Drugs are bad.

So I work at a drug treatment facility and I love my job. I feel like it is the only place I feel in reality in all of Utah because of the different people that come in for treatment. Guess what Utah County there are black people, homosexuals and non-members here and they are some of the coolest peeps ever. Mind blowing right? I bet I just shattered your universe.

I think one thing that comes with addictions is the stigma that "all addicts are horrible people" and that people should stay away from addicts because they are bad and have serious issues and "Why can't they just stop?! Gosh those filthy junkies!"  Riddle me this would ya? There once was a person who came in for treatment who's full time job was to watch child porn. Yes child pornography. BUT not for the reason that any old filthy animal watches that shiz for. Her job was to document every single thing from the actions to the door knob so that the courtroom and jurors wouldn't have to be subjected to that crap during the trial of the creep ass that made that shiz. Even though she was genuinely trying to do good in the world by putting those pedophiles behind bars, she got addicted to drugs because she needed to numb herself of the despicable things she saw and had to document. Would you do drugs if that was your job? I SURE AS HECK WOULD! Then people can just come back and say "well she should get a different job!" and then I reply "Well if she isn't documenting that then someone else has to! You can't teach no computer program to document the disgusting crap!" Isn't that horrible that people think that person is "just another junkie" when she is indirectly protecting the innocent children of those judgmental people? Not only does she deserve some respect but she deserves at least a thank you.

 In incidences like this I'd like to think that God understands. BUT I just DON'T understand how people just can't be more understanding and instead of helping others they expose the world to other's issues. People need hobbies...seriously. Everyone has a story and a past but I choose to help people have a better future. Drugs are bad but not all druggies are bad people. The end.

                                                         Us at the Jazz game.

            Our little family :-)

2012...BRING IIIIIT!

In the last three years I have spent every New Years Eve working. I guess the girl that is young and married is shiz outta luck when it comes to the New Year holiday anyways...oh well I love the double pay anyways. My husband was my first and only New Years kiss  before we were married and we will have plenty more new years in the future to kiss the crap outta each other ;-). 


Buuut I really am grateful for being able to work tonight because I feel like it has given  me the opportunity to reflect on the past year and what a shitty year it was. please excuse me for swearing but I cannot describe it any other way. This year was I would say the hardest. I do NOT want to jinx myself but with my parents getting divorced, getting promoted at work, being a nursing school student and just trying to keep my family okay and hold it all together for everyone has been exhausting to be delicate. It's been tough. I'm really not a good juggler and I am too much of a people pleaser and a giver that I seem to just put everything before myself and then It just gets so hard to balance it all at the same time. 


Now I'm not trying to get a pity party or anything I am just pumping myself up for 2012. I'm shaking off 2011 and moving on baby! I will tell you this because I did survive 2011 and managed to come out of probably the toughest semester with A's and B's, not die of exhaustion or a panic attack from a bunch of employees quitting on me AND still have mom, dad and ALL us kids in the same room opening presents on XMAS now that is a friggin miracle. This year has given me the confidence in myself and really shown me what I am made of... I can survive so BRING IT BI!!! Hahaha


There is one thing that has been amazing and completely constant during this whole mess of a year and that is my marriage to the greatest ever. Sterling freaking Turley I have no clue what I ever did to deserve you but man....I am one lucky wifey. I can't imagine how I would have made it through 2011 without you. Thank you for dealing with my stress, anxiety and spaz attacks. Thank you for being patient and fighting through the year of hell with me and for loving me when I have neglected you for my homework and probably other things that may have seemed critical at the time . I promise I do not love studying more than I love spending time with you. Thank you for not taking my bull crap and for wrestling me when I get snappy and bratty... I get taken down probably once a day I know I'm not easy to deal with buuut you just do it so well @$$ face. ;-) Hahahaha 


Anyways I gotta end with some 2012 goals and mine are the following: 


Say NO more often... I always do things I don't want to do to please others! BUT this year Lacee Funknasty Turley is NOT gonna be a push over...THE END.


Be more patient with others any myself... I freak out when I don't see the results that  I want or need quick enough and that is a super bad quality for me to have.


Be more forgiving. I have a bad habit of dropping people like a rock once they burn me...I have trust issues to the nth degree. It's something that I really need to get better with.  


Surround myself with POSITIVE people....I never really realized how sensitive of a person I was until just recently. We learned about something called "contagious anxiety" in mental health class and I have like the biggest case of that. I like peace and positiveness! This year I have had my fair dose of drama and crazies so why would I hang out with you if you just make me an anxious freakazoid whole time?! Not in 2012! No more misses stressed pants! 


