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Next step


My class had our Transitions meeting today, and it gave me a lot to think about. If I stay in Baltimore it’s highly unlikely that I’ll get the kind of placement I want (L&D, pediatrics, ED, or psych (I might get psych actually, but it’s my fourth choice)). If I apply to do Transitions in St. Louis I’ll be at a pediatric hospital, but it’ll be in Missouri over the summer (Baltimore summers are bad, but Missouri is a whole other level), and I won’t know anyone, and will have to find a place to live for seven weeks, and someone to take over my place in Baltimore (I can’t afford to pay rent on two places at once). My sister and brother are in Missouri and so I might get to see them, but they’d be two hours away, and I won’t have a car. There’s also a site in Cape Cod, but that doesn’t feel like a realistic option because it’ll be ruinously expensive to find a place during the height of tourist season (as much as I’d love to be on the beach, it just doesn’t feel like a responsible choice). So it’s down to Baltimore or St. Louis. Fortunately, I have a couple of weeks to think it over and weigh the pros and cons.

I’m utterly beat. It’s only Monday, and I have a big couple of weeks, so there isn’t any time for tiredness, but Mondays are long days, and I have a headache. My clinical instructor didn’t post our assignments until almost 5:00 today, so I missed my weight-lifting class, and by the time I got back to Charles Village it was prime gym time, and I didn’t see the point in going all the way up to campus to stand around hoping a treadmill eventually opens up. I’ll go tomorrow though- I have a new system, with stickers and a calendar on the fridge, so hopefully that will be motivating. It’s so tempting to ignore my work and read, or watch Little Mosque on the Prairie, but I need to be more responsible than that. Instead, I’m going to take a shower, and then finish my diabetes powerpoint, and then go to bed. My clinical is doing a simulation with the med school tomorrow, so I need to be well-rested (that doesn’t make a ton of sense, since I’ll just be pretending to work with a patient, instead of actually helping real sick people, but I’ll be representing my clinical group, so I want to do a good job).

I didn’t get to see the Oscars last night, but I watched a few highlights, and now I really really want to see some movies. I can’t believe I didn’t see Les Mis when it was in theaters.


Long day


I’m beat. I was at clinical from 7-3, and then went to the gym, the grocery store, and a postpartum visit with one of my moms (I didn’t get to see her though, since she already had the maximum number of visitors, and family outranks doula, so I’m going back tomorrow). I’m pretty happy about all the stuff that I accomplished though (even if I wasn’t planning on grocery shopping this week. At least now I have apples! And almonds!), so it’s a good kind of tiredness.

In other news, I’m thinking of joining a rugby team this spring. A girl in my clinical group plays, and it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a few months now, and today it sort of just clicked. I’d like to be on a team again, and I miss rugby. It’s an adult recreational league, so it wouldn’t be a huge commitment, just a couple of nights a week, and I think I might really like it. If it doesn’t work out then I can quit, but I’d like to at least try- I was on sports teams throughout my academic career, and I managed to find a balance between work and play.



So Close!


I was having such a good, productive day, but it all unraveled in an instant. I didn’t do any work yesterday- I went to the farmer’s market, and got a haircut, and tried out a neat little hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant with my friend Maria, and then went and played board games at a bar with Scott and Emily. Munchkin kind of sucks, but Ticket to Ride is super fun (it’s like Settlers of Catan, but better, because it’s all about trains), and Scrabble is always fun, even though Emily and Scott slaughtered me. They beat me in every game actually- Scott won every time, and I was always third. That’s ok though, because it was still fun, and there were lots of cute nerdy guys with beards. I didn’t talk to any of them (even though there was a really handsome gingery one), but maybe next time (I’ll be all “Want to play Bananagrams?” and it’ll be awesome)! After games we went back to Emily and Scott’s place and had soup, and then I went home and to bed because I had had a full day of fun (and was slightly drunk, so not about to do homework).

