Panedi
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Message Posted: May 11, 2013 8:28:25 AM
Thanks, I will try that.
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Message Posted: May 2, 2013 8:43:46 AM
Most places use medical assistants for phlebotomist. You might try the plasma centers. They work with a tough crowd so the turn over is more common.
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Message Posted: Apr 27, 2013 9:32:22 PM
I finished school for Phlebotomy recently, got certified, but cannot find a job because most places require 2 years or more of experience. How do you get that when you just got out of school? I am still looking for a job. Luckly I am working. Just wanted to change my career real quick.
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Message Posted: Mar 3, 2012 11:00:24 AM
Do your homework, do research on the job, the related tasks, environment, the upward mobility potential, what it could lead to..... yada yada yada. Any job that you LOVE will not be a job but a life. Take great care in sliding into a niche.
Best of luck.
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Message Posted: Jan 24, 2012 10:59:28 PM
After you build up some experience, apply for a position at the local blood bank. IMHO, that's the best place to work as you're working with healthy volunteers (although some of them may REALLY be scared...).
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Message Posted: Dec 12, 2011 2:52:52 PM
a wintry road, a sudden light
a pounding heart, too quick for fright.
In the mists the headlights glow
a swerve, a skid in swirling snow
his heart a-race, a life is saved
disaster dodged his luck be praised!
invisible hands hold him safe and tight,
an angel rides with him tonight
The ground is cold and the night is dark
her ears are tuned toward angry barks
she scratches at each door, timid, alone
seeking shelter among hearts of stone.
beyond all hope, a door opens wide!
Food and love are found inside.
Cold and dark replaced by warmth and light.
the kitten sleeps with angels tonight
The phone call rings cross lonely miles
his voice is rough from endless trials.
An answer comes, slumbering from a desk
her brain is occupied by dreams of rest.
His questions, his stories stir her to waking
his plight moves her heart to breaking.
Across the miles they reach together
Troubles shared, the storm they'll weather.
A stranger's hand, extended in love
inspiration from the sky above.The heating bills have soared this year
So little pay for Christmas Cheer.
Her little ones don't understand
their mothers's fears, her ruined plans.
They wait for a Santa who will not come.
A knock at the door as night's nearly done
Footsteps and giggling, pattering on the stoop
The worried mother gives a suspicious look
out on the porch, a gaily wrapped box stands
she peeks, finds oranges from an angels hand.
the spacer - freighter captain
both supernatural angels and solidangel feathers on the wind
blessings of the angelkin
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Message Posted: Nov 11, 2011 3:28:07 PM
If I reached into a mirror, could I crack the world
or would it crack me?
Reality is dreaming
every thing a relation
to something else, but
what is at the core?
Upon what guide does it all hang
upon what center does it stand?
Is that point within a mind?
Those who really think they know
are nearly as insane
as those who know nothing
and gibber in the road.
If I reached into the mirror, would I crack the world
inside of me, and leave the outside the same?
Or would everything that is known just rearrange
into a new reality?
And then, would I remember what had gone before?
What if it happened again and again and again
ripples in a pond
infinity, and beyond
a breath
in time
indrawn
and blown
would the universe fracture into shards
or re-form
too deep for remembering
again?
Gritty cogs
blackening oil
laboring neath the darkling gloom
as insects caught in wax
twisted children
drowning hopes
candles guttering
and then snuffed out
one by one in chains of fate
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Message Posted: Sep 6, 2011 5:05:48 PM
What I meant to say was, thanks for the tip.
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Message Posted: Sep 6, 2011 2:38:57 PM
Thanks for the advice about the brace.(random notes) night flight
tales of the sky elves (what to tell?)
roh will be king, talking to tharanduil about rulership
I bent forward to reach the water and winced slightly as I handed it to the tall Elven lord.
"Lord Rohvannyc... you did not tell me you were still wounded. We have healers. Shall I bring one?" Tharanduil's pupils were dilated as he
looked at me.
"In truth, I hadn't noticed." I probed lightly. "I had other wounds, including rather a bad one to my wing. I suppose this one slipped my
notice." I remembered the blow now. An orc had swung at me with his spear during a low pass. The blade had glanced off my belt and struck
my abdomen, barely more than a scratch. Now it was growing inflamed however. "It'll heal, in time."
Tharanduil's lips pressed together. "You must be cautious. Orc-blades are frequently coated with poison, or the juice of noxious plants, or
dirt at the very least. The wound may be festering. I should look at it." He paused a moment. "If only so that nothing mars that fine
skin of yours."
My breath caught. So it hadn't been my imagination. I smiled slightly, giving him a half-bow. "Indeed, my lord. There are things we need
to discuss, and I do not want any ears to hear them but yours."
He nodded, slowly, and we talked of inconsequential things as we finished our meal. There were minstres and dancers, all fair and skilled,
but my eyes kept returning to the fair Tharanduil. I reached for Rashanah's mind one final time.