Complain less... Correlates to the previous post. There is nothing worse to me that enduring biotching and moaning especially when it isn't going to change anything or the end result...your just wasting your time and my time so move on and get over it. Sterling I'm sorry I complain to you the most but you always know what to say to make me shut up and laugh...and feel better. 


Be less angry.... Sometimes driving in Utah just brings out the very worst in me. It's like I turn into a whole different person and before I know it I am swearing like a sailor and doing things that a Lady would NEVER dare to even dream of doing. So this year I am going to suppress my middle finger which I am not proud of using on occasions when cruising in Utah. BUT YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND how awful Utah drivers are. I gotta breathe deeper or something when I drive... Rar. 


Drink more water. Hi my name is Lacee and I am a caffeine-aholic. It's been 8 hours since my last Dr. Pepper and I consider that an accomplishment for me. Pray for me.


Run more.... I love running I need to do it more often. It's one of the few times where I feel free.


Sing my freaking heart out... I sing in the car like a psychotic person but it just makes me feel pretty good. When I sing loud, hard and probably sound like a cat being strangled it makes me feel like I'm getting rid of all of the bad and anxiety . Idk... It's fun and it wakes me up in the morning... I'm glad I don't have carpool buddies this semester :-x I will spare them this time. 


Be healthier... Sometimes I eat too much or I just forget to eat because I live out of my car and I am always on the run. I am going to cook more and be better at feeding us healthy yumminess and hopefully save some moolah along the way. 


Don't get pregnant....yet! Helloooo! I am only 22 I have like the rest of my life to shoot babies out like a cannon ball! My husband has never traveled before I wanna see a little bit of the world with him AND I wanna make some money man! I don't think it is a crime to wait a little while to have babies. I'd rather have em when I feel prepared to have them so that I can actually ENJOY my children instead of stress balls when they do come. Plus I wouldn't mind enjoying Mr. Turley for a few more years either ;-). 


I'll probably come up with more goals in me head later on but I hope that everyone has a great 2012! ;-)

This little one for sure pulled me through 2011. Word to the wise: If you are into pure joy and happiness get yourself a doodle! I just love my Boogee girl. 


I can tell 2012 is going to be epic already me, ster and boogee against the world. BRING IT!


                                     love,
                                       The lace face ;-) 

The light at the end of the tunnel.

Sometimes hilarious things happen to me or I get to be lucky enough to be involved in hilarious things happen. So on a lighter note from my last post and the most recent experience that I have had during my clinical rounds at Timp Hospital is I was working in the ER and there happened to be a mentally handicapped girl about age 25 (not the funny part Who do you think I am some sick freakazoid?) but she came in with a pretty bad Urinary Tract Infection and the sad thing about it was that she couldn't explain her sensation so this infection actually spread through her whole body :-( . Anyways so in order to specifically treat certain and extreme UTIs you have to do something called a straight catheter and collect some urine and test it for certain bacteria so you can then find a specific antibiotic and knock out the little  bacteria suckers. I don't know what it is with me and this procedure on women but somehow I always get really uncomfortable and nervous and just a little grossed out. So we were about to do this special and very invasive and embarrassing procedure I hear a knock on the door and incomes one of her family-friend meanwhile while she is basically is spread eagle on the hospital bed she yells out with like every fiber of her being "Sherri!!?! WELCOME! I was SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU!" While she is basically spread eagle and sick as a dog on the hospital bed and SHE was worried about SHERRI! Hahaa! After some test results the doctor said that we needed to put in an IV so we go in to get the IV in her and she FREAKED OUT she folded her arms in half and she was SO STRONG there was like no way that I was going to be able to have her straighten her arm by myself so I could get this IV in her arm. Anyways I finally got one in which I was really proud of because she flinched right when I was going in and I had to correct. ANYWAYS she kept asking me in the most sincere genuine voice "Lacee... am I going to die?!" and I had to keep ensuring her that "JANE DOE you are NOT going to die I promise I will not let you die when I am taking care of you!" She was the cutest funniest thing ever. She kept telling me how she refused to say the world "hail" in the Pleasant Grove High School fight song and how it was super duper bad. After I got the IV in I go in the check on her and I could tell that she was super upset and So I asked her what was wrong and why she was upset and she goes " I just can't explain it ever since you put this IV in me I have just been super upset and I feel like I am going to die!" So I explained to her that the IV was actually a really good thing and that it was helping her body be hydrated and that she was getting all of her medications super faster then swallowing a pill. Then she was fine for the rest of the time. Oh and another thing that made me laugh really hard is that she was so proud that she donates BLOOD PRESSURE on a regular basis. hahaa patients like that just seriously make my life. That night was so much fun. More funny life stories to come.... or at least I think they are funny ;-).