Today got off to a better start- I got up early and did some homework, and then spent the day studying for my peds final with Sam and Emily. We were actually productive (and still managed to have a nice talk about Feelings- we usually get a little sidetracked with that stuff, which is one of the reasons I love my study group so much), and then I went to Spinning. I was totally kicking butt, but then I went to the grocery store and jumped the tracks. First of all, Safeway is terrible. They didn’t have celery, or cayenne pepper, or okra, and because I was there in the evening, it was a zoo. I waited on line for a good thirty minutes, and then when it was my turn, I opened my wallet and realized I didn’t have my debit card. So that stunk. I didn’t even have that many things, but I only had $10 on me, so I just walked away. I’ll go back tomorrow, and it’ll be fine, but I was very put out by the whole thing, and ended up stopping at CVS to buy Ramen noodles and a Reeses egg for dinner (my first Reeses egg of the season. It was super great (though not enough to turn my mood around), and I immediately wanted another). Now I’m working on homework and watching TV (even though I know I shouldn’t do both at the same time). This week is going to be nuts, but I’m also kind of excited. There will be contra dancing, and Vagina Monologues (it’s my first time going- it always struck me as dreadful-looking, but Emily is in it, so I’m sucking it up and going), and my last day of pediatric clinical, and probably some kind of Mardi Gras festivities (even if it’s just me eating meuniere sauce on rice in my apartment). Busy weeks are good.

Just a quick one


It’s been such a lovely weekend, but it’s late, and I’m tired, so I’ll keep this short.

I started my day out slowly, reading the New York Times online while eating cereal in bed.


(Trader Joe’s High Fiber Cereal with milk and blackberries.)

After breakfast I went to Mass, and then ran to the gym where I did sprint intervals on the treadmill, rowed a bit, and then biked. Despite how that sounds, I’m really quite out of shape, but it felt good to get sweaty at least, and the gym was lovely and empty because it’s intersession.

I was starving after my workout, so I came home and looked into the fridge, but nothing appealed. What I really wanted was a hamburger, and so as a special treat I went out to the Charles Village Pub and got one. I had never been there before, so I didn’t know burgers don’t come with fries, which was slightly disappointing, but I enjoyed the heck out of my burger.


I ordered the smallest size (they come in 5, 8, and 13 oz), and it was just right. I was actually slightly too full, since I also had a beer, but it was a very nice lunch/dinner. The Ravens were playing, so the restaurant was packed with football fans, and it was fun to watch a bit of the game. I don’t care about football, but I do enjoy being around people who are having fun, and the Ravens played well, so the atmosphere was happy and excited.

Full up with burger and beer, I came home and had a long nap while listening to This American Life. When I woke up, I did some homework until the Facebook posts about Downton Abbey compelled me to watch it myself, and that brings me up to date. Now I’m off to bed, after having a very, very pleasant weekend.

More than an inadequate brain


I’m beat. School is grinding me down, I’m always at least a little tired, and usually verging on exhausted. I keep agreeing to things I don’t really want to do (I’m spending all of Saturday in a study group. 10:00-6:00. And in order to get anything done during that time I need to spend tomorrow night outlining and studying, and listening to online class lectures. I have to study in preparation for studying. And then I’m doing another study group on Sunday. This is my life), and I haven’t been contra dancing in two weeks because I’m always tired and the idea of going out the night before my 5:00 am wake-up call is too depressing. I’m not unhappy, which I think is important to point out, because while I’m very, very tired, I’m also proud of myself for sticking with this (tuition is already paid, but this program takes a lot of emotional commitment), and I love my friends, even when they’re pressuring me to agree to spending my entire weekend inside with our noses in books. I love nursing. That doesn’t change the fact that I want to run away from home sometimes.

I haven’t been working out really, and it finally caught up with me tonight. I was supposed to go to an event with a friend, but getting dressed was miserable because I didn’t like the way I looked in anything. Scrubs are pretty forgiving, but this was a real-person event, and I wanted to look nice, but that just wasn’t happening. I tried on and took off a million combinations before settling on a blah outfit that wasn’t particularly flattering, but was acceptable because it covered me up and didn’t make me feel self-conscious. I really meant to go to the event, but while I was waiting for the bus I thought about all my homework and studying, and how much I wanted to go to the gym tonight. When the first two buses come by were full I took it as a sign, and sent my friend a very apologetic text explaining that while I would have liked to go (I didn’t lie– I would’ve liked to see her, and it sounded like an interesting event, but sometimes you just have to say no), I just couldn’t. Instead I went back home, changed into my workout clothes, and ran to the gym. It was cold and dark, but it felt incredible. The gym is about one (uphill) mile away, and when I got there I did another two and a half miles before my knee objected (it’s gotten used to my life of sloth). Three and a half miles isn’t very much, but it’s better than nothing, and it cheered me up to the point where I was happy to come home and work on a paper. I feel more balanced having run a bit- I feel more like a person and less like a greasy nursing school robot (I also had a lovely post-run shower, and actually shaved my legs. Running, leg-shaving, these things make me feel better about life, and I need to do them more often. I also need to suck it up and go to contra dancing next week. It’s not like I’m going to bed early on Wednesdays anyway). I’m glad I signed up for the gym- it’s getting dark so early these days that it’s easy to not work out, but I pay the price in my depressed mood and body dissatisfaction. Running on a treadmill isn’t so bad anyway- it’s great for sprints.

