OK.
Here I am four months later. Holidays are upon us. Thank goodness for the sling-shot into the next year.
Number one thing to remember the rest of your life in a hospital: If you have a cut on the tip of your dominant thumb, you will have a bad day. No amount of band-aids or tegaderm will be able to protect yourself from the burn of alcohol sanitizer in and out of each patient's room. Fact.
The only thing that can rival the pain from sanitizer is the SMELL of an inner city ER. Fact.
I promised updates from time to time, and here they are.
1. I've been enjoying my own adventure time outside the hospital. This provides much needed relief.
2. Training for half marathon in February. My friend made a good point in that training will bridge me to the newest episode of Walking Dead when it goes on hiatus next week.
3. Talking to myself, a whole lot. Also, going to Whole Foods and making the most immaculate salads possible. Spinach, strawberries, and a balsamic vinaigrette do wonders for your body.
4. Working. Seriously. Taking it minute by minute, day by day. Staircase by staircase. Working towards new skills, and brushing up on existing ones. I actually keep my Sills book in my work bag. Do yourself a favor and keep that book/reference handy for your boards. I do know they are coming up. Kettering tokens work wonders for the clin sims portion. PF ratio. Are you impressed? You should be, that's all I've got right now.
5. Three days until I turn twenty seven. I get heartburn even thinking about it. Also, a very real threat of age affecting my brain. Staying in the moment really helps with that. I find that being in the city really does allow me to be independent.
6. White girl whiskey wasted. Relates to post above. Pounds to twitter on birthday, except I don't tweet.
7. Saving up time off from work. 140 hrs as it stands.
8. "Me and God" The Avett Brothers/"What Sarah Said" Deathcab for Cutie. Songs I've listened way too much in the past few weeks. I really do believe that sometimes music is the best form of expression. Of course, at least for me.
9. Ballet + yoga will do amazing things for your gluts, that is, if you care.
So enough of lists.
I just wanted to talk a smidge about what makes up happiness. It seriously is what you make of it. The things that makes you giggle, smirk, or take a single second out of your hectic day to consider a positive moment in your existence. Some of the wisest people I've ever met, spoke of having great love within their families. I'll leave that to the breeders, for now.
I really can't believe over 4,000 people have read over my words. I just pray that my experience has helped push others in their efforts. Whether it be within respiratory, general craziness, or just to further your hatred for my whiny posts.
Thank you to all that have survived. If anything I have provided some what of comic/dumb/idiotic relief. Good night all.
