Don’t have the energy or even proper state of mind to elaborate. But I will say this—
Today will go down in the history as the day I quit nursing school. Officially a Liberal Arts major. Fucking most insane day of my life.
I’ve got a hunch that my statistics class may just end up being my easiest course this semester. Which is surprising, really…considering my poor math skills. My instructor seems pretty laid back and he has a neat accent (which I cannot yet pinpoint) which makes his lecture a lot easier to listen to. I am killing time here, so bear with my redundancy. I’d really love to know when my school refund check is coming in the mail considering I’ve got a 3,000 dollar credit card to pay off. In addition to my normal bills, I am really itching for a small GPS system for my car and a new desktop computer. Kyle is against the purchase of both but I am trying to convince him of my legitimate needs for both items. The GPS would help me stop having anxiety attacks while driving, and the computer–well, mine is just about dead. I think it has computer AIDS. I am a walking electronic nightmare. I kill computers and cell phones all the time. It’s just what I do. I kill things. Mice, cell phones, cars, laptops, t.v. remotes, vacuum cleaners…
Off to my last class of the day.
So my ANA blood test came back negative. This makes it highly unlikely that I have lupus. Great–but also not so great. Basically just means that I remain a big physical/mental illness mystery. Whatever, today is a good day and I feel fairly positive. We got out of our 6 hour lecture early today which was just fabulous. Kyle left for Toronto this morning to play in a basketball tournament with a bunch of Lithuanians (yeah, I have no idea) so I am lonely and the usual amount of bored. I keep throwing around the idea of another tattoo, and Natalie (classmate) said she would go with me. I’m so tempted, but can’t decide if I want to commit or not. It’s either shopping, gym membership or tattoo this weekend. Logically, the tattoo would probably be the most bang for my buck right? I don’t know if I am quite due for another one yet. My ribcage experience provided me with enough tattoo pain to last a good 5 years or so.
Anyone want to come drink champagne with me tonight? Seriously, kids. I need to acquire some friends. My social life is severely lacking.
It’s really unfortunate that I don’t have any friends. What a waste of an absolutely lovely afternoon. I really want to go to the zoo but nobody will go with me, and the two people I text messaged haven’t responded 
If I can get my lazy butt off this couch, I may go take a walk in the park or something. I get so stir crazy when I have nothing to do. Although I know that I should be cherishing these boring moments, because on Monday I will be back in the classroom/hospital for hours on end. Kyle said I could go look at furniture for our new apartment, but I hate doing that sort of thing alone because the sales sharks come out and try to hustle me. It’s just like going to get an oil change–they suck you in, and won’t let you out alive unless you are thoroughly convinced that you need that new air filter. Or in this case, ottoman.
I have been spending hours and hours and HOURS editing and adding to my riding instructor’s website. It’s getting a little compulsive. I need to take a smoke break or something. Too bad I don’t smoke.
So this morning, APPARENTLY…I deserved a verbal ass kicking, IN FRONT of patients, because the linens on the bed I made had two wrinkles, at the corners. This professor, who has NO idea what is going on, in any area of her/our lives, is making my entire clinical group’s first experience on the floor a complete and living hell. I have been up for about 15 hours straight, and so glad to be home. Tomorrow should be awesome, I have to be up bright and early (again) for a quiz, a lecture, a pharmacology test (yet to be studied), and then a lovely evening of shitty-quality nursing homework. Because apparently, I am just a peon in the world of health care, and a complete failure because I allow my linens to become wrinkled, and spend time actually trying to do a little research on my patient before I enter his room.
Guess what I’m doing all night long?
I was doing so well.
Until dinner, and then east coast custard…which turned into a total custard binge session.
I can already visualize this week’s weigh-in. It will look something like this:
1. katelyn steps on scale
2. scale shows gain of 2 pounds
3. katelyn rips out hair
4. another week of FAILURE.
At least the custard was damn, damn good. I didn’t lose it over night, so I shouldn’t gain it overnight. That’s what they say. On the bright side, Kyle treat me to a size 2 (read it again, size 2) pair of curvy jeans from the Gap outlet. I am not much of a Gap girl, but I can’t pass up a pair of well fitting jeans.
Anyways. I had a very therapeutic ride this morning, on Vinny…my most coveted horse. It was a nice little mental break, before tomorrows massive homework marathon. I hate that I hold things off. It’s strange really, since I am so anal retentive about being on time, sticking to my schedules, etc etc. Yet, I still manage to hold off important tasks until the last minute. But i always manage to pull something out of my ass. And it usually isn’t half bad.
I should put this on all future job resumes:
*works very well under pressure at expense of sanity*
Last night, although largely uneventful, was exactly what I needed after this hellish week. I sat in my minuscule apartment with my goofy man, and we enjoyed one another. I was starting to forget what it felt like to have a doting companion because we have both been so busy with our hectic lives. (Well, I would hardly call his life hectic, but I will give him the benefit of the doubt). However, he surprised me last night with the desire to “cuddle”…a term most specimens of the male race detest.
Because I never sleep, I took the opportunity this morning to skip my African History lecture and marinate under my covers. Minus the terrible sinus pressure, it was a lovely way to begin my day. If only the sun would come out, and I could open the door to our balcony.
I have absolutely no bankage, but I am having a hard time resisting the urge to shop this morning. Err…afternoon. Why sit here on my day off, when I can continue to exhaust more resources I don’t have? Beachwood mall…mmmmmm.
Maury Povich, I love you.
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