As previously stated, new ideas are currently a
little scarce in my brain. This is partially
my fault, as I haven’t been giving my
poor mind ample chance to collide with new things. However, it’s also partially due to being diagnosed with Lyme Disease a couple of weeks
ago (this is where the pestilence comes in). To commemorate this grand event, I began
antibiotics and a variety of other pills multiple times per day, delighted to
finally understand the weird symptoms. On the downside, there’s the whole “by the
way, you’re going to feel a whole lot worse before you start feeling better” thing
for the next month. Such true words, my dear practitioner.
Gjecghkskjdafl....
This has changed up the life plan a little and, loathe as I am to post blanket updates, some things need to be said: I will not be traveling this fall, due to a few reasons. Nor have I even begun applying for an RN job. My current job is wonderfully flexible enough that I can go a few weeks without a shift, so I've been absent for a while there as well.
Mostly, I've been sleeping a lot, reading as my attention span lets me, and attempting to be helpful when I feel good. This sounds a lot more fun than it is—it’s mostly just boring, painful, and lonely, to be honest. The family in general has been wonderful and kind about having their well educated oldest back home/sleeping all the time, and I can’t get over how very blessed I am by them.
In the mean time, I might write some about being sick in general, because pain and malaise have a way of invading thoughts and distracting one while reading. Bear with me. I swear I didn't set out to create a blog entirely about death and disease (as much as evidence to the contrary continues to get posted).
I'd like to think that God may be using this to grow me to more empathy, and that sort of thing is generally a good prequel to beginning a career in healthcare anyways.
ADDENDUM: Thank you all for the kindness and prayers. Just to clarify, there's absolutely no reason to feel sad/concerned about my general survival or contagiousness. Mostly, this is just giving me a mildly legitimate reason to whine. ;) And we all know how much I love to do that...
This has changed up the life plan a little and, loathe as I am to post blanket updates, some things need to be said: I will not be traveling this fall, due to a few reasons. Nor have I even begun applying for an RN job. My current job is wonderfully flexible enough that I can go a few weeks without a shift, so I've been absent for a while there as well.
Mostly, I've been sleeping a lot, reading as my attention span lets me, and attempting to be helpful when I feel good. This sounds a lot more fun than it is—it’s mostly just boring, painful, and lonely, to be honest. The family in general has been wonderful and kind about having their well educated oldest back home/sleeping all the time, and I can’t get over how very blessed I am by them.
In the mean time, I might write some about being sick in general, because pain and malaise have a way of invading thoughts and distracting one while reading. Bear with me. I swear I didn't set out to create a blog entirely about death and disease (as much as evidence to the contrary continues to get posted).
I'd like to think that God may be using this to grow me to more empathy, and that sort of thing is generally a good prequel to beginning a career in healthcare anyways.
ADDENDUM: Thank you all for the kindness and prayers. Just to clarify, there's absolutely no reason to feel sad/concerned about my general survival or contagiousness. Mostly, this is just giving me a mildly legitimate reason to whine. ;) And we all know how much I love to do that...
Pestilence and general life updates