Setting them up and knocking them down


School is busy busy busy these days, and it isn’t going to slow down until Thanksgiving. I’ve had two tests this week, I have another two next week, and one more the week after that, plus a group project and a smattering of papers- they really want us to earn our break and be truly grateful for those couple of days of peace and turkey.

I just registered for next semester’s classes today, and while it wasn’t perfect (I really, really wanted to do my Public Health clinical in a prison, but that was just too popular an item and filled instantly), it wasn’t terrible either (I got my desired Labor and Delivery site-lots of midwives!). These things are funny though, since you never know what you’re really going to get. My Adult Health 1 site was very coveted, but it wasn’t actually that great, so just because something is a hot ticket item doesn’t mean it will be a good experience. I’ll learn no matter where I go, but I’m glad I was able to avoid the pediatric burn unit- it was the only floor I 100% knew I didn’t want.

My first Birth Companions mom called last night (because it was the night before a test and I had lots of studying to do), but it was a bit of a letdown. She already had lots of support, and it was a little crowded in the room, so she asked me to leave after about half and hour, which was completely understandable. It wasn’t quite what I was hoping for, but given the circumstances I think it was for the best- she didn’t want me, I didn’t feel particularly helpful, and I had other things I needed to do. There will be other moms. If things work out I’ll spend the rest of my life at laboring women’s beck and call, so I can deal with this minor setback. If nothing else it was good practice getting to the hospital, and now I know how much a cab costs from my apartment ($10).

We might get snow tonight, and it’s darn cold, so I finally bit the bullet and renewed my gym membership. The darkness has been a major deterrent to working out, and now I’ll have one less excuse. It’s alternately freezing and pleasant in my apartment, and right now it’s bitter, little match girl cold, which is making it hard to come out from under the covers and change into my workout clothes to then run to the gym and workout, but it could happen! You never know!

Promises promises


In 70 days I’ll turn 24. That’s pretty old. On the bright side, my life is super awesome, so it’s not like I’ve been wasting the past 23 years (Walking Dead marathons not withstanding- good thing I never wanted to sleep again now that my brain is full of zombies). Honestly, 24 isn’t that old though, which I’ve learned from having friends of all ages- most of my nursing friends are in their late 20’s/early 30’s and they all seem about as young as I am, just more together, so if you get to stay fun but stop having popcorn for dinner and do your laundry on a regular basis then I say bring it on. If that’s what getting older is like then sign me up.

I would like to run 100 miles before my birthday. It seems do-able- I like to do between three and five mile runs, sometimes more if I’m with someone else, so that’s like twenty-five runs in seventy days. I can do that.

Rolling back down the hill


I love nursing school- I really do, but it’s kind of killing me. I feel like I’m constantly running to put out academic fires, and while I’m happier here than I’ve been in a long time I also can’t wait for it to be over so I can just be a nurse. I’m learning lots of stuff on how to do that, but I’m really struggling to demonstrate this knowledge on tests. Adult Health may be over, but Research has decided to step up to the plate and kick my ego while it’s down for a bit. I beat Adult Health though, so I know I can lick this too (it doesn’t hurt that there are four tests and they’re only worth 15% of my grade).

Surgeries this week were wicked cool. I don’t want to be a surgical nurse, but it was great seeing some guts. I was primarily there to see what surgical nurses do (it’s a lot of fetching stuff and taking notes) and not to look at guts but they were right there on the table, so I at least got a peek. I shadowed one nurse the whole time, and she was the least sentimental person I think I’ve ever met (she was very nice, but she didn’t have any romantic ideals about nursing). She did tell me all about the nice financial part of nursing though, which is a reassuring thought for a poor student like myself-someday I will make a good living. Of course there will be loans to repay, and these nurses have been working for 20+ years, so they make more than I will, but hopefully in the next…5 years I’ll be able to do fun stuff like see a movie from time to time, or go to Scotland.

