Since Australia, which you can read about as I slowly and ponderously wax on about here, I have been fighting hard, and more or less successfully, to keep nursing school from eating me (I heard a rumor it eats its young if they don't run fast enough. I think it's not a rumor).
My first week back on this continent was grey and lonely. Ate TimTams, cried, tried to get the sand out of my hair. Jetlag and insomnia moved in.
My second week back, my favorite Dutch person came for a visit. Among other shenanigans: we went out for beer and hotwings, out for sushi and beer and VooDoo Doughnuts and we read children's books in Powell's, we went hiking, drank beer and jumped off a waterfall, drank beer and went to Fashion's Night Out downtown, went to Florence for beer and sandboarding on the dunes... figured out the theme yet?
...not sleeping! Wooooooooo!
My third week was the continuation of my descent into apathy, but my mom came to visit. She was in the Philippines while I was in Australia, so it was the first time I'd seen her since early July. Pilots soccer game in the pouring rain. <3
It is now the middle of my fourth week. A little resentful of class, nervous about the first med/surg test coming up, mostly bored at clinical. I think this is because I prefer floor nursing. Anyway. One two-hour class and then I am officially one-quarter of my way through this semester. Small favors.
If I can the stress level down and my time out-of-doors up, I can totally do this thing. 10 more months.
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that's what she said.