What to write, what to write... I haven't updated since April. Sheesh. I suck.
Lots has happened, that's one of the reasons I haven't updated in a while. Too much drama. It's more than enough to go through it; I'd rather not have to rehash it here. You know? I just try to get through it and ignore what doesn't pertain to me. Not the nicest strategy, but when the mere mention of someone makes you want to throw up, or hurt yourself, you do what you can.
It's much better now. When certain people unexpectedly pop up, there's still the stomach jumps and immediate anger and such, but it's a lot better than it was.
My new coping mechanism is to cut all ties. I learned that one from Boxx. :) It's working well. I am going out more, being social, doing great with work, looking into nurse practitioner programs so I can be a pseudo-doctor and make almost-doctor big bucks. :)
The one person who stuck with me through this whole shitfest moved last month. I was quite sad. She moved to Washington state. I have tossed around the idea of moving out there. She wants me to. They treat their nurses so well. And it's a beautiful area. I am young. I am not married, no children. I should travel, should move around. It would be good for me. But then there's the part of me that's a total chickenshit, so we'll see. I'll probably stay in the area until I rot and work at Cuyuna until I retire or die at work. heh.
Nights are still going pretty well. I love the night shift. I am completely and utterly platonically in love with just about every gal on the night shift. :) We all get along great. It makes me actually look forward to going to work. Trying to have a life when I have to sleep all day is getting better. Gotta love sleeping pills. And I really don't need that much sleep, surprisingly. I worked a full shift, got off, met up with a friend, we went down to Valley Fair together, had a blast, got back, dropped him off, and went to work again. And it wasn't that awful. I was tired, of course, but not nearly as bad as I expected. We were busy, which helped. Nothing like 20 patients and several laboring moms to keep you hoppin. :)
The weight thing isn't going as well as it was, but I'm still not as likely to be confused with a wandering overfed cow was I was previously. It was going stellar until I got PMS super bad and figured the only surefire cure was chocolate. haha. Then I got bronchitis and figured I couldn't starve my body of much-needed sweets and salty crap while it was sick! That would be cruel! It's been a week or so since I've been better, so I should probably get back on track eh? Yeah. Considering a patient told me he could predict the sex of my child. Fricker. Good thing he was mildly retarded or I woulda kicked him, fresh surgical or no.
Well, it's time to go munch on some low-cal pretzels with hummus. Tasty eh?
