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.

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.

Normal People Wear Pants

I don't understand Ms. Gaga, why you are unable to put on pants in the morning. I understand you are a busy lady, as am I, but I always manage to put on pants.

Unlike my dearest sister and my gay boyfriend*, I am not a fan. I do however respect the fact that you are unique and have your own style, I just wish that style included pants.

*not to be confused with my THE boyfriend