....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.