Better Blogger Day Dos

Last night at work was a living nightmare. I won’t get into details because let’s face the facts; it’s not fun to hear about for someone who wasn’t there. Let’s just say it was busy, very very busy.

I don’t know if I will ever get use to working the night shift. To be honest I am on the fence, I love the people that work night shift (anyone who have ever worked in a hospital knows the entire feeling changed with shift change), it is more laid back and everyone is more than willing to help each other (as apposed to self righteous bitches that tend to work days*). On the other hand, I don’t like sleeping all day when everyone else is living like a normal person. I have come to terms with the fact that this will be my life for the next few years, at least.

Speaking of not use to the night shift (how do we feel about that transition?) I slept like shit today. I got home around 7:40, after I decided I didn’t have the energy to make the trek to the BF’s house, and went right to bed. I woke up around noon, not nearly enough sleep considering I didn’t take any kind of nap-a-roo** before work. Went I realized I wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep a mist the loud brother and barking dogs*** I got up a decided I was going to make my lazy ass go to the gym.

I am on a health kick again (still out of fear of becoming a TLC special). I must say, with all the up and downs (and downs again) I didn’t to too horrible last year. I am 30 pounds lighter and definitely feel a lot better. I think what kills me though is I know I could have done better. I have been trying new workouts to spice things up if you will. One of these said workouts requires running on the treadmill. I don’t run, especially at the gym, due to the fact that my boobs hit me in the face and I get the looks from people who look the cast of The Jersey Shore , no know likes being that girl. I drummed up all the courage I could today though and went for it. It wasn’t horrible, not good, but not horrible. I am a little proud of myself. Now if I could only stay away from the M&M’s sitting on the desk at work, shoot.


*there are of course exceptions to this.
** Nap
*** have I mentioned lately how much I HATE living at home?

I Suck at Life (or blogging mostly.)

So, I officially suck at blogging. I have come to terms with it. Really I think it is all the pressure that gets me. I mean, let's face the facts people. I come from a funny family. Anyone who knows us thinks we should be on a sitcom (it's true, we should). This is very much evident, in the blogging community via my lovely cousin and my witty sister (and my witty sister again. ). This sets the bar pretty high people. My pretty lil’ blog (more like sad lil’ blog) just doesn’t seem up to par.

Well, I am not throwing in the towel yet. So to my 2 (maybe 3 readers) stay tuned. One of my new year’s resolutions: to blog more. It’s January 2, shit, I’m all ready behind.

Adventures at The Wal

With an clear end in sight to this madness known as nursing school, I have found my self with every little time to do anything but study (I tried not studying for a while and now I am pretty sure my teacher thinks I am a complete ‘tard who should never be a nurse, oopsy.) I did however somehow find time to go to Wal-Mart to pick up some much needed groceries. We all know that I am not a fan of The Wal (see blogs past), but their prices are significantly lower and I am broke therefore I braved the store filled with babies with no shoes.

Everything was fine at first (by fine I clearly mean disgusting) I got my items and high tailed it to the checkout. I got into the shortest line, or what I thought was the shortest line, until I saw the two carts filled with who know what in front of me. I quickly moved over to the next cashier and prepared my items neatly on the counter. The cashier, who can only be described as the poor man’s B-Spears post head shaving, decided we were going to be friends:

Poor Man’s B-Spears: How’s it going today?
Ready to get the Hell out of Wal-Mart Nikki: Not to bad.
PMBS: I have to go to Walgreens after this
RtgtHooWN: umm ok (I tried to the casual look away, no luck)
PMBS: I have to get an antibiotic
RtgtHooWN: blank stare
PMBS: isn’t it weird how doctors say weird things
RtgtHooWN: umm, I guess so.
PMBS: you know like, Bacterial Vaginosis .
RtgtHooWN: confused stare
PMBS: it’s a yeast infection, why can’t they just call it that.
RtgtHooWN: appalled stare
PMBS: it doesn’t itch though, aren’t they suppose to itch?
RtgtHooWN: I don’t know.

Ok, now I am pretty sure I wasn’t wearing my “I’m in the medical field” name tag, nor was a buying anything even remotely related the vaginal area, therefore, NOTHING about that conversation was ok! I am so glad I just bough food from this dirty bitch who is dirty down south. I proceeded home to wash everything I had just purchased, cereal included. Did I mention how much I hate The Wal.

See You Next Month Then. . .

So, as well all can see, I have been some sort of lame ass blogger as of late. My apologies (again). Let's just call it a loss for the month of November (it was not that interesting, I swear). See you in December. Have a happy Thanksgiving. Eat lots.

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Tucson was a blast*, but a bit to short for my taste. This week however was very productive. I hit the gym pretty hard Monday and Tuesday, which might explain the sing in my legs everything time I sand up, or sit down, or move. People have started to notice that I am dropping weight though, which I’m not going to lie, has been nice. I can’t tell a whole lot of difference, so I finally decided to hop on a scale today and I am down 20 pounds from when I started (woohoo!).

My life just seems to be at a bit of a standstill right now. I am just really ready to be done with school I think and move of to whatever is going to come next. Sorry to my readers (who I’m sure are dwindling as we speak) that entries have been an utter bore as of late. I’ll work on it.


*by blast I mean a little strange and awkward at times, but I finally got to see that baby! And spend some much need quality time with my cousins.

Still Dying . . .

I am completely and utterly pooped (see previous entry). I managed to get though finals only to have to start a new (and final) semester 2 days later. I also managed to loose my school BFF in the process (she didn’t make out as well as we hoped). I just feel tired and alone. I think my brain in legitimately full; I am having a hard time absorbing any new information. I am in desperate need of a break. Tucson will do the trick I think.

I am toying with the idea of trying and get this weekend off so I can go down with my lovely sister to see the Fam., if not I am definitely going to make a trip early next week, the school Gods threw me a bone and gave me Monday and Tuesday off. But for now, I have to go back to hitting the books, this better be wroth it in the end.

Hold up, one more little matter I have to address: Blog Retraction. . .

The BF informed me that “light years” is a measure of distance, not time. He was kind enough however to wait until I was done with finals to inform me that I am sci-fi retarded. It is much appreciated and was probably the safer route . . . good move. Therefore I am now changing me statement from

“I just have to keep telling myself that it will all be over soon, but truth be told, at this point March seems like it is light years* away.”

To:

“I just have to keep telling myself that it will all be over soon, but truth be told, at this point March seems like eons away.”

Sufficient?

I Think I'm Dying

School is eating my life away. I always knew nursing school would be tough, but I don’t think I knew it would make me such an emotional wreck. The closer I get to graduating the more freaked out I am that I am going to kill someone when I actually have to take care of a patient by myself. My usual break downs have gone from taking place once every few months (usually to coincide with my uterus trying to kill me) to a weekly basis.

It is also getting harder and harder to juggle everything. Sadly between school and work I feel like everyone else in my life are taking a back seat. I hardly see my family and when I do I feel like I am so tired that my attitude just come off as “grumpy bitch”, I apologize guys it really isn’t you. One of my favorite cousins just hard a baby and I am dying to see them, yet have no idea when that will be possible. My best friend is going through a horrendous break up that seems to get worse and worse on a daily basis. I am trying so hard to be there for her, but I just feel like I am falling short. I don’t even remember what the BF looks like.

I just have to keep telling myself that it will all be over soon, but truth be told, at this point March seems like it is light years* away.

* I’ll have to ask the BF if that is the correct use of the term “light years”, if I ever see him again.