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.

Time Out

I'm sleepy and my uterus is trying to kill me again. Will catch up later.

Bit of a Scare

So blog, I realize I have been avoiding you again. My apologies. I am here to avoid shenanigans being called by my lovely cousin KV.

I've had rough start this week.

Sunday night, I am casually laying in bed with the BF while avoiding a looming care plan that was due in T minus 10 hours. I am not sure how, I probably had some sort of itch, but I somehow noticed a lump conveniently located between my arm pit and my side boob(see: Lindsay Lohan) . Needless to say I had a bit of a freak out that mostly consisted of a lot of “what the eff is that?!”. The BF began the googling and I referred to my nursing book in search of something that did have the word cancer in it. All of or sources pointed to go to the doctor. Being that it was Sunday night I would have to wait until the morning to call and make an appointment, not my best night sleep to say the least. I had clinicals bright and early Monday morning and after only a few hours of actual sleep I was not in the greatest of moods, it didn't help that I somehow ended up working on the cancer floor that day (damn you universe and your sick since of humor).

I (unsuccessfully) did everything I could to keep my mind off my new bump. I took care of patients. I helped lift of 610 pound man off the floor. I even went and tried to save lives by giving blood, also unsuccessfully, apparently they didn't want my kind (or I just didn't have enough iron).

Well, my appointment was this morning and it turns out I just have some sort of cyst. They wrote me a prescription for antibiotics and called it a day. Thank God.

After my appointment I decided to take myself on an impromptu shopping trip. I found deal after deal. Here is the run down. I came home with 3 tanks, 1 tee, 1 dress (with pickets!), 1 pair of workout pants, 2 workout tops and a blazer. Grand totally (insert da da da da here) $52.00. Effint awesome! Now my and my bump have some new threads to sport and I am not broke. Maybe this week is looking up.