I still haven’t talked to the Transitions coordinator, but I’m not too worried. I’d kind of like to go to Boston, and establish a relationship with a hospital there and get a job after graduation, or maybe work in some really rural area, like Appalachia, or go to Alaska. There are lots of things that would make me happy. I do still like the idea of going back to Western New York, but maybe it can wait a little while longer. Part of me is worried that if I just move back I’ll never leave and do all the kickass stuff I had planned, and that led me to spend all the dollars on a fancy schmancy Hopkins nursing degree. I want to do all that stuff, but I feel like it’s almost similar to going for a run- I’ll be glad once I get going, but getting out the door is the hardest part.

Speaking of running, my friend Jen invited me to join her for a run with the Baltimore branch of Back on My Feet tomorrow. I’ve read about Back on My Feet in Runner’s World, and it sounds like a terrific organization (it’s a running club for homeless people). Jen has done it a couple of times and says it’s great, so I’m excited to try it myself.



What a weekend


I have had a wonderful couple of days, but I’m very glad I don’t have school tomorrow, because I haven’t gotten much studying done at all, and I have two tests this week.

Saturday’s Half-Marathon was my slowest ever, but very fun nevertheless. The Half didn’t start until almost 10:00, but I woke up at 6:00 and had a delicious Trader Joe’s multigrain frozen waffle with a sliced banana and cookie butter (cookie butter was essential pre-race fuel) so I would have plenty of time to digest before running. Traffic was insane because of the races, so even though my parents came down to see me run we didn’t even attempt to meet up beforehand, and I went down to the start with my friend Emily, and her friend (who I’d like to be my friend as well) Sarah on the light rail. We left with plenty of time, so we were able to explore a bit before lining up, and we even dyed our hair orange and purple to show our Baltimore pride.

Emily and Sarah both trained really hard to the Half, so I didn’t stick with them for long, especially because the race opened with a major hill. I quickly settled into a comfortable pace though, and took in the course, and focused on enjoying myself and not worrying about times. I felt pretty good despite my lack of commitment to training, and it was a perfect day for a long run- crisp, and sunny (I got a bit too much sun actually), with enough breeze to feel cool but not cold, but as the race went on I began to lag. There was so much climbing, and I really began to feel it around mile 8, and started taking walking breaks, which is never a good sign. When I was running I was keeping an ok pace, but as my breaks became longer and more frequent I began to get frustrated and bored, until I just wanted it to be over. I had a small kick at the very end, but I still came in with my slowest ever time.

After the race I caught up with Emily and Sarah (who both had amazing times, like total badasses) and we enjoyed some post-race snacks and drinks. I had an incredible barbeque pork sandwich with coleslaw (how did I every eat barbeque sandwiches without coleslaw?), and a Yuengling (the first sip was incredible, but subsequent sips were meh), and we all shared some chips to replenish our salt. The after party seemed fun, but we were cold and tired, so we retired to a sunny spot and looked at an Athletica catalog and just hung out until my parents found us and took us back to Charles Village (which was easier said than done- traffic was still tangled up in mangled up knots).

My parents dropped me off at my apartment to shower, and I had a kind of fun time getting the orange dye out of my hair (I left the bathtub all orange like the Cat in the Hat, but I cleaned it up like a good roommate). I thought I would want a nap, but I didn’t feel very tired, so instead I met back up with my folks and we went to Spirits for a drink, and then to The Helmand for dinner. My parents had never had Afghan food before, but they loved it, and we had a very nice meal (although I was too full for pumpkin cheesecake, which was a shame).

Our friends Scott and Judy were out of town, but they generously invited my parents to stay at their house anyway, and I crashed there too to maximize visiting time. We floundered a bit as far as entertainment, since Scott and Judy don’t really watch tv, and they have lots of videos, but no VHS player, but eventually settled on a weird movie with The Talking Heads that no one except my dad enjoyed (or really watched). It was nice just hanging out with my parents though.

This morning we sprinted through some errands (we got in and out of Ikea in less than half and hour!), and then I spent the afternoon studying at my friend’s house. This weekend has been jam-packed, but it was really lovely, and I’m happy with the way everything went, slow race-time and all. I’m actually really relieved the race is over- I’m going to renew my gym membership tomorrow, and I’m really looking forward to shorter runs.