No, personal protective equipment is NOT sexy. In fact, from the looks of this picture, one cannot tell that is male or female, let alone me under there. If I have to work in a hospital wearing that all day, I will be one unhappy nurse.
So, yes, today we learned all about donning PPE and washing hands, gloving, etc. Good times. Actually, it was pretty entertaining. Don’t get me wrong-putting on sterile gloves is serious business when caring for clients.It was just funny watching some of the students wring their hands over this. It isn’t rocket science. The other end of the classroom:

Me after class, all happy that I have to read 50 pages plus 3 chapters of Statistics tonight:

This weekend, I want to make soup. See, soup is my absolute favourite thing to eat in all of this world. I can’t get enough of it. Cream soups are my favorite. When I was 15, I worked a shitty job that had the best soup in the world there: a lovely, potato cheese soup. I still dream about it, and part of me can still taste it. I hated the owners of that place, as they made me cry on the job- but I stayed on simply because of the soup. I’ve also stayed at other jobs for the food as well. It seems like I am always thinking with my stomach, but I digress.When I stayed in Thailand, I had my first taste of hot and sour soup and I have been looking for a recipe for that since. Seems that they are all different. So, that is what I would like to make this weekend.
My husband makes great soup. On the menu this week? Potato cheese soup, of course. With fresh chives from the garden. He loves me.

I’m still sick. Is it time to go to the doctor?
Much drama with the boy yesterday. He is 14. What can I say. I can understand.

Teenagers!!!!
Mine is being difficult. He spent the night at a friend’s house, supplied no contact number after I asked him to, and hadn’t checked in as of 7pm this evening. I was worried, annoyed, and worried. I ransacked the recycling and found an old cell phone bill. I called random numbers (and got curious teenage boys on the other end wondering why a random older woman was calling) and finally got lucky and found the number of where the boy was at. Yes, I raised my voice but didn’t yell. Yes, I told him that he was being grounded for the next two weeks for being irresponsible. He proceeded to call it “bullshit” and I tacked on another week of having to stay home and take his punishment. He then totally freaked out and started being even more sassy/disrespectful. It has been the ongoing poilcy to check in. He knows this. It is a responsibility that he knows he has to abide by if he is going to stay out all weekend with his friends. He has continued to ignore those rules and I think I finally got tired of hearing excuses and seeing nothing change.
His grades, even though school has only been in session for two weeks, are terrible right now. He’s turned in no work for a couple classes. He is also blaming everyone but himself for the trouble that he’s getting in.
I knew I would love the teen years.

Things to do today:

*write a paper
*read 3 chapters of statistics, oh joy.
*read 3 chapters of environmental studies
*study dosage calculations

in other news: slept in, took shower, will be working in clean pjs the rest of the day. Kind of sad. Too much to do.

During lecture today, students were still whining about having to get 100% on their dosage calculations test. We were all given a practice test, which if you know how to do junior high level math, is pretty easy. A lot of my fellow classmates feel that this test isn’t good enough to aid them in study. I am concerned about this, and have to laugh. Get a grip, ladies.
I dropped my religion class and signed up for another class. I am much happier. A student came up to me today that in in my religion class and asked if I had dropped it. She said that she is interested in dropping it as well, because the “class is creepy”. I couldn’t agree more. Again, so glad I am out of that class!
We should be getting our uniforms this week; exciting. For now, we are only wearing name badges and regular clothes to classes.
I have an extra stethoscope. Maybe I’ll sell it.
Party this weekend at JennyRose’s new house.I’ll be bringing her a dutch flag for a housewarming present.
I wasn’t so tired today, hurrah!
Statistics isn’t so difficult. The teacher is nice but not too exciting to listen to. the guy next to me actually dozed off.

Before I sign off for the day, here’s a tribute in pictures to short hair.
I love short hair on women. It brings out their beauty, their eyes, the neck. It shouts that they are a strong personality and not a “sheep”. I wish more women would break out the scissors and free themselves. This is jean seberg, from the movie Breathless.the lovely mia farrow.the beautiful annie lennox.

I just wrote a huge post and it got deleted. This is why I should really start writing in real, paper journals like I used to!
I was writing about my anemia.Same shit, different day: I’m still tired all the time.I am taking 130 mg of iron 2 times a day. (A normal dose for people is 18 mg a day in a multivitamin) I’ll be having my blood tested in 4 weeks to see if it’s improved. Anemia is worrisome, because it’s only a symptom of something else that is wrong…and doctors this far have been lazy (yes, lazy) in finding out why my body cannot keep its iron stores. Basically, I am oxygen starved all the time due to the lack of those stores. I don’t look sick, but I sure feel like death sometimes. My doctors think it’s because of heavy period bleeding, but again no one is sure. I do have an appointment to see someone about endometrial ablation. Nope, no more kids for me. Heavy bleeder? check. Periods affecting my life in a negative way? Check. I’m a great candidate. The procedure does scare me somewhat; there are risks, as with any procedure. A hysterectomy is wayyyyyyy more dangerous, in my opinion.

My religion class, that is.
I decided that I just can’t STAND the whole purpose/discussion of this religion class I must take, so I am dropping it tomorrow. What a sweet relief to NOT attend today and listen to Christians talk about how they hate others. It is an immense pain in the rear to switch classes; I have to grovel to teachers I have never met and ask them if I can join late; catching up on material will be a bitch; I have to switch my stats lab around, etc. etc. BUT- it is worth it!!!! Sweet baby jeebus it is worth it. I still need to fill the religion requirement, and I will- I will take a “history of jesus” class or something, which doesn’t insult my beliefs. (Or non- beliefs, depending on how you look at it)
The boy didn’t want to go to school today and tried to stay home feigning sickness. He did this last year and we think that it is stress. He does not like school, and I hope he moves out of that frame of mind soon. I don’t want him to fall behind.
I have a staggering amount of material to read today, so I better get to that. hahaha….

Saying that I have a lot to do is an understatement:

*Study 150 flashcards
*Read 90 pages of nursing stuff in textbook
*Go over notes from lecture
*Read 2 chapters from other text
*Read one chapter in Statistics
*Pick up prescription
*Buy Theo a graphing calculator
*Get cat food
*Take nap later (this is the most important, haha)
A girl in my nursing class was freaking out about the dosage calculations test and begged me to bring her the 7th edition calculations book I have to school yesterday and meet her at a certain time. I waited for an hour in the commons and she never showed. I hate flakey people, I really do. Do not waste my precious time!
My ex husband promised he would buy my son a graphing calculator on monday. It is now Saturday, and my son has no calculator. His assignments are late because of this. See, my ex buys NOTHING for his son. I buy everything: clothes, insurance, toiletries, lunch money, school fees, allowance, cell phone, etc. etc. Can my ex buy him just one fucking thing? Frustrating is a massive understatement.My son loves his dad very much; however, Theo is starting to see that his dad does not fulfill the role as provider.
OK. Time to get crackin’.