2 posts tagged “life”
I've turned into a coffee-drinking monster. Seriously! I drink at least 2 cups of coffee a day - at work, it's even worse because we have a flavored coffee machine in the break room. But I was a wreck earlier in the week, when I ran out of creamer and didn't have time to go to the grocery store until Thursday. I had to go to Starbucks before lab in the afternoon on Wednesday, and didn't even get to have coffee Thursday morning before going to the adult day care to volunteer. So I made up for it by have a grande mocha frap while grocery shopping, and making a pot of coffee at around 3 o'clock in the afternoon >.<
But it's just so darn good, I can't help myself... I'm chugging away at my first 2 cups of the day right now.
So here's to an end of a great week. I'm very pleased at how this week went, in retrospect.
- Monday was the math exam which had to be passed with a 90% or better - I got a 92%.
- Lab on Tuesday was lead by a substitute (which we later found out, was the real instructor of the course, but she's on maternity leave - our current lab instructor is HER sub!), who is lovely and almost made me want to grab her by the feet and beg her to stay.
- Wednesday, our real lab instructor redeemed himself. I like him now, and look forward to the rest of lab (ESPECIALLY clinicals in June!).
- On Thursday, a classmate and I spent the greater part of the morning at an adult day care a few miles from my house. It was interesting... let's just leave it at that.
- I was in the best mood on Friday. I worked, and had the pleasure of spending the day with my favorite coworker. She's in LVN school right now, and plans to dive right into RN school when she's done in December. Some of my favorite nurses worked on my wing too, so it was a nice day. I also FINALLY got to eat lunch with my favorite Amy, the unit clerk, who I hardly ever see anymore because I work one day a week. And, Gil, my fav physician, is working in the inpatient center with us this month, and EVERY Friday, he orders pizza from one of the authentic pizza joints down the street for the unit. It rocks.
I'm eying the breast cancer special edition stethoscope by Littman, big time. It's a nice in-between of baby pink and bright pink. I'm going to do some research as far as finding pediatric and neonate attachments for the Classic II SE in general, but I really want that stethoscope. For a variety of reasons, actually: we all know what my favorite color is; people will be less-inclined to use a pink stethoscope that's just lying around; I doubt every other nurse on the unit will have a pink stethoscope, therefore, I will be able to spot it from a mile away. And that's IF I ever put it down for a minute and misplace it. I want to get it soon, even though it's sold out right now. The sprague stethoscopes we got from school are double lumen, with that nasty metal clamp in the middle that keeps the two lumens nice and attached - that ALWAYS gets stuck on my hair, I hate it. Littmans are single lumen, which means NO metal clamp to get stuck in my hair!
Here's a good visual for you: bright blue (think Smurf blue) school uniform scrubs, and a pretty pink stethoscope. That's me!
Though, at this point, I'm contemplating cutting my hair off again. And this time, I mean COMPLETELY off. As in, semi-long side bangs in the front, maybe some shaggy detail on top to add volume, and spike in the back. I am tired of putting my hair up all day. I don't care if my hair will look more or less the same every day with such a short hair cut, at least it'll look like I tried if I do it. I got super annoyed with my hair yesterday morning when all I did was blowdry my bangs to the side after I put on make up and put it back with a hair clip. Boring. So yeah, I'll keep you all posted - haven't found the right hair style yet.
We went to my parent's house last night (since in all technicality, it's Sunday morning...), and along with a delicious dessert and a bottle of wine, we brought ourselves and my mom's birthday gift.
I suck at waiting until the day of to give a gift - last Christmas is testament to this. Chris had but a few gifts to open that he didn't know about, and we opened them all on Christmas Eve.
ANYWAY. She was thrilled to the point of horror when she opened her gift (I don't think that the huge shopping bag that said COACH, or the box within that had COACH stickers were enough of a give away, though). She thinks I spent a lot of money on it, which I did. I haven't spent that kind of money on anyone, including myself, in a long time. But she deserves it, and I really wanted her to have her new purse in time for their trip to Napa for her birthday. And it's not something I know she won't use. The wallet, she'll replace her old Target wallet with; the purse, she'll save for when we go out or whatever; basically use it everywhere except at work, like I do. She knows damn well, despite being well-off, that she wouldn't buy a purse that expensive for herself. Maybe this will be a push in the right direction.
Right, being, MY right. My one weakness is a expensive purse. But at any rate, she told us not to spend that kind of money on her for a long, long time. My dad told us that he can't wait until his birthday, in October.
Anyway. So, usually, we just go to my parents house once every week or two for no special reason except to just chill. But today, my mom's mom and her husband were guests, so we had a nice dinner and visiting with them. I wish I could see them more - I miss my grandma a lot. When she first moved to the U.S. after a few years of my family and I living here in the early 90's, she lived with us. When she married her husband, she still lived only 15 minutes away from us. Now, she lives an hour and a whole life away. I have my own life, my own family now; my brother is off doing his own thing with the Navy. Family is so important to us, as is tradition and keeping up with family back home, and it was nice sitting down and talking to her about that. Despite the language barrier (that I hope to bridge once I'm done with Nursing school; I'm slowly, but surely, losing what little Japanese I know), I have hopes of visiting my aunt and cousins, and a great-uncle/family. I have dreams of helping Chris finally meet his grandma's family (she came from Nagasaki; she married a US Sailor, who also happened to be German). It'll happen. The Japanese, fortunately for us who have gone our own ways, have a knack for tradition and keeping with family lineage. Even little ol' me is registered under my Japanese family name, in the town where we lived in 2000.
Drab family history. But really, it's one of the only interesting things about my life. What, with me sitting here on my computer, compiling my schedule for April in iCal, and my husband sitting on his computer playing World of Warcraft. We don't have a lot going on at the moment. The least I could do is dream of going back home, even just to visit. As expensive as it is, I know how to cut costs there. One of the benefits of having lived there. I would take living there and NOT speaking the language over speaking the language fluently and having never lived there. Any day. If that makes any sense at all...
