Creative Spanko Wench Blog

This week I completed a long three day assignment that was pretty complex and can hardly believe that I’ve gotten the whole thing written and my portion wrapped up in just one 4th day. Of course there are two levels of review to go through before I can close the book altogether, but hey, for at least a day in my life, I’m up to date.

Ahhhhhhh …. enjoying the moment.

I feel well again today too. First time since I got my blood sugars under control in March, before I got swine flu.

I haven’t been sleeping well since then … After waking up at 1 AM and giving up and staying up all the rest of the wee morning hours then dragging through work all day Monday, I was so whipped that I crashed as soon as I got home, so guess what, I was up again at 1 AM Tuesday. I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I gave up again, only this time I got up and went to work at 5 AM. I had things to do that going in that early actually made easier to accomplish so there was a bit of a blessing in that. Thank goodness for the sleep gods on Tuesday evening. I crashed again shortly after I got home, this time when I woke up just before midnight, I went pee & miraculously fell back into deep sleep almost as soon as I crawled back to bed. I surfaced again at 5 am, watched news, and hit work again at 7:30. Wednesday was kind of long, but since my body seemed to want sleep early I found myself under the covers and asleep before 10 pm (hours later than the previous two days, but as soon as my spirit moved me), so when 5 am came around again today, I was up, rested and ready to go. I watched TV, cuddled my kitties and waited for my 6:50 alarm. I got to my office too early (I don’t have a code to disable the security alarm … for clarification, my job assignments - the ones I can go to early - are all field assignments that are out of my office) so I went to breakfast, came back and got to my desk fifteen minutes early. 5:03 pm - my reports were done and I was picking up to go home. I can’t remember the last time I was able to close out my work and leave almost exactly on time in the whole time I’ve been in this job.

Again, sigh….. ahhhhhhhh … just a bit of a revel. It’ll probably be a long time before I can say this again, but hey, today is today, and it’s been a good day.

Only one thing would make it a “best day” and that would be if it could close with a bit of an ‘edgy-good-girl-but-watch-it’ spanking.

Ever want/get/give one of those kinds of spankings? A spanking that’s desired and welcomed, but just a bit harder and more than she/he was expecting because out there lingers a history of breaching the expectations that were met this time?

I have to confess that I’ve both wanted/appreciated it, and felt it was unfair/begrudged the times when I was gifted with one of those kind of spankings. To analyze the why’s of my own different reactions is a whole new post…. Ahhhh inspiration again…

p.s. (for you young’uns) the phrase “wouldn’t a pow go good now?” comes from a 1960’s end of the day or after stress brand name ‘Dow’ beer commercial that used the catch phrase “wouldn’t a Dow go good now?”

Yeah I’ve been scarce.

I’m trying to find inspiration to write spanking content, but so close on the heels of saying a spanking good by to my buddy, I’ve been less than motivated. I’m guessing that most of you friends understand that life changes impact all aspects of being including blogging. I’m working on (but not happy with) new chapters of three of the stories you guys want more of (WW, Spitfire & Spankford wives). Staying focused and motivated has been a challenge because I’m being distracted by feeling lonely and some thing I didn’t expect.

I’m battling with whether I’m supposed to walk away from the great connection I had with my buddy and dare seek someone new and a deeper sense that that would be a betrayal. I’m also missing the constant contact I had with him. I don’t miss the hours/day long calls with twenty or more interruptions because he got another call or drove through a cell reception dead zone, but I do miss the interspersed long, uninterrupted and fun talks we had that wandered all over creation and the stuff we had in common. I don’t miss the arguments we had where he one upped and had to best my every accomplishment, but I do miss him telling me he thought that I’m smart and how much he respected and depended on my smarts.

So, beyond these things that have me down … is something that has me re-directing some of my energies. I’ve drafted a precursor to a fictionalized (though based on my real experiences) novel about my life as a hospital Critical Care nurse Educator, and Quality/Risk Management Director. It’s attracted some attention and interest from two publishing houses. We’re not talking 2 - 3 hundred bucks a chapter that spanking pay sites pay, or the 25 to 100 dollar commissions I get for drawings; we’re talking, get some potentially publishable work done and we’ll pay you $XXX,XXX as an advance. Thing is I’m struggling with the ethics of writing a tell all book about what I know about healthcare and patient safety. I know both sides. I have secret knowledge of what the healthcare industry and more pointedly doctors & their hospital committees fight tooth and nail to keep hidden …

AOL published this today in an article about whether or not people could be scared to death for real. One slide stated, “you are most likely to die in an accident … car crash…” I’ve studied the reality and actually reviewed and drilled down into the statistics. Nope AOL’s claim is simply NOT true. How you got to hospital not factored in, every hour in the US, 11 people will die in hospital as a result of medical errors. The converse statistic [both published by the CDC] is that every hour in the US 5 people will die as a result of a car accident (regardless of cause).