**Are you quite sure that this is all right with you, my love?** Tenderness filled me as I touched her thoughts.
**Quite sure.** Her sending was firm, resolute. **There are certain things that I can no longer do for you. Go and enjoy and return when
you can. I'll be fine here... I have lessons to teach as well, after all.** With it, she sent the image of the grave Elvish lady whom she
meant to teach them to. **There is one who needs to be reminded that life is worth living.**
I parted from her with gratitude and the promise of return. One thing I've always loved about my wife is her endless compassion and her
bottomless heart. Now the night's pleasures could continue with no hint of guilt or concern.
I followed the Lord of Mirkwood to his chambers once dinner was finally over. I expected him to take me to an office or reading room but
instead he went directly to his chambers.
He went over to a cabinet and began taking out small vials, measuring powders and herbs, mixing them in a mortar. "Please lie down," he said
smilingly. "Also it would be helpful if you removed your tunic." I obeyed him, then spread my wings and lay down on the bed, keeping myself
light so as not to crush the bones too much. My wingtips would brush the walls if I didn't slightly furl them. He poured the powder into a
bowl and added water from a crystal decanter. Taking a cloth, he came toward the bed.
"That is badly inflamed," he said, looking at my wound.
Something else was inflamed too but my trousers hid it well. His frank, admiring gaze stirred me further but I held my peace.
"This will hurt," he murmured. "I am sorry." At my nod, he dipped his cloth into the bowl and began to bathe the wound. The liquid foamed
and stung. His fingers moved with infinite gentleness as he cleaned the reddened weal.
I gasped once, then remained as still as I could. My feathers twitched, out at my wingtips, and my back arched a little against my will.
The pain was bright and sharp at first and then the burning eased. I watched him rinse the cloth several times in clear water than begin
again. This time the pain faded to an ache and then disappeared altogether. There was a tingling at the place as I felt the flesh seal
itself, the skin grow together. He dried me, then I felt a soft touch as his long, tapered fingers trailed over the site. I looked down,
and there was only the faintest silver line remaining where moments before there had been a red, angry wound. His breath quickened and his
eyes looked deep and luminous as he gazed into mine again.
"I believe that you had other matters to speak of, my dear Lord of the Sky," he murmured softly. His hand hadn't left my abdomen.
I felt my muscles bunch and ripple under his hand, the tension growing inside me. My breath caught. "FIrst, I think we should tend to one
other matter." I raised up, ruffling my wings into a better position. I reached out to stroke his silken hair, my eyes asking.
He said not a word, just let out a longing sigh and covered my hand with his.
I closed my eyes as his warm fingers roamed all over my chest and shoulders, exploring the new textures, touching my beard, feeling the
contrast between feathers and skin. I trembled as he probed the sensitive skin near my wing roots. I squirmed and my back arched when he
trailed his lips down my chest, that silken main tickling exquisitely. I began to pant as he teased down to my navel.
"Not... just... yet... my fair Elven King," I gasped, and got up off the bed. I put my arms around him and teased the tender skin of his
neck with my lips, doing a little tickling of my own. I guided him onto the bed and did a little exploring of my own, exposing his smooth,
pale-golden skin. I shrouded him like a hawk as I began my work. My secret goal was to make this somber Lord howl.healers...
night flight
tales of the sky elves (what to tell?)
roh will be king, talking to tharanduil about rulership
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Message Posted: Sep 3, 2011 5:40:17 PM
Have one of those wrist braces to prevent carpal tunnel. My wife had that problem because of the repetitive motion in the wrist area drawing blood from patients.
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Message Posted: Aug 19, 2011 3:22:10 PM
elements for tyllehnah:
roses, thorns symbolizing difficulties, the winding vine of time, fertile ground/poor. also weather imagery. storms, squalls, sun, sea stuff. It's all garden, weeds, and seas. bird imagery too.
ancient queens- the first one, who naryth used to be, and then a couple others, like the lifeshaper and the last queen of the venhallyns and then the last queen. Make up some more to keep her
guessing. Maybe a poem called "the garden of time?"
queens grow old and seas grow cold
and death we never can doubt
time's old vine coiling from the past
it guides the aeons blessed or blast,
but Mysteries guide the trowel
for the seed has been planted
fed, and watered well...
tides won't drive us back upon the sand.Prophecy - when the world is in darkness a king shall come. 5 thousand years shall pass and the rule of evil shall end. The circle shall come awake and the deep ones shall choose their
champion. a kingly line shall be reborn anew. a seed far-flung shall take root. The Flame of Arrakhal shall be rekindled, a Child shall return to the Copper Sea. The horn shall be blown once
again. It is said that the first ruler of the world shall have two spirits, one who is man and woman and rises on wings of the desert eagle. No one knows what that part of the prophecy really
means but everybody repeats it. This is the Blood Tide that began with Rasha and Vanek, guarded and taught by Sa'aryth, and a child of their line was Vanek the First. Rohvannyc originally
meant "son of vanek" or "child of Vanyc." There should be a person named Vannyn at some point, a great queen. That line of kings and queens ruled all the way to the Second Age, and the
world was nearly united when they cast away all kings and got the Council instead.
