Kotoba no Renkinjutsushi ~ 言葉の錬金術師 ~

My boss came in at 11PM to work last night just as we were coming on and presented my with this huge, totally yummy, totally chocolate cake with little candy graduation hats all over it and a big flag sticking out that says "You made it!!" I damn near cried. And it wasn't even her night to work!! She came in on her night off to give it to me! That is so cool. *sniffle*

We had the pinning on Wednesday and my favorite instructor, the one who I had pin me) gave me a card. When I opened it up, 25 bucks fell out! That time I really did cry. And she wouldn't even let me buy her a drink! *sniffle again*

So we all officially graduate tonight, and there's tons of parties I can't go to because I have to babysit my uncle and make sure he and my mom don't rip each other apart. Oh well. I get to go to Kim's big party at the Town & Country on Saturday. And I'm hoping to sneak out long enough to put in an appearance at ****'s surprise party tonight.

... at least until I decide to go for my master's degree. Now if I can survive the 60 minute presentation I'm supposed to give on Tuesday next, I'll really be in good shape. Problem is, it's a group project. And I'm sure everyone who's ever gone to school (primary, secondary or postsecondary) can relate to my loathing of group projects.

It's not even that one person works harder or is lazier than the other. it's that two different people have two different definitions of "preparedness." When it comes to my grades, I'm not exactly a "wing it" kind of gal. Unfortunately for me, my partner is. That's why I'm sitting here sweating bullets right now.

As you might surmise from the fact that I'm actually posting for the first time in a week, my computer is in working order again. Now I'm getting down to the serious business of rebuilding the anime collection I lost during the crash. I'm trying to get my FMA, KKM and Blood+ episodes back up to date so I can burn them all off. And then I'll get started on Bleach. If only my music collection was as easy to repair.

If I live through the upcoming presentation and final, I can cut loose some of the BTTF and Star Ocean (Cliff/Fayt) plot bunnies that have been rampaging through my brain and undermining my studiousness.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go set fire to my school scrubs and dance with joy as the ugly blue-and-white fuckers BUUUUUUUUURN!

I just spent the last two days on in a locked psychiatric unit. As a student nurse, not as a patient. @_@
God, that was depressing. I still think it's a field that I might want to work in, but to see twenty-something kids who have completely lost grip with reality is so ... unsettling. To know that a lot of these people will never get to have a normal life, and will spent their lives never knowing an education or the fulfillment of making a living for themselves. To know that the best they can hope for is *not* to kill themselves in a fit of paranoid terror, and the worst they can hope for is suicide or permenant incarceration in a state hospital. That's frankly pretty f*cking depressing.

For those who have never been to nursing school, let me enlighten you as to the true nature of clinical rotations:

It's like being smothered in honey and then buried up to your neck in a fire-ant hill. It's like being boiled in oil and then dipped in salt all the time with an instructor critiquing whether you scream in pitch or not. It's trying to dispense potentially lethal medications while trying to remember your five rights, your ABC's, your CPR, your R&R's, and your ABG's. All with a teacher breathing down your neck. All while wearing a *really* stupid outfit.

All I wanna do is sleep. And then study for the test I have coming up on Wednesday. Instead I'm gonna lie awake half the night stressing about my day tomorrow. And tomorrow night I'll lie awake stressing about the exam. And then I'll have one whole night off before I have to go to work for the weekend.

If that wasn't bad enough, a dozen Yuuram plot bunnies have nested in my brain, but I don't have time to write anything more than this self-pitying bitchrant. And god forbid I do spend time one anything other than schoolwork, then I feel guilty about it. I can't wait until I graduate and all I have to worry about is going to work and not killing my family members in a fit of repressed rage.

*deep breath*

*crash*

nite nite.

I'm posting this from microbiology in my palm pilot. I'm way more jazzed about that than I should be. This is far more interersting than the epstein-barr virus.

Made it through two more days of clinical and all I have to show for it is fifteen pages worth of lab values and one very dirty pair of white pants.
I can't wait until I graduate. Did I mention that?
When I went into nursing I had no idea how much time I would be spending taking care of the terminally ill. Cancer, liver failure, renal failure, heart failure, all that shit. There's just something disturbing about talking about a "quality end-of-life experience" like you're buying a car or riding a rollercoaster. Or saying that someone's "having some anxiety concerning the end of his life." Wouldn't it be more appropriate to say they're scared shitless because they're gonna die?
I remember reading a form we fill out when we send medications back to the pharmacy. You have little boxes to check telling why you're sending it back. I remember box was labeled "expired." I thought they meant an expired drug. My super corrected me and said, no that box is for when the resident expires.
At work we always say people expire. People don't expire. Milk expires. People die.

God this weather makes me wanna crawl into bed and get out in time to vote in the next presidential election, but not before. Rainy, cold, windy, gray and other unflattering adjectives.

And work sucks. All the residents are sick with the cold. And last night there was two aides and me to take care of fifty people. Even the non-healthcare person has to see something wrong with that: fifty people who want cough syrup with only one person to pass it to them. It doesn't take a rocket scientist. My cool boss is back though. Maybe now all the idiots will stop talking smack about the poor woman when she's not around. None of them have the balls to say anything to her face.

I have a big honking exam on coronary artery disease, chronic obstructive pulmonary disease and chronic bronchitis coming up this week, and I just can't seem to motivate myself to get to studying. I'd rather play radiata stories or write senseless analytical essays on various shounen-ai series. Actually, I wouldn't have to study as much if I didn't spend half my classtime writing senseless analytical essays on various shounen-ai series. I'll have to post my detailed dissertation on the "hotel room scene" from the Mirage of Blaze OVA sometime. It's MoB's fault I missed half of the COPD lecture. Naoe/Takaya has invaded my brain. And it's LOVELESS' fault I missed my CAD lecture. I was too freaking busy writing a rambling essay on why episode 12 sucked and how they could've made it something that didn't make their most dedicated fans want to retch. Okay, I 'm being a little harsh. It had its okay points, but by and large it was craptacular.

Oh, well. I have to go try and make my dogs poop in the pouring rain now.