I had an awesome day.  I started my first IV in a patient today.  I was in the endoscopy lab during clinicals and I got to see the digestive tract from the inside.  From the INSIDE.  I wore gloves and did important things.  I was glowing.

Then I came home, and realized that I broke the 120 barrier on the scale for the first time since 2007.  OH SEVEN. And that was mid-day, post-lunch and with a lot of water in me.  Magical.

So why do you sense a heavy ‘but’ hanging in the air?

Because there is one.  The ‘but’ that is ruining my day is called Online Research Class and FML, I hate it with the very core of my being.  As if reading and thinking about Research on a Friday night wasn’t bad enough in itself, I am talking about Research.  In threaded discussions.  Threaded effing discussions.  I am writing about Research in forced threaded discussions online on a Friday night and I hate it.  I am trying SO hard to not let the Research situation ruin the glow of breaking past 120 and staring my first IV (perfectly!).  But I am not winning.  Research is winning and it is sucking my soul out of my nostrils.  Slowly. And with a brute force.  Which leaves me to believe that Soul Sucking Research must removing my life-force by way of a coffee straw.