Instagram post

Last weekend, my sister helped me set up an instagram account. However, because I still am in the Stone Age and only have a flip phone, my computer won't let me add anything, follow new people, or let anyone follow me. 

This doesn't bother me too much because I can still follow Taylor Swift....

Back to the point. If I had a working Instagram, I would put up a post today that might make you all a little jealous- which would obviously be the point. I would be following the perfect example of a twenty-something girl who's trying to figure out life on her own. I ask you now to use your imaginations and picture this: 

*A picture of a cute mug filled with coffee with just the right amount of cream, a crockpot filled with deliciousness, my cute boots strategically in the picture, and probably an open Bible.* (I would probably move my crockpot to my cute table just for the aesthetically pleasing effect- even though that doesn't make any sense). Then my caption would be, "Love days like this. #Blessed #Ilovefall #Nofilter" 

Truth is, I don't really like fall. Truth is, I only wear my cute boots because they feel like warm hugs on my feet. Truth is, I make coffee everyday and I still can't get the perfect amount of cream. Truth is, I have no idea if the crockpot recipe will be delicious or if it will be a train wreck. Truth is, there's no filter because I don't really know how to use one. Truth is, I am blessed. :) 

Nursing story of the week. There was a patient that I admitted to the hospital and stayed there for about ten days. I had her for maybe four shifts. She was a tiny ninety-something woman. I loved her. She was one of those patients who needs that little extra love. I had the same quality of care, but I would sit by her bed and hold her hand for a minute each time I went into the room. I spoke gently to her and listened to her concerns. When she was about to be discharged, I went to say goodbye. She took my hand and told me she loved me. Worth it.