Adar Scrub Top Review

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Uniformed Scrubs asked me to review a medical scrub top from Adar Uniforms.

I ordered a size medium (quick arrival, via UPS) that came in black.  The first thing that I noticed was the quality of the fabric.  The feel is one of crispness, like fresh cotton sheets.  This Adar scrub top is 65% polyester and 35% cotton.  Washing is simple, with the directions stating to machine wash in warm water, and tumble dry low, no bleach.  The weave is tight, yet breathable.  For a polyester base, it feels more like cotton.  This is one of those scrub tops that stays looking new, despite repeated washing.  

Scrubs must be durable and easy to take care of.  Repeat--easy care.  Anyone in the medical profession knows how important that is at the end of a busy day.  I will never forget one of my nursing instructors relating to us in class that each day she got home from her shift in the ER, she stripped down in the garage, tossed her scrubs in to the wash and immediately took a shower.  That has always stuck in my mind as she was getting across to us the plethora of bacterial transfer that occurs when working in direct patient care, and teaching us that each patient we come into contact with, lab coat or not, may transfer bacteria not only to our skin (ergo the constant hand washing) but also to our uniforms.  Unless there is protective wear over nurses scrubs, this seems inevitable.  

The fit is roomy, a refreshing change to the trend of tighter scrubs that are so popular.  I know nurses who were never interested in the body-conscious designs.  These are not overweight people.  Everyone has a personal comfort factor, knowing what works best for them and the specific job being performed.  We all have an overall preference towards a certain fabric, a favorite fit, and color.

I have a slender build, and the width of this particular style is a bit too large for my frame.  I would wear this top however; I have others that are of the looser style, and they are very comfortable.  A couple of the tighter scrubs I have feel a bit too tight and restrictive.  It’s all about personal comfort in our profession.  An uncomfortable nurse makes for an unhappy nurse.

This scrub top style also considers function of the job being done.  What nurse is not completely lost without a pen?  (Oh the arguments I've seen over lost/stolen pens)  Within the top left pocket is a separate stitched pocket for pens, penlights, etc.  One of those small but much needed and appreciated features.

For my readers, here is a deal for 15% off from Uniformed Scrubs!   Use the coupon code ‘trueblue’.  This is good through July 31, 2013.

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Gentle Hugs....

*Adar Uniform's slogan

Missing Mr. Small

I completely forgot today was Fathers Day.

No longer needing to remind my son to call his dad on this day and his birthday, no longer having my dad around to say things to, this becomes just another day.  Mothers Day is a bit different (my mom died 5 years before my dad) because I have my precious and only child, my son, who always makes Mothers Day something special.

Each time there is a special day that many people celebrate, I am reminded over and over just how fortunate those are that have their loved ones here with them.  I lived in Taiwan in the 80's, and both my parents (who were divorced) and I stayed as close as when I was in the U.S.  We made it happen.  No computers, texting, no instant anything.  Long-distance (expensive) phone calls from land lines, and snail mail was it.  Taiwan is 15 hours ahead of California, calling was challenging and had to be prearranged to work for each side of the world.

I felt like the most fortunate daughter in the world when my dad called and told me that he was coming over to Taipei for business.  He worked for Ford Aerospace his entire life as a contract administrator, overseeing billion dollar defense contracts with U.S. allies.  (I was the only fourth grader I knew that brought a reel to reel film of a tank shooting ballistic missiles for show and tell).

(Photo credit: Lif...)

I was busy studying Mandarin Chinese and working as a model in Taiwan and Hong Kong when my dad came over, along with some other Ford employees, and took great delight in telling me about going to a local department store.  They were all going up the escalator and one of his coworkers said something about 'the pretty American girl in the poster'.

My dad looked over and said, "That's my daughter", and when

he was telling me this, the gleam in his amazing green eyes was bright.  That was in 1986. I had my son that year in Taiwan.  He sure loved his 'Papa Web'.  

In 1995, I was a Hospice nurse by profession and a full-time nursing student when I took care of my father when he was put on Hospice.  He had colon cancer (as his mother did) that had metastasized to his liver.

I was given the amazing gift of taking care of both my mother and my father during their last days here.  Once, after gently wrapping my dad's swollen, weeping legs, I leaned over and said, "you're the best patient I've ever had", and my dad responded in a soft whisper, "you're the best nurse I've ever had honey".

These words I will treasure forever.

Inscribed on the granite stone with a bodysurfer on a wave, remembering my champion athlete dad, my younger brothers and I chose: Our Friend, Our Father.

Miss you Dad.      


Gentle Hugs....(and give your father some on this day.... if it is possible)