Part of me thinks I'm going to contribute to the betterment of others, therefore I'm doing something thats meaningful and important. Going into nursing is a real double edged sword for me. I feel prepared for nothing, though I know I'm better with blood and poop than I was before.
#Dum dum pops license#
Recently I've received my nursing license in the state of New York. I think because said millennial is also obsessively creative. He now lives with a horrible millennial who he intends to marry. He's obsessive and unwavering about his writing. My best friend also writes and has continued to do so from the beginning of time to the present. I should have hung on to that gig, but I wasn't focused in the slightest. I got fifty dollars a week to post content to keep the site prevalent on search engines. He shared his struggle with weight loss and relationships. It was about a fat man on the Upper East side. Then I got lazy and I resorted to writing clever emails, and finally I settled for texts to my friend Lynn. I used to write short fiction and personal essay but that was going on 10 years ago. I've been trying to get back to writing on a regular basis. Hello there Everyone! Young Ladies and Gentleman. Now I have three, but I don't know what to do with them. I'd always wanted a friend who was mine and just mine. I was always jealous of her relationship with Poorman. She had Poorman for a while, and suddenly he was gone. My cousin had an imaginary friend when she was little. I've tried to introduce them to friends of mine, but they are never there when I bring someone over. Not even surprised really, like you'd think I'd be.Three strangers in your home and all.īut no, it was more like.they were a bruise that I'd just noticed. I know I should have been more upset than I was, I really wasn't upset at all. I don't remember the first time they were there. They quietly watch me as I put down my bag and take off my shirt. I open the door, turn on the light and there they are.Sitting there with there feet firmly planted to the ground and their palms resting lightly on their laps. Sometimes when I come home there are three little men sitting on my sofa. I'm really hoping that I start to write creatively sometime soon, cause this shit isn't going to cut it. The doctor eventually had to administer epinephrine.
I had a patient have an allergic reaction yesterday to her immunotherapy. I lost contact with him, like so many other people, but it was really nice to catch up. I lived on Staten Island and we'd go out from time to time. He was one of the first people I met when I moved to New York. The job will be nights is not going to be fun, but it's the price I'm going to have to pay I suppose. Part of me deeply wants to do good and contribute to the betterment of man, and another part of me is really lazy and sort of a sociopath. I'm afraid of myself, that I'll screw something up or hurt someone unintentionally.
I feel like I should be more hesitant or afraid. I get the idea that I'm going to be working with a lot of sickness, but I don't really grasp it. This sounds like a pretty big deal, and yet, I don't think it's sunk in. I'll be working as a pediatric oncology nurse. Last night I got a job offer and I've been thinking about it through the night.
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