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SUMMER :)

Good evening :)

FINALLY! 
finals were here, happy thoughts,experiences and bad moments that we  experience  in this semester is the new story for our lives. In this semester i would like to thank Mr. Orosa for giving us the opportunity to be his students and to be our lecturer, he gave us the best way to teach us in the new subject curriculum and always updating us for the PDA's that used in nursing field. NI subject a new subject for the new curriculum student is a great opportunity to explore and have a plenty of knowledge about what nursing informatics is all about. And it is the best way of experiencing what usually nursing informatics is all about.
Thanks and God Bless..
Good luck always Mr. Gary Orosa ...

Water's run dry

Wait
Don’t wait for the water
Wait
Don’t wait for the water


We don’t even talk anymore
And we don’t even know what we argue about
Don’t even say I love you no more
’cause saying how we feel is no longer allowed
Some people will work things out
And some just don’t know how to change



Let’s don’t wait till the water runs dry
We might watch our whole lives pass us by
Let’s don’t wait till the water runs dry
We’ll make the biggest mistake of our lives
Don’t do it baby


Now they can see the tears in our eyes
But we deny the pain that lies deep in our hearts
Well maybe that’s a pain we can’t hide
’cause everybody knows that we’re both torn apart
Why do we hurt each other
Why do we push love away




Don’t do it baby
Don’t do it baby
Wait
Watch
Don’t wait for the water
Wait
Don’t wait


Some people will work things out
And some just don’t know how to change




Wait
Don’t do it baby
Wait
Don’t do it baby
Wait
Watch
Wait
No, no baby
We might watch our whole lives, yeah
Don’t wait for the water 

Good evening :)

Im here alone in a corner of a building,thinking of what will be happen on our night, my mind is tearing appart cause i had a two problem tonight, first on our duty cause i really want to have an experience of being a scrub nirse cause i only do the part of circulating nurse. Second is my heart cause my darling get mad at me cause i replyid late to his messages, but it's ok with me cause i know he only needs to get some rest.



I hope and pray my night would be better and ky morning would be much more happenes thatn the other day:)


Good day..

happy thoughts :)

Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this?" or "Why did God have to do this to me?"  Here is a wonderful explanation!

A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she's failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away. Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter says, "Absolutely Mom, I love your cake."

"Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers. 

"Yuck" says her daughter. 

"How about a couple raw eggs?"

"Gross, Mom!" 

"Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?"

"Mom, those are all yucky!"

To which the mother replies: "Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake!

God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful!

LOVE

Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way,
she did what she could to help her 3 year old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby was going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his little sister in Mommy's tummy. He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her. The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek
United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee. In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute. But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long struggle,
Michael's little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition.

With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St.Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee.

The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatric specialist regretfully had to tell the
parents, "There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst."

Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot.  They had fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby - but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral.

Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister.

"I want to sing to her," he kept saying. Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over.

Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in the Intensive Care. Karen made up her mind, though. She would take Michael whether they liked it or not! If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive.

She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU.

He looked like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed "Get that kid out of here now! NO children are allowed!" The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm 
line."He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!"

Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. After a moment, he began to sing. In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old Michael sang: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray."

Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. Her pulse rate began to calm down and become steady. "Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes. "You never know, dear, how much I love you.  Please don't take my sunshine away."

As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr. "Keep on singing, sweetheart!!"

"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my hands..." Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.

"Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered the face of the head nurse and Karen glowed. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my sunshine away...."

The next, day...the very next day...the little girl was well enough to go home! "Women's Day Magazine" called it "The Miracle of a Brother's Song." The medical staff just called it a miracle Karen called it a miracle of God's love!

Never give up on the people you love. Love is so Incredibly powerful.