The Married Life

Okay. So I know it has been two days of being married. But here is what is on my mind. We have been married for two days, and it has not hit me yet that we are married. I mean nothing feels different. Except I sport around a new ring, wedding stress is gone, and Brant is not so sad about his family. But I feel no different.

In other news.

Brant and I have new jobs. At Siverado. We fill out paper wok on the 27th. Hopefully Brant will sart sooner than me, but I will have to wait until the Jan. 2nd. He might wait until the first of the year so he doesn't have to file taxes for 3 days of work.

I really love this facility. Since I started working at the Special Care Unit (SCU) at St. Joseph's, I have fallen in love with dementia patients. I love it. I love them. Sometimes Long Term Care (LTC) is frusterating, but I am rarely frusteredated in SCU. And when I am it is at staff or something in my personal life. I just have nothing but love for my resident's. Even the more aggitated ones. I know what they are going through, even if they do not realize it. And I cannot help but love them. Well Siverado is all Alztimer's/Dementia patients. And they are a really clean and nice facitity. The staff all seem nice. They try to keep the place home like and keep the medical more in the back ground. They have pet therapy. They have activites from 8 in the morning to 8 at night. Their philosophy is something like the more they engage resident's in activites the happier they are, the less aggressive they are, the less likely their condition will worsen, the less pyschotropic drugs (psychotropic drugs are drugs that an altering effect on perception, emotion, or behavior) will be needed. And you know what. It works. They have the lowest rate of any other facitlity in the state for the use of psychotropic drugs. They have had residents come in on hospice and in the later stages of dementia who have after a few months come off of hospice and a few more months actually end up showing less sign os dementia. You can tell they put thought into the residents' lives. They made the facility into a circle so that their residents would never run into a dead end. They encourage their resident's to go outside, instead of sitting and watching TV.

After getting to know my residents in SCU where I am now, after growing close to them and loving them, Silverado is what I would want for them. I know it is massively expensive, and not everyone can afford it. But I would prefer it. For the record, I think St. Joseph Villa is a wonderful facility, and a great place for anyone. But if it is my grandma or my parents that needed an assisted living community and suffered dementia, Silverado is where I would want to bing them.

Also since my love of SCU and dementia patients grew, I have been placed less in SCU and more in LTC. And it is really sad. So the entire Silverado facillity is a giant SCU. I like that no matter where the place me to work, I have a strong feeling I will love it.

Photo's Of Our Apartment.

I bought the sea foam green book case from Sherm.
This shot was taken from the front door.

This is our living room area.

This door leads to the balcony.

This is the new couch Brant and I bought from Habitat for Humanity.
It was $7.50
It is a pull out, so guest have a place to sleep!

This is the first half of our kitchen. Our oven is tiny.

This is the second half. Brant was making us sandwhiches.
Turns out we have just enough cabinet space.

This is our bathroom.

Across the hall is our vanity space.

This is the first shot of the bedroom.
I love the lamp, we bought a second and put it in the living room.

This is our bed. It is unmade. But huge and comfy.

The foot of the bed.

Standing in front of the window in the room looking to the front door.
You can see a shoe rack. We bought one.

Marriage, and all that fun stuff.

So, I am getting married. You may have guessed it. To Brant.

I've gotten a lot of feedback about this. The majority of people who matter to me a being really supportive. Though there are a few people think I am too young, too immature, too whatever.... And it is really getting to me. Yes, I am young, but I am far from immature. I am 20 and living on my own. I am taking care of myself. I have good credit. And while I am still trying to figure out things like medical bills, I am supporting not only myself, but Brant as well. I am not scared to work two jobs, or pick up shifts. I understand that you have to work hard. And I am fairly responsible. In the ten months I have been on my own I have learned that I cannot just drop cash. And I have learned how to only buy what I can afford and what I need.

I mean, yeah we have been together less than a year. We will be getting married on the seven month mark. But if a girl isn't sure about marrying a guy after the first six months, chances are she will never be sure. And we have been talking about marriage, kids, pets, education, and career plans since two to three months in. We have been preparing for it for months. It all just came faster than we planned. But at the end of the day, I am ready for this, and I know Brant is more ready for marriage than he was a mission. And everyone was so supportive of him going on the mission field.

While weddings can be stressful between the cost, invites, vows, and everything else, I am really excited. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with Brant. He is amazing, and honestly I do not see my future without him. I do not know how I am so sure. But I know. And I knew the minute I realized I do not want to spend another day without him. And isn't that what it is all about at the end of it all? I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I want him there when I am laughing and crying.

I love coming home to him in out new apartment and telling him about my day. I love sharing the good and bad. I love that he tells me about his day. Even the small details I could live without.  He is what makes waking up in the morning wonderful. He hums me to sleep at night. We talk all the time about everything. I console him when he cries about the things in his life that make him sad. And I am more than happy he chose me to be the one who wipes away his tears. The woman he kisses every night before bed.

No matter what happens, I know Brant will be there for me, with me.  He was there for me when I was sick and had no idea why. He was at the hospital with me when I had to go in to emergency surgery. He has taken me to a psych unit when I needed the extra help. And thought I needed to be put back on medications (for the record, the doctor did not think I needed medication). I know he can handle what life will throw at us. And I know that I can go him for anything.

I guess what bothers me most is the fact that the people who support me are the people who know the most about Brant and me, our relationship. And the ones who are not so supportive are the ones who really do not know the half of it.

But this is the time to be joyous. I am in love. And I am getting married in 3 days. And at the end of it. I am so god damn happy.