it started with a 12 page paper. done.
it will continue with two more papers that are part of two major projects, a quiz, two exams (not yet adequately studied for exams, i might add), a 12 hour clinical, a clinical prep meeting, and a bone marrow donation drive a JHH ((anyone want to get on the donor list? meet me in the corridor at JHH on wed afternoon). Also there’s a Danielson show, which, I’m pretty confident at this point i’m skipping out on, due to the fact that i’m really really tired just thinking about wednesday, and also, i’m pretty sure no one is coming with me.
this morning, bombs were exploding in my apartment… (ie. $*%$-bombs) yes, those kind ((embarrassment)), along with other obscene statements about how i hate nursing school a lot , and how i hate research class even more, and how i’m QUITTING! (all of this while angrily shoving books into my backpack, and even more angrily- zipping it up)
lies. i tell you. mostly lies. ((i’m not quitting, but i do hate research class))
but anyway…
then, it was tar on the upholstery of a really nice chair. not my chair, never mind my tarry skinny jeans.
i had to leave the owner of that chair, what resembled a ransom note (with very poor spelling, i might add… “tarr” “upulstery”- i wish i were kidding) where i apologetically explained why, when he came home, he would find baking soda on his chair. i googled it…i have no idea if it will really work…
i’ll let you know.
thankfully, so so so so thankfully it will end. soon.
yes, the nice thing about hell week; well there are two nice things..and they are:
one; getting through hell week, makes you feel slightly invincible. after it’s over, you have what is referred to as “grandiose ideations” ((love using the nursing school jargon…makes me feel like i’m getting my monies worth), because you’re pretty sure that somehow you are truly, truly, part superhero.
second; it ends. real life is not a continuous hell week, and breathing, and eating, and sleeping all feel soooooooooo much better compared to my current existence.
so… hell week will end when i rise at 4-something AM on friday morning to go to an airport, to board a plane, to forget nursing school for a week, to sleep, and to wake up again to the beautiful faces of my sweet friends and a gorgeous gorgeous little snow pea named jaida who i love to pieces.
i can’t wait. three more days to go.
keep me in your thoughts!
seriously, f-bombs do not suit me well.
the view from here 