Oh yeah! Finals are over.... I'm lucky I got through this semester alive.... these past 15 weeks have been some of the hardest weeks of my life and not just because of school. School has actually been the least insane of everything! I feel like the expression "when it rains it pours" has happened tothe nth degree. Idk why family and work just seems to go crazy at the most inopportune times but I feel since I did come out of it alive that I can for sure overcome anything that gets in the way. Shout out to my hubby for being so amazing through every struggle I go through and for dealing with this crazy pants. Three semesters down and two to go! 35 weeks until I am NURSE LACE FACE FUNKNASTY T SHWING!

Lessons learned of the week:
H & M is the devil
I'm lucky to be married to such a smarty pants.
Boogee lowers my blood pressure and stress times a zillion
I need to work out....tomorrow hahaaa
I can't tell the difference between the smell of cigarette smoke and skunk smell... both are equally awful.
The missing peace is an excellent book and I'm not even done yet.

Sometimes I think I have great thoughts.

I don't know anything about blogging. I am a beginner for sure. I'd like to be good at it so that I can share my thoughts about life and hopefully bring happiness to others by my craziness and MAYBE, just maybe find somethings in common with the outside world. Hopefully I won't be the only person sincerely asking myself "Am I crazy?" more than five times a day. I titled this "Lace's Life" because it it my blog and I'm going to share my life  and funny things about life in general from my point of view. If anything this will be a good way for me to journal things that I'd like to remember just in case I get amnesia or contract some form of dementia so I can look back and actually remember.

Sometimes my best thoughts come in to middle of the day or like tonight when I am trying to sleep and I just suddenly jolt wide awake and cannot go back to bed. I remember vividly I was dreaming about Zyprexia which is an anti psychotic medication I am supposed to know for my final tomorrow. I know that sounds like its pretty intense and that I must be smart or something but in reality, I am only dreaming about it because I am too dumb to think about it when I am awake and attempting to study... bugh. That thought process led me to think about my clinical experiences or "hospital rounds" that I have had these past two semesters and wow.... have I experienced some pretty freaking awesome things. SO that lead me to thinking that I MUST record these experiences somehow! Since I have a callus the size of Africa on my writing hand I decided...Why not make a blog?! So that is what I decided to do tonight to keep me entertained during my state of insomnia. TADA.

I know my life is so entertaining and no one is probably going to read this which its fine because I can just print this off and put it in a makeshift journal to show my grandchildren.... maybe they will care? Either way I know I am not cool but I just gotta write down these sweet and hilarious memories that I think that are hilarious that happen to me all the time during nursing school.

The first one is actually quite a tender experience and it is for sure my #1.  Last semester we were doing our "rounds" at a nursing home that specifically treated Alzheimer's and Dementia patients and there happened to be 2 clients that were in the "dying process" meaning that they were gonna go at any minuet. Which is really sad I know, but it was also really amazing at the same time because I got to be there and care for them and be one of the last people that contacted them while their spirits were still on this earth. One client just happened to be really high up in the LDS church and it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. Of course I knew where he was going! HELLO?! If he wasn't going to heaven there is no way in heck I got a shot at making it! It was so sad to see him struggling. The amazing thing though is he was completely comatose "unconscious" and whenever his daughter would whisper in his ear "I'm here Daddy, it's me Jane Doe" he'd pucker his lips to give her a kiss. I couldn't help by just bawl my head off. Here is a man that isn't conscious at all and, is holding on by the last threads of his life  AND suffering unimaginably and his first reflex is to pucker his lips and kiss his daughter.... If that isn't a measure of what kind of man he was then I don't know what is. I don't get outwardly spiritual because the spiritual experiences that I do have are very personal to me and I hold them so tight in my heart that I get nervous to be vulnerable enough to share them. All I can say is that it was an absolute honor to be able to be in the presence  of a man who I know without a doubt would be going to the best place imaginable in just a few short moments or hours. I may not be the most spiritual person ever but I know that there were angels in that room just waiting to escort him to heaven. And whatever that may sound so dumb to some of you but I know what I felt and those feelings were undeniable. I am so grateful for the tender experiences and I am honored that I got to even have that experience. Its moments like that which make all my struggles with school bearable and moments like that, that make me look forward to being a nurse. Those little moments are worth more than gold to me and are totally worth any and every struggle I may ever go through ;-).