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Get A Life by Loretta LaRoche

Every other magazine I pick up has an article in it on how to increase the amount, quality, or intensity of your sex life. If the amount of information is comparable to the amount of sex people are engaging in, then emergency rooms across the nation must have standing room only.

I’m particularly fascinated by the statistics—-or, more important, how they’re compiled. I have never had anyone stop at my door and ask me how many times a week I have sex. Yet it appears that someone is doing that.

How else do they know that 5000 individuals around the country were found to have sex twice a week, 3000 do it once a week, 1,000 have it once every nine days, and 500 never do?

My question is : Who cares?

What used to be considered an intimate and private part of life is becoming as ordinary as advertisements on a box of Wheaties. We’re assaulted with commercials that tell us we need to be hot, hot, hot! That used to mean you needed a cool drink and a fan. Now if you’re hot, you’re sizzling, oozing with sexuality.

The criteria usually includes huge lips—the bigger the better—and breasts that are lifted and drawn together in special bras left over from one of Madonna’s world tours.

Another must is sexy hair, which means it should be wild and having a resemblance to a Hawks nest. You’re supposed to look like you just got out of bed after a night of sexual gymnastics. When I get out of bed my hair is flat, and I usually have on a flannel night gown and knee socks.

There are also a myriad of books that are geared to helping you recapture whatever you might have had going for you in the sex department in the early days of your relationship. It’s not uncommon to see titles like “How to Increase the Love Life You Used to Have Before You Lost it?!” This facet of life is often based on one partners needs or perceptions of what used to go on.. You might have tried reading a portion of a chapter to your mate only to find that they fall asleep to it as if it were a lullaby.

Most of these tomes leave out a fundamental ingredient, which is a sense of humor. I wonder if laughing together about most things in life is perhaps one of the sexiest things you can do. Life is supposed to be fun and that includes sex.

Loretta LaRoche writes the Get A Life Column for the Patriot Ledger.

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Get a Life by Loretta LaRoche

As a mother of three young children, I would often read magazines when I had a few minutes to myself. I got relief from some of my parenting paranoia, by reading stories of other mothers in the same situations. I loved the recipes, and the tips on makeup and clothing. Not that I had time to look like a “fashinista” , but it was fun to see what was possible.

There were also occasional romantic short stories. The kind that alluded to titillating assignations but never went much further than “he removed her earring”. I loved imagining the rest.

Well, times have changed and so has some of the content of the magazines. While waiting in the doctors’ office the other day I picked up an issue of one of my old favorites. The name was the same, but the content was a far cry from what I was used to.

Oh it had some of the usual but the lead story was about sex. Now I am far from a prude, but it seems that as a nation sex advice is big business. This article was touted as being “The best sex advice ever”.

I thought “Okay, I’m game!” Who knows? Maybe they’ve come up with some amazing criteria that is life altering!

The first suggestion had me practically yelling “DUH” in the waiting room.

Are you ready for this one?

“Clean your bedroom. Get rid of all clutter, clean off your bed of any animal hair, replace family photos with some of just the two of you, play soft music and light some candles, but not too close to flammable objects”.

Please! If this advice is supposed to bring you to the heights of passion then my mother could have subbed for Dr. Ruth. She must have said “clean your room” everyday of the week.

Gee, I thought we should get it on surrounded by piles of junk, and have a portrait of our parents staring at us while we were oohing and aahing.

And I love to have candles that are close to my nightgowns! Just in case whoever I’m with can’t ignite my fire.

Included in this pathetic plethora of suggestions was the idea of making sure you had some sexy lingerie. How novel!

I think she should have suggested that the men go out and buy some sexy nightwear. Let them deal with trying to look alluring in a tiny Teddy that can make you look like a sausage with legs.

Ultimately, sex should be fun, spontaneous and delicious. When it becomes something that we have to do from a list, we might as well go food shopping.

Loretta LaRoche writes the Get A Life Column for the Patriot Ledger.

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The No Nonsense Nurse

 When my mom was admitted for triple bypass heart surgery, I never imagined that she would experience a sex scandal during her stay.

She was in the Cardiac ICU immediately following her surgery. It was a single room. Our family enjoyed coming to visit her in that setting. After a week, she was moved to a shared room. I called to see how she was getting along with her new roommate. “Is she nice?” I asked.

“No.”

“No?”

“She won’t say a word to me and her husband’s acting rude,” Mom said. I could hear their television blasting in the background. “I’ll tell you more later.”

Later that night, around 2:30 a.m., Mom awoke to the nurse shouting, “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t do that.” Mom was confused. The room was dark. She realized that the couple in the room were in bed together, and they weren’t sleeping. The distance between the beds was less than four feet. Only a curtain separated them.

“You have to leave the room right now,” the nurse continued. “I don’t care where you go––the waiting room, the lounge––but you’re not staying here.” The man mumbled that they had asked for a private room, as if that justified his actions.

The nurse shamed him. “How would you feel if this was your wife lying here and a couple were carrying on in the next bed?” He admitted he wouldn’t like it. Reluctantly, he left.

An hour later, Mom awoke to the nurse’s voice again, telling the roommate that they had found a private room. Several staff entered with flashlights and gathered her belongings onto a cart. It took three trips. At last, they wheeled the roommate out of the room.

The next day, the nurse asked Mom, “Do you remember me? I was only here for four hours.”

“I remember,” Mom said with a chuckle.

The nurse smiled with a gleam in her eye, as if to let her know that she was the one who took care of business.

by Jeff Funk

Jeff Funk is a freelance writer who lives in Auburn, Indiana. Visit his website at http://www.JeffFunk.com

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