It has been a quiet Easter for the most part. I woke up early, but not early enough to catch the BF online. He had come and gone just a few minutes before I logged on. Which is always pretty painful. I don't know how much chance we'll have to talk once he gets to his true deployment area so I tend to be a bit over protective about my chances to talk to him now. But I am hopeful that I'll catch him online tonight.
I made it to Easter Mass in time to be the second banner bearer for the 1030 mass. I enjoy being an acolyte for the more part, however there are times like this morning which I would prefer to be able to just sit in the pews and enjoy our services. But, I enjoyed it anyway. And being a part of stripping the alter on Maundy Thursday was worth not being able to see the ceremony in its full glory. After Easter Mass was our traditional champagne social and the blessing of the garden.
I managed to finish shaving the dog today. It only took three weekends to get through the fluff. So, no more Princess Fluffy Britches. She is scraggly looking, but at least she's short haired again. I swear, no more high maintenance fur dogs. Of course, the next dog is probably going to be a greyhound. Short fur, quiet dogs are best, I think.
All day long I have been fighting off the blahs. Basically, I just really miss my boyfriend today. I think its mainly because of Easter. Easter is generally my favorite holiday of the year. I usually decorate, cook a huge meal, make Easter baskets for my friends, get an Easter tree up- basically just go all out. And this year, not only am I not with the man I love- I am also broke due to being in my final year of nursing school. So, the combination hasn't been great. I have tried to keep myself busy and distracted, which has worked to an extent. But every time I quiet down long enough to sit, its back. I just miss him. And I wish he were here. And there isn't anything I can do about it all the whinging, worrying or dwelling on it in the world can't make that change. So, I am just getting buy as best I can. Which isn't that poorly when it comes down to it.
Happy Easter.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
....And he's gone
Well, he left for the Middle East yesterday. He called right before stepping onto the plane and leaving me for almost seven months. Since it was Wednesday, I was in the middle of my community health clinic. I managed to put off the emotional fallout of having a boyfriend deploy because I needed to concentrate on school- however now that the clinical is over and the test today is over and done with all I can really think about is him. He's gone for almost seven months.
Not that I don't have a lot to do-
I need to finish my course work (two papers and four projects), get graduated, take the KAPLAN course, pass the NCLEX (which is going to cost me another two hundred dollars to take) and move to Abilene. Yep. Abilene. The song may state that its the "prettiest town that I've ever seen", by which I can only assume that the writer of said ballad was, in fact, blind. But he's there and there's that. I would probably get more money staying here, but there isn't much to be done about it at the moment.
So, tomorrow I start my workouts again. I no longer have hugely pressing projects and I am starting to feel a bit better. So it is definitely time for me to grace the inside of my gym again. Perhaps working out tomorrow morning will help my allergies and keep me awake for the four hour acute class tomorrow from 0800 to 1200. What were they thinking having a four hour class? No one pays attention to anything for four hours! They don't even make movies four hours long because by the end everyone is just hoping that the characters meet an unexpected accident or alien abduction because their butts are numb from the theater seats!
I am looking forward to having the end of my nursing school in sight. Its been a long haul for me- emotionally, physically and mentally. I am so glad that I have gone through it, but I don't know that anyone could pay me to go through it again. I am sick to death of nursing instructors and am slightly afraid that all nurses will be as insane and unreasonable as they are- though I suspect that this will not hold true. Or perhaps I just hope that this will not hold true. Otherwise the only logical explanation is that they put crack in the coffee at the hospital. But so far my clinicals have gone well and I have enjoyed working with many of the nurses on staff. So I am hoping that I will continue this trend.
Not that I don't have a lot to do-
I need to finish my course work (two papers and four projects), get graduated, take the KAPLAN course, pass the NCLEX (which is going to cost me another two hundred dollars to take) and move to Abilene. Yep. Abilene. The song may state that its the "prettiest town that I've ever seen", by which I can only assume that the writer of said ballad was, in fact, blind. But he's there and there's that. I would probably get more money staying here, but there isn't much to be done about it at the moment.
So, tomorrow I start my workouts again. I no longer have hugely pressing projects and I am starting to feel a bit better. So it is definitely time for me to grace the inside of my gym again. Perhaps working out tomorrow morning will help my allergies and keep me awake for the four hour acute class tomorrow from 0800 to 1200. What were they thinking having a four hour class? No one pays attention to anything for four hours! They don't even make movies four hours long because by the end everyone is just hoping that the characters meet an unexpected accident or alien abduction because their butts are numb from the theater seats!
I am looking forward to having the end of my nursing school in sight. Its been a long haul for me- emotionally, physically and mentally. I am so glad that I have gone through it, but I don't know that anyone could pay me to go through it again. I am sick to death of nursing instructors and am slightly afraid that all nurses will be as insane and unreasonable as they are- though I suspect that this will not hold true. Or perhaps I just hope that this will not hold true. Otherwise the only logical explanation is that they put crack in the coffee at the hospital. But so far my clinicals have gone well and I have enjoyed working with many of the nurses on staff. So I am hoping that I will continue this trend.
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