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Message Posted: Aug 17, 2011 3:04:48 PM
Prophecy - when the world is in darkness a king shall come. 5 thousand years shall pass and the rule of evil shall end. The circle shall come awake and the deep ones shall choose their
champion. a kingly line shall be reborn anew. a seed far-flung shall take root. The Flame of Arrakhal shall be rekindled, a Child shall return to the Copper Sea. The horn shall be blown once
again. It is said that the first ruler of the world shall have two spirits, one who is man and woman and rises on wings of the desert eagle. No one knows what that part of the prophecy really
means but everybody repeats it. This is the Blood Tide that began with Rasha and Vanek, guarded and taught by Sa'aryth, and a child of their line was Vanek the First. Rohvannyc originally
meant "son of vanek" or "child of Vanyc." There should be a person named Vannyn at some point, a great queen. That line of kings and queens ruled all the way to the Second Age, and the
world was nearly united when they cast away all kings and got the Council instead.
The Council is a less efficent form of government however, and thus served the Adversary's ends most admirably. Eventually guess-who shall take the throne. Elements: The Heart of
Arrakhal, the Flame of the Desert, the Horn of Return.
When white-haired Elders' wisdom fails
Confusion reigns across the land.
And when the People, in darkness flail
Await the One the Flame shall brand.
After a time of war and strife
there shall be a time to rise.
Indolance weakens, hunger shall gripe
The throats of millions, for freedom, shall cry.
Out of the Copper sea the Flame shall fly
A Winged Eagle, against the Tide
Blood quickens, once slow, now wise
A world, and Stars, shine in it's eyes.The chains of slavery begin to shift
as heart of the hungry stir to life,
The horn shall sound across the cliffs
and the Flame at last shall find a wife.
The wind blows hot and changes all
and whips the shifting sands
The Heart beats, and sends the call
"All return to Sacred lands!"
For behold, the Stones shall rise again
As Day has risen from the night
And music shall sound within the sands
and the Flame shall blaze alight.
The Flame returning sets torches burning
Kingly hands are healing hands
When with ancient seasons turning
Spirits kindle through the lands.
The Council lies in mire, but see not
That their unity is broken even as they plot.
Asleep, the council, sundered, knows it not
But a heart aflame shall burn out the rot.
They'll not be true, they'll not stand
Until the song of the sands awakens the land
Ancient tombs, long closed shall be opened.
The Heart aflame shall heal, once broken,
THe King-maker, once lost, shall be found,
and the Horn of Homecoming once again shall sound.
One from distant lands shall come
a foreigner who bears a heart of stone.
The stone that beats just like a heart
who sees from outside how they're torn apart.
The tomb once opened shall yield the crown
as one returned, he'll climb the Mount.
The sleeping council now shall wake
their secret thirst for blood to slake.
Light-crowned, the One is found.
He will see justice be unbound.
The chaff from the grain no longer divided
the fate of the world will soon be decided.
From ancient cliffs the price is paid,
of hidden sins, as an offering laid
Dark-wrapped Elders fall like rain,
a rain of Blood to cleanse the stain.
Only the just and wise remain,
save One, who must not be named.
Wake, wake! The sun must rise!
calls the Eagle, crowned with fire.
A Dragon, roaring, still seeks the night!
And battle-born the sun shines bright!
See Council Mesa with head in clouds
And the Flame, Eagle-winged, high o'er the crowd!
Hark, hark, the clash is near
Do not give yourselves to fear.
Sword and talon war o'er city walls.
A Storm, a Flame, the Dragon falls.
Dragon and Eagle clash and rend
To endless Dark the Eagle sends.
Then base treachery, as One
who seeks the darkness, and is stung
By Light, Light unbearable!
Her plots and lies, her goal most terrible!
So by churning thrashing throng
base victory of weak o'er strong.
The Eagle felled, his fate denied,
the Dragon Triumphs one last time.
Darkness reins. And then we see
A people struggling to be free
They call their King, the Flame reborn
though their cries will call the storm.
But Rising, like the Sun again,
the Desert and the People's friend
he takes the Sword, rekindles Flame,
frees all Arrakhal from her shame.
Now darkness brings the rain-washed land
life-force surging in the sands
Stones tremble, Underliers rise
as they sing their joy unto the skies.
The lightning strikes, the thunder crashes
The rain upon the desert lashes!
The ground, it trembles with the call.
And new life returns to Arrakhal.
Kingly hands are hands that heal
A kingly heart is one that feels.
And even death shall lose it's sting,
when at last the Flame is King."eagle" is from an ancient word that can also be synonymous with "divine spirit." Kind of like "dove."
Need a horrible fate to befall The Flame at the end of the poem.
as well as various vague prophecies such as 'the blinded shall see, the halt shall be made free'
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Message Posted: May 21, 2011 2:53:17 AM
A little more info: I'm looking for the best way to learn the trade, the best people to ask, horror stories about the trade, success stories too, and just any general hints or tips anyone may have.
If you choose to answer, you have my gratitude.
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