfect. My little imperfections are some of the things he treasures the most about me.

2. I do not always have to be right. I usually am right, but on those rare off-days, he'll love me anyways.

3. The solution to a loud squeaking/clunking from my engine is NOT to just turn the radio up.

4. When a man says, "Why don't you just let me fix..." just say no!!!

5. When using the bathroom at night, always check the toilet seat, because it will be left up.

6. It is actually possible to have (future) in-laws you love.

7. Some people actually can have just one piece of chocolate.

8. Even though he claims he doesn't like my cats, I caught him pouring filtered water into the fountain they drink out of... so even when he tries to be a jerk about something, he is still a sweetie.

9. Not everyone sneezes when they look at a bright light.

10. Sometimes when men try to be comforting, they make the situation worse (like the time I thought I would have to put Isis to sleep, and Mike said, "Aww, babe, don't worry. We can have her stuffed and put on your mantle." Thanks Mike.

11. Concrete and cement are not the same thing.

12. Some people don't consider my hair all over the bathroom counter to be "art."

13. Pulling the comforter up over the messed up sheets does not count as "making the bed."

14. When a guy is confident enough, he will actually feel pride (not jealousy) when his girlfriend is hit on in a bar in front of him.

15. "Let's talk about this later" actually means, "Please God, let her forget about this!!"

16. When I hear, "Awww... Katie, come in here, ha ha..." from the other room, DO NOT ENTER THE ROOM for about five minutes.

The scratch

Sun, 18 Dec 2005 05:05:11 GMT

I'm in Dallas visiting Mike, and he let me drive his car around yesterday while he was at work. Mike's car is his baby. I think I was more nervous driving it than I was taking my pharmacology final. His car is black, and when I walked up to it after leaving the store, I noticed two new scratches on the hood. They were off white, so I thought they were down to the metal. My heart almost stopped beating. Do I just go right to the car shop and get it fixed so he doesn't find out!? I ran my finger along one of them to see how deep they really were, and made an important discovery: bird poop. I just ran my finger in bird poop. LOL... well, at least they weren't scratches, right?

Excited

Wed, 23 Nov 2005 22:12:23 GMT

Mike is driving up from Dallas right now, and I am so excited that I can't study. Can anyone out there write me a doctor's note getting me out of my test next Monday? I'd really appreciate being able to spend time with Mike instead of my stupid Pharmacology and Health Management text books.

Much better day

Tue, 15 Nov 2005 00:15:51 GMT

Thanks for all the nice comments everyone!
Today was a much better day. I got a 90% on my pharmacology quiz, and my prayers were answered about my patient- she is a wonderful person! I went in to say hi to her after class, and she was full of energy and excited to be working with me tomorrow. She is only on a few medications, which means a whole lot less work for me tonight!!
Also, I checked on my patient from last week. He is doing a lot better. It was easier to understand him (maybe I'm just better at understanding him- but hopefully it's because he is improving), he seemed in good spirits, and he said he was working hard with the physical therapist! I really hope I run into him sometime in the future and he is of a healthy weight, walking on his own, and happy about life.
Have I mentioned how wonderful my boyfriend is? If some of you think I complain too much on my site, you should hear what he has to deal with! Last Monday, the message I left on his voicemail went something like: "*Sob, sobb, sobbb, snort*, Hey, *snort*, Mike. I really need *sobb sobb sobbb* a pep *sobb* talk." LOL.. poor guy! He actually did call me back as soon as he could. I probably would have pretended like I never got that message if I were him. He works designing recording studios and home theaters all day (poor thing, sounds awful, huh?!) But he is studying for his architecture licensing exam (at least he should be), so he understands the stress I am constantly under. It's great to have so many supportive people in my life!