....Is it almost October, already?
I didn't realize it had been so long since I posted. As usual, never a dull moment in my life and it's been non stop drama and bullshit.
If it hadn't been for Jamie, my very best friend, I would be sneaking out notepads from prison. She stepped in and saved my ass from one of the most heinous things anyone, ANYONE, has ever done to me (and he had really big shoes to fill). I can't really go into gory details (at least I don't think I can. I'm clueless with legal crap) but when I can, I will. Oh, yes. I will.
In other news, I'm slowly weaning off of my medication and I couldn't be happier. I'm fairly certain its a big part of my writers block, so once my brain is back to it's twisted, darkly wicked state, you'll all know. Because I won't shut up.
Everyone told me to be prepared to spend my time in nursing school with no social life to speak of and I really thought they meant that I would be studying night and day. Academically, I'm not overly challenged, yet...however, when it comes to time management, nursing school is nuts. Trying to fit all the things you have to do into a 24 hour day is a challenge in itself. I need a personal assistant just to keep up with all this shit.
I'm happy to report that I'm passing all my check offs (demonstrating skills we're learning...fun stuff like enemas and nasogastric tubes. And no, the "fun" isn't sarcastic. I freaking love every minute of it), passing my tests and, AND!! I was recently invited to become part of an honors society, Phi Theta Kappa, because of my "outstanding academic achievement". Now, don't go pissing on my parade and reminding me that I'm in Mississippi ("Gee, Crystal, I bet you'd do really well in the special Olympics, too"), because this really is a tremendous program and a lot more difficult than I gave it credit for. And I know it's a 2 year degree and it's not like I've been invited to meet the President or anything (thank God for that. I would be deported within 24 hours), but I'm still proud of my nerdy accomplishment.
I'm still here. I'm still single (going on a year. That's a lot like rehab, too) and I haven't had so much as a date in all this time. I did have a really creepy carnie worker hit on me, though. So, yeah, my life is still filled with the same ridiculous crap...I'm just getting a little better every day at remembering what it used to be like to really laugh at those things, and how I found humor in the most mundane of days. It's taking it's sweet time, but it's coming back. Thank you for waiting this out with me.