I guess I am way past due for a post. Fair warning to all of those that might read this, it may seem to be more like a venting section then an actual update. If this is going to bug you just stop reading now. There is nothing like laying it all out there to remind yourself that it could be worse and I have so much to be grateful for.
Keith is still deployed, so married single parenthood is in full swing. I have to say, not really a big fan. Hopefully he will be coming home the day before Easter, which really means that on Easter I will be saying that he will be home in a few days. I never count on the first date that the military gives us. I don’t think he has ever been able to come home on time before. There are always last minute changes.
School is, well school. I have officially reached burn out. I am so close to being done, but am having a really hard time giving a damn. To study has become like Japanese water torture. I love critical care, I find in fascinating that you can take a human body that is so mangled and with the help of a few machines and some IV drips, you can put them all back together again. It’s amazing and yet I am yet again dinking around on the internet instead of doing homework. Even now I am thinking of all the things I should be doing and just can’t find the will to care. I think that once I find out where my precept will be things will be different. Hopefully I will catch my second wind, because then I get to put all my knowledge into action and will find my confidence that I can be a great nurse or fail miserable on my face and become a hermit crab. We have a new dean of nursing and I think it will make all the difference for the program. She is great and it gives me hope for the fallowing nursing classes. I actually found myself not mumbling under my breath when someone asked me where I was going to school. Maybe my second wind is starting up slowly. It is so scary to think how close I am to being done. It’s exciting to think that soon I can walk in to a patient’s room and say, “hi, my name is Sadie and I will be your nurse today.” It is sad at the same time. I have grown so close to the other nursing students in my class. We have been through so much together and will miss them terribly. I actually considered picking up a second job just one day a week up at McKay Dee hospital just so I can see some of them every now and then. They really are a great group of people, and would gladly let anyone of them be my nurse if I were dying in a gutter, well with a few exceptions.
Cars. Oh the joy and pain that is cars. Keith and I have been throwing around the idea of getting a minivan. And well I decided I had had enough of cars breaking down on me while Keith was gone and went and bought me a new minivan, well new to me. It is a 2009 Toyota sienna. I love it, it’s so clean, and has all kinds of fun gadget, and the best of all the kids cannot reach each other anymore. It is perfect and it gives me giggles inside, well until the second day. I noticed that the brakes were making a weird noise so I took it back to the dealership to be checked. They took a quick glance and said that it was fine and that it was just the tire shine spray that had gotten on the brakes while it was getting detailed. They promised it was safe and sent me on my marry way. The sound got worse and worse, so it took it back. Later that day they said it was ready to be picked up and that they replaced the brakes and machined out the rotors. Tire shine spray my ass! I was grateful that they fixed the problem but was annoyed none the less. Then this morning while driving to school the check engine light comes on, the light for vehicle stability, and traction control all come on. So back to the dealership tomorrow we will go, high ho high ho. Some heads will be bitten off, high ho high ho. To own a van for two weeks and have to take it in three times to be fixed is not going over well with me.
Next lovely bit of fun. Anyone that knows me knows that not much in the ways of body functions bugs me. Vomit I am fine with, blood and guts it’s all good, but teeth and feet not so good. So this last week has been extra traumatizing to me because my upper left wisdom tooth broke off leaving a lovely exposed nerve. Oh the joy and the PAIN!!!!! It took about a week but I was able to get in to get my wisdom teeth taken out by a lovely man named Dr. Brain. No joke, Dr. Brain. He was awesome and let me go nightly night while he did the dirty work and ripped those puppies out. My dad was nice enough to watch the kids and pick me up when it was all over. Although I think he enjoyed watching me come out of anesthia, I get a bit goofy. Apparently I told the guy helping me into the wheelchair that my dad was coming to get me because my husband was a jerk and was on vacation without me. Once I could stand up on my own and feel my face again things were not so pleasant. They had to chunk out part of my lower left jaw and I felt like I had been kicked in the face by an angry garden gnome. Each day has gotten a bit better and better with the occasional set backs when I am stupid and overdo it. That is until yesterday. My lower left jaw has really been bugging me and I keep getting this gross taste in my mouth. So after some poking around, literally, I found a huge pocket of puss where my wisdom tooth used to be. Awesome. So today I have been packing it with gauzed soaked in everything I can think of to draw out the infection. Now remember I don’t do teeth!!! So to be pulling out puss soaked gauze is making me pray for death. Hopefully it will get better without having to do anything drastic. I have another dentist appointment later this week to see what the next step will be. Oh joy joy fun, everyday is like Christmas.
We are still staying with my parents for the majority of the week. It is easier on the kids so that I don’t have to wake them up in the middle of the night to go home to bed by the time I make it home from work and school. I sleep on the couch, Lily is on the air mattress next to me, and Sam is in the crib around the corner. It is so much fun… like camping every night.. I am losing my mind!!! But on the bright side, it is free babysitting, I am saving a ton on not having to heat my house, and I am reminded everyday why I moved out so young.
Birthdays. Sam will be two at 3:58 AM tomorrow. He is such a big boy, it makes me sad how fast he has grown up. Because he is young and won’t remember we have moved his birthday this year until after Keith gets home. So pictures will be coming soon.
Well that is about it for us here, sorry it was so long but I feel better getting it out of my head.
