Mad Scribblings From the Life of a Middle-Aged New Nurse
It's the thing I don't talk about. Almost all day spent in bed. That's the reason there's no weight update; I'm waiting until I go back to work this week and have a reason to be upright before I begin monitoring my diet progress. I'm sure my weight has gone up; how could it not?... Continue Reading →
I went for my second interview with a local medical practice and received my first job offer since leaving Grey Sloan. It was an eye opener. They offered me a measly $22 an hour, and my health benefits don't start for 90 days. I guess I should be grateful, but it's shocking. Twenty-two bucks? That's... Continue Reading →
In 2009, I had quit my career as a designer to strike out on my own. I had spent the previous 23+ years working for the government Initech and somehow, addicted to opioids, thought I could beat it and sustain myself with the random freelance job while living off my savings and 401K. I was... Continue Reading →
Between ex-boyfriends and passionate escapades, I had a lively fantasy life in my past. I was sexually adventurous. I was up for anything. I didn't worry that I'd be alone forever. There was always someone to turn my head. I didn't worry about it, to be honest, it just happened. I felt as if I... Continue Reading →
For the vast majority of my life, words have been my refuge. When the seas get stormy, I will write. I create. I use words to communicate joy, fear, apprehension, humor, and life in general. I have written papers, essays -- and while I've never authored a book, I have written fairly regularly in blog... Continue Reading →
Maybe it's a lack of sleep. Maybe it's the warmer weather. But lately, I've been considering the loss of heroes during this time when we really need some. (This post is gonna get political; sorry!) It's getting warm up here in the Northeast. FINALLY. After a really weird spring where we had snow on Mother's... Continue Reading →
I am so damn tired. All the color has drained out of my life, and I feel like a shadow of whatever the hell I used to be. I enjoy nothing least of all medicine. The only thing I look forward to every day is going home and sleeping. I used to love medicine. The... Continue Reading →
I have reached the mid-point in my penultimate semester of Nursing School. I failed Exam 2, but only by 0.45 points. I still have time to recover from that bad grade. Somehow, I'm comfortable with failure. WHY? It feels as if all the color has drained from my life. I just keep my head above... Continue Reading →
My summation of my first week of school: I loathe this (mostly). I have become super cranky this week and have come to the conclusion that I'm way too old for this bullshit. I hate everybody and everything. And I really need a nap. In the good news department, by-and-large, I like my two teachers.... Continue Reading →
Women love shoes. That's the stereotype. Strappy sandals, kitten heels, cute flats, penny loafers. Girls and their shoes, right? I've always theorized that the reason so many women love shoes is it's an item of clothing that doesn't change much if your weight goes up or down. If you gain 20 pounds, you can always... Continue Reading →
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