Holy Cow

38 pages later, and I finally have all unit 6 notes printed out. Not the whole unit itself... no... just the NOTES for this test.

Thank goodness for the High Acuity Magic Notes. Thank goodness I didn't have to write them. Now all I have to do is buy a new ink cartridge ;)

Holy Cow!

Wow time flies by

It's officially my older/younger sister's birthday, it being 12:15am on April the 7th. I can't believe she's THIRTY-TWO!?!?!? what the heck!? *sigh* this means, that for sure, I'll be thirty-five on my next birthday. I remember when my dad was 35. At the time, it seemed so far away. Now, when I look back, I wish I could be half as good-looking at my 35 as he was at his 35 haha!

Well, Happy Birthday Sambo-wambo, spaghettio-lipso, presto-changeo, neato-kapeeto, wish-my-name-was-guido, from Puerto-Rico, eating-a-burrito, wearing-a-sombrero. You're officially for surely in your thirties and welcome to it. *mwah!*  <---- that, is a kissy sound (for those who are unaware). And, you're welcome talcum powder chowder head.

As for other items of 'time flying by' nature, it's already well into April!? What?! This is the month I'm using my little cleaning coupon? The last month of my nursing program? I have only 4 exams or so before the finals?  I've had my car now for two whole years? My younger/younger sister is also having a birthday and will be something like 28 for the love of pete!? What What WHAT!?!?!?!?

Where has life gone?

HESI, ICU, and other musings

Ok, so I thought having to take the HESI exam so soon after my little Frankie's passing that I would do terribly and need to retake it AND that my first ICU day would be terrible.  Not true for either! I rocked the HESI doing waaaaay better than I did last year (1121 this time - 927 last time) and my ICU experience was pretty anticlimactic. I did see some wicked cool wounds, but nothing dramatic happened. Which, probably was a good thing for my fragile nerves.

So, onto another week of awesome activities. Test tomorrow after Jamie sees the orthodontist. Our resume and cover letter is due in management (I hate that class) and then I get to go back to the orthodontist to pick up Jamie's newest retainers (which hopefully she'll keep at least 2 weeks before losing this time - geeze louise that girl). And then onto reading up on material for High Acuity on Tuesday.  Crazy to think that there is less than a month of classes left, and our final exams are 5/2, 3, and 4 with graduation on the 5th. CRAZY! I hope to take boards on May 16, if not sooner. I can't afford Kaplan ($350 with our discount!! Holy cow!) for test preparation, so I figure I better get in there while it's still somewhat fresh in my brain.

The sting of Frankie's untimely death is already fading, which I'm surprised at and both alarmed and grateful for. The main thing that still gets to me is the memory of finding him and the tragedy of knowing that it was so preventable. I did paint a little ceramic tile to put as a marker in the flowerbed - and that's what is portable so that when we move from here, we can take that little piece along.  I also stuck a solar-charged light out there. It's strangely reassuring to me to see that little wink of light out there in the darkness of the flowerbed.

Did anyone see Saturn tonight? It's viewable without a telescope tonight and tomorrow night (4/3 and 4/4) in the East sky. So, that's three planets (Mars and Venus, the other two) I've seen without a telescope, which I think is pretty neat.

O I am Fortune's Fool!

Last night, my sweet little Frankie was hit by a car and killed in the street right in front of my house. With the help of a kind neighbor, I buried him last night in our front flower bed (as it was too dark to do it elsewhere and when the flowers come in, it'll be very pretty) and today I'm going to paint his name and dates on a stone for a little marker.

After describing his fatal injuries to a vet, I was reassured that it is highly unlikely he even felt it, let alone suffered. I still have a very difficult time forgiving myself for allowing this tragedy to happen, but I know that time heals all wounds, and though he will never be forgotten, I know this will get easier as time goes on. This is my first experience with death in a personal way. I've known of others that have passed away, but after taking a minute to reflect about them and how they related with me, it was easy to move on. This is... so different. Probably because he was such an integral part of my daily life, that I invested so much in him, time and money and care, that I nurtured him and loved him.  My grief right now is what I imagined feeling if one of my children or parents were to pass. It's amazing how far into my heart he wriggled his little self in the short 7 months I had him. I miss his little sassy face.

He wasn't a part of my life for very long, but just like a child, I don't remember what life was like before he was in it, nor can I imagine a life without him in it. Even though I'm not one to put pets (or animals generally) on the same level as people, he really was my baby - completely unconditional in his love and affection for me - and even being away from him for school, or whatever, I missed him and couldn't wait to come home to see him and be with him again. Of course he was no saintly dog - we were on the verge of a housebreaking break-through! - but his little life revolved around me, and I loved him to pieces. It's really difficult to know that he's really gone - forever. There will never be another Frankie. But, I am glad that I had a Frankie for the time that I did.