They didn't get what they deserved

No school or sun or sick talk today. I just read those lying, cheating, sacks of shit from Enron were found guilty (no kidding). Rather than a prison term, I'd prefer that they have to spend the rest of their lives living on the $1500.00 per month from social security that the retirees of Enron will get for the rest of their lives. This is a life sentence. They would never be allowed to earn more than that no matter what, and cannot be subsidized by anyone. They just have to live off of the social security check. Sure, they get medicare, but they'll make JUST enough to not be able to qualify for any assistance. They can't have a paid off house or car. If they want those things, they'll have to figure it out how to pay for them like everyone else who found themselves out of work and money because they were forced to buy Enron stock for their retirement fund while those two pieces of shit sold it as fast as they could so they wouldn't get stuck with it. I want them to know what it's like to have to decide whether to eat, or pay for medicine. I want them to know what it's like to not have the money to pay a vet if your dog is sick. I want them to know what it's like to be one check away from the street. And if they get sick, to have to live in a medicare paid nursing home because that's the only option. Prison takes away the choices poor have to make. Now they can just feel sorry for themselves and think they got railroaded. They make me sick.

What a week

Boy, what a week. I'm sailing along, scratching my sun itch (yes, I still tanned...what are you going to do? Besides, the Benedryl helped me sleep really, really well!) and my husband started complaining about a stomach ache. By the second day, it had localized in his right flank, so I think gallbladder or kidney stone. He pulls a John Wayne on me and won't go to the doctor or ER. When he gasped moving on the 4th day, I yanked him by the ear to the doctor. Within 24 hours, he's in surgery with the biggest abcess from diverticulitis EVER. The surgeon was shocked because it was in his cecum and not the sigmoid. She said in 20 years, she's only seen a perforated cecum 3 times, and never from diverticulitis. He ended up losing part of his large and small bowel. Two days later, after a fever of 103 and heartbeat of 170, everyone goes paranoid that the anastomosis is leaking and they take him to surgery again. All was well, and we came home today, 8 days after this started. Well, being the selfish bitch I am, all I'm worrying about is whether this is gonna blow the vacation we've got scheduled in a month, but not to worry. Doctor said no restrictions and enjoy the trip. Woohoo!!!

Irony

Now is this fair? I mean, please...I just exist in the winter. I'm a summer, sun type girl. This is my absolute favorite time of the year. The perfect day is when the sun is shining, the temperature is in the 70s, and the wind is blowing just a bit. I can sit outside for hours when it's like that just synthesizing Vitamin D like crazy! Ok, here's the scene. School is over and this is my last break until nursing school starts until August. I made a 4 point, so I'm basking in my smartness glow (we'll see how long that lasts). I've got so much spare brain right now, that I went to the bookstore and bought 7 new books to read. No TV, just books. I've got my outdoor spot set up for a great afternoon, and IS IT EVER! So beautiful I spent hours Saturday on the patio and read. Now I'm covered in a miserable itchy rash all over my legs. The doctor said it's photo sensitivity to the UV rays and I either have to avoid all sun, or suck it up, and keep exposing myself and dealing with this misery, and my skin will toughen up and will stop breaking out (this summer only, it's starts over again next year). I'm on cortizone and benadryl so I dig myself up. I don't smoke, I don't take drugs, and I can count the number of drinks I have a year on one hand. I have one self destructive habit (okay, food too, but what are you going to do). I love to lay out in the sun, and now my body has turned on me. I don't even let it get on my face so that I'm not leather head. I'm bitter.

Can I do this?

Though I should be on top of the world, I'm kind of nervous. I took my last final in Advanced Human Physiology yesterday. I've made an A in all of my classes. So I should be jumping for joy, right? A 4.0 GPA for the semester is awesome. What is making me nervous is that the nursing students in the year ahead of me had four students flunk out just this semester. Since there are only 20 students in the class, that is a huge number of people. These are students who had to compete just as hard as I did, and made really good grades on their prereqs. I know if I were a patient, I would only want the nurse who really had an excellent grasp of the job, and that starts in nursing school, but I'm worried I won't be able to keep up. School has always been pretty easy for me, and I haven't had to work too hard, so do I hope and pray I have the dicipline and study skills to be able to do a really good job. I've wanted to be a nurse forever, and we spent four years getting our financial affairs in order so that we could live on one income in order for me to be able to attend school full time, not to mention I'll never be able to recoup an Outside Sales Rep salary on what I'll earn as a nurse, so I've just can't allow myself to consider not doing the best that I can.

Two down, one to go

Got my final done in Med Terms, and made 100%. That gave me a 98% in the class, so no prob. With the A I already have in Med Law, the worst my gpa can be this semester is 3.75. If I don't show up for the advanced physiology final, I'll have a B in the class, so I'm sailing now. The day was beautiful which helped my attitude a lot too. I order all of uniforms today. OK, they could not be worse. I take that back. At least the tunics are long enough to sort of cover my big butt in the white pants I'm going to have to wear. That's just wrong. Seriously. I refuse to even try any on until I've lost at least 15 pounds. Who cares? 10 weeks of no books, flash cards, studying, or notes.

The never ending winter

I've never lived outside the south until now. When I got here late last summer, this place was scorching hot, and so humid it would suck the life out of me when I went outside. The locals would smirk and say to wait, that it isn't always like that. No shit. It's freaking cold every day. I'm sitting here on the 1st day of May and it's like 45 degrees outside and the heat is on. In Texas, I would have had the air on since February. Maybe earlier depending on hot flashes. I'd welcome a hot flash right now. My blood is too thin for this. Plus, it rains like it's Portland or Seattle or something. Drizzling all of the time. I've got finals this week, and it sucks outside. If I don't do well because I'm too unmotivated by my Seasonal Disorder shit, I'm going to hate this place worse than I do. The final today is so easy, it won't matter anyway. My last lecture in Physiology is today. It's on reproduction. Since I've actually reproduced , I figure I've got an edge on that. My last class will be on Wednesday. Proof there is a God.