Posts Tagged ‘birthday’

well, i feel better at least.

3 October 2008

I talked with my boss again today. It wasn’t necessarily productive, but I said what I’ve been trying to say for about a month, which is that I will be a nurse and that I’m doing this CMT thing to be the best nurse that I can possibly be. And apparently, that’s all I needed. I felt WONDERFUL after that, despite the fact that I was still ridiculously behind. I left work about half an hour late, but it’s all good.

In other news, I’m taking this anatomy class, right?  In it we must dissect at cat. On Wednesday my lab group members wanted to name our female cat, so i suggested Bob. After Bob Marley, of course. This was immediately rejected because “you can’t name a girl cat Bob.” Whatev. So, then the other girl was like “maybe marley?” which was DENIED because the third had a real life cat named Marley, and it still wasn’t girly enough, so I suggested Nesta, which was accepted! Yay! and then I explained that it was Nesta as in Robert Nesta Marley, which was apparently new information. As in she didn’t realize we were still naming the cat after Bob.

So, in summary, the first half of yesterday was fantastic and the second half of today was fantastic and if you forget about that middle “day” ish thing, then yeah, I’ve had a pretty great birthdayish thing.


WOW! today didn’t suck!

30 September 2008

That really is suprise in the title. I got up about an hour later than my alarm was set for, but I wasn’t late to class. I totally sported the ‘chemo’ look today, turbaned up, yo.

The miracle was work though. I was done when I was supposed to be done, I got my lunch break and I wasn’t running around crazy like a mad woman. It was GLORIOUS!

Tomorrow is my birthday, a quarter of a century. I’m superexcited about that. I’m not sure why, though because I know I’m not going to be doing anything special. I keep thinking about where I was a year ago, in ETHIOPIA. Running around with a westerner I met in Yemen, looking at churches, christians, muslims, seeing women’s faces, heads covered, heads uncovered, ICONS! and all that jazz. Searching for White Russians, amazing food … I’m getting the wanderlust. And yet, it’s not in a bad way. It’s kind of in this “I haven’t always been here and I’m not always going to be here” way, and so, it’s good.