Satan's babies, the kidney stones on both sides of my body, made themselves known last week, and that is how I ended up here on my friend's couch, instead of on the beach, packing.
Yesterday I went in for surgery so I could rid myself of them once and for all before heading off to school. Though it was a surprise that I was going to need surgery in the last two weeks before my move, somehow the schedule would have worked out if everything had gone according to plan.
But it didn't.
In the middle of my operation, when my surgeon was going to blast one of the suckers with his laser beam -- the machine refused to operate! I was brought out of surgery, only half done with the procedure and told he'd have to go back in when a new machine was found.
Today I am recovering on the couch from surgery #1 and dreading #2, which will happen next Tuesday. Morale is low and my moving plans are shot all to hell considering the schedule didn't have much play in it. When I can concentrate further, I'll be working on Plan B for getting myself to Pittsburgh on time in order to become a nurse.
Life sure does take a turn sometimes. The bright side being, this is one more experience that will give me greater insight and compassion when I begin taking care of patients.
All I can say folks is...Drink Your Water!!
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Last Call
Have started thinking about everything in terms of "lasts." Last 4th of July on the beach. Last time I might see that friend. Was that the last time I'm going to see my nieces and nephews? They had better not grow for the 22 months I'll be gone. Will this be the last time I get a My Pie at Katie Downs Pizza?
I'm having a strange sort of paralysis. I have less than four weeks to execute a to-do list that, when I look it over, makes me want to go back to bed. All I really want to do is wrap on a sarong, sit on my deck slathered in spf 42, and listen to the waves. I am trying to figure out how to bottle the scent of home: salty brine, cocoa butter tanning lotion, evergreens and wood smoke.
I have diagnosed myself with Premature Homesickness.
The calendar is certainly filling up. Lunches, coffees, dinners with friends. I feel like a rock band on a farewell tour! I'll have to squeeze in the packing and organizing in between these events. It doesn't help that I'm jetting off to the east coast on Monday. A quick trip to New York to see a friend, then down to Pittsburgh to attend a pre-registration thing. I'm pretty excited to get a preview of what will become my life for the next 2 years.
I dug my way through a pile of paperwork for the school yesterday. I am gratified to know how closely they look at anyone who wants to work in healthcare. Can't just swan in. They want to know if you are a felon. Or a druggie. Today I need to head to the police station to submit my prints for an FBI background check.
Great. Now I'll never be able to go on the lam!
Other than the necessary action items to make sure I actually qualify to do nursing school, I'm not really thinking much about my upcoming east coast life. I figure I'll have about 3000 miles to go over all of that in my trek across the fruited plain.
I'm going to soak up the sun and the fellowship with friends first.
I'm having a strange sort of paralysis. I have less than four weeks to execute a to-do list that, when I look it over, makes me want to go back to bed. All I really want to do is wrap on a sarong, sit on my deck slathered in spf 42, and listen to the waves. I am trying to figure out how to bottle the scent of home: salty brine, cocoa butter tanning lotion, evergreens and wood smoke.
I have diagnosed myself with Premature Homesickness.
The calendar is certainly filling up. Lunches, coffees, dinners with friends. I feel like a rock band on a farewell tour! I'll have to squeeze in the packing and organizing in between these events. It doesn't help that I'm jetting off to the east coast on Monday. A quick trip to New York to see a friend, then down to Pittsburgh to attend a pre-registration thing. I'm pretty excited to get a preview of what will become my life for the next 2 years.
I dug my way through a pile of paperwork for the school yesterday. I am gratified to know how closely they look at anyone who wants to work in healthcare. Can't just swan in. They want to know if you are a felon. Or a druggie. Today I need to head to the police station to submit my prints for an FBI background check.
Great. Now I'll never be able to go on the lam!
Other than the necessary action items to make sure I actually qualify to do nursing school, I'm not really thinking much about my upcoming east coast life. I figure I'll have about 3000 miles to go over all of that in my trek across the fruited plain.
I'm going to soak up the sun and the fellowship with friends first.
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