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.