It is more than twice as dangerous to be a hospital patient in the hands of conscientious healthcare workers, for any reason, than it is to drive the highways with the drunks, speeders and distracted teen drivers. Unbelievable, but true.

I know why healthcare is so deadly … I’ve lived it from 5 sides for almost 3 decades. I’ve been a patient, family member, nurse, analyst and leader of problem solving/practice reform teams. I must say that, in my experience, it is the rare exception to the rule that deliberate malfeasance caused any medical errors that caused serious injury, permanent disability or death, but I can say without hesitation that staff/physician lack of awareness, respect for patient safety science, and understanding and respect for the clear evidence about human factors science about the causes of error are factors in how bad outcomes occur almost 100 % of the time.

Kgwack! I hear ya ok. Get back to the fun stuff already… OK I will try.

So when will y’all get to read some substantial spanking content here? I’m workin on it … still… a week maybe more before you get an Eamon and Sheila update…. hope you’ll hang in with me… or nominate someone to spank me for being so negligent and too easily distracted as a blogger.

:) patty

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Just Life

Here is a little website I started where I can share vanilla aspects of life that I feel comfortable that my family can access too. It came about because I just upgraded my Apple software and there were some very neat new features that make it possible to create a website and add whole photo albums, slide shows and even movies that are too big to e-mail.

Also I found that my current host for the images I post here for you folks doesn’t support the apple file formats so I’m working on finding out if I can find out how to enable them on the Patty’s Gallery main site.

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Minitoes (aka Cinnamon) turned 15 today, and it hardly seems like yesterday that I kit-napped her from ‘mamma kitty’ (a semi friendly ferrel cat who birthed her litter in my dryer on Canada day - long story short I lived in a house on stilts by the sea shore and I had a small ramshackle shed under the house where the washer, dryer and sprinkler system were enclosed). Mamma kitty had 4 kittens, I tried to catch all of them after she began teaching them to eat/play with/kill live food. I was going to take them to be neutered. Toes and her brother were the only ones I could catch. Mamma kitty moved the others before I could catch them or her. I kept both kit-napped kittens. Toes’ brother passed at age two from ‘lung worm.’ Toes has out lived the two kitties and two dogs I already had when she joined our family, as well as a kitty I adopted when it was 10 (her owners had to give her up due to a move - she lived to be 18). Now my sweet lovey dovey little kitty is what her Vet calls a geriatric cat. She takes medicine for blood pressure and glaucoma in one eye and she’s become so allergic to ordinary cat food so badly that when she manages to get into it she literally rubs her whiskers off due to the itch. She’s crafty too - she prefers regular food so every chance she gets she scoff her new little (not so little anymore really) brother’s crunchies and leaves her hypoallergenic crunchies untouched. Toes weighs 9 lbs.

And so now we have Scrapscallion … he came to us a a tiny 3 lb stray that our vet’s kids found lost on a cold rainy night. They nursed him through some upper respiratory distress and then after Toes last housemate passed away and I worried that she seemed very lonely and lethargic … Scrappy (or crappy depending on his behavior) ended up coming home with us. At 1st Toes did not like it at all, then over time she adapted. They cuddle together on my lap every evening now, though there are still squabbles over playing … he wants to play constantly - she likes it some but her stamina is waning…

Not so long ago the scruffy little scrapscallion pictured below could fit in the palm of my hand. He turned one year old in late march, and he really has grown into all that scruffy long hair…

He’s an exceptionally soft an silky little guy. Toes has very velvety fur, Scrap’s is more plush and silken.

Look how aloof he pretends to be … he was 9 months old when the above pic was taken…. He had grown to 12 lbs and now he’s 14lbs. Perfectly normal and healthy for his bone structure and probable Ragdoll mixed with local ferrel kitty heritage. Vet says he has the points (tail ears and one toe, plus the length, size, structure and amazing relaxed flexibility of a rag doll. His tail is the only remaining scruffy part of him & no amount of combing can make it look smooth… he doesn’t seem to mind, so I don’t either

Well now that he’s officially a late adolescent kitty, as you can see he’s into everything… and he plays knock everything off the shelf/table/counter pretty much daily. That top shelf he’s on is 10 feet off the floor. I used to have living house plants, some wood figures and standing books up there…. I had photos next to the TV on the lower shelf too, and the toy soldier on the shelf second from the top used to have two ears… (ok so the soldier’s hard to see -it’s between the monky puzzle tree I made in 96 [left] and the books [right]. The puff on the right (your view) is missing guess why…

Happy birthday to Mini toes & happy late birthday to Scrapscallion.

Here’s Toes tonight trying to lick my arm to make me give her scratchies … of course she got her scratchies and a lovely long body and belly rub too.

LOL! There ya go… an update on, my current housemates and source of my daily - maintain sanity - purr and cuddle therapy

;)

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