peds

Last night I had my clinicals for 8 hours in peds.  I was  anxious about how I would make it through 8 hours of clinicals, because sometimes clinicals are crazy especially when you don't know what you are supposed to be doing or how to do it.   I was not expecting to love peds, I mean i have babysat ALOT in my life and as much as I enjoy it, it is also nice to be able to tell someone what you are going to do and not have them cry.  Well, turns out Peds was THE BEST (not like I have been very many places yet),  I learned a lot, our prof was nice and patient and willing to explain everything, and 8 hours flew by like it was 2.  So yeah maybe I can work in peds and maybe I am liking nursing more than I was at the beginning of the week, what a blessing!

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biking and thinking

So I have given in basically.  I walked most of last semester and I knew once I started riding my bike I would not stop(because 10 minutes vs 30 minutes to get to school is too appealing).  I actually hate riding bikes.  There was a time in my life that I think I liked it but, that was cancelled out by the fact that I rode my bike waaaaay too much sort of out-did it...same can be said for swimming laps.  When I was learning to ride a bike as a kid my parents forced me because I did not want to learn at all, there was a lot of crying involved, my younger brother learned before I did even...but I learned.  In high school I biked everywhere it was freedom...I could and would go anywhere I wanted, even hours HOURS away (prob 20-30 mins in a car)...that's when I wore myself out.  Then there was biking in Germany in the snow un dresses ( I only wore pants 1 time that ENTIRE YEAR...dont ask me why!), then I biked sometimes in Berkeley.  Then there was the mission, probably the most intense and dangerous biking of my life.  Through floods up to my waist at least weekly, usually more often, and there is a wonderful round about in Sibu that I almost lost my life in pretty much every night....and its not a joke at all...it was serious business and there are no traffic laws in Sibu, it was like my peddling a horrible bike as fast as I could trying to beat a giant lori in a heavy downpour at night...the only reason I survived biking at sibu (there are unlimited crazy stories about biking there) was because I was on a mission and was being protected.  I didn't quite comprehend then how absolutely vulnerable we were then (I had some idea) but even right after I got transferred I stopped fearing for my life.

Anyway, the reason all about biking is because I dont think I have ever written in my journal about biking and it would be good to have at least a short history of it.

So today, I was feeling pretty good.  I wore a new shirt from my mom, I got out on time.  I thought I looked good, I remembered everything I needed for the day.  I headed out and well, right now there are a bunch of freshman around.  You know fall semester just started they are away from their parents for the first time off to college adventures, have no idea where they are going or what they are doing.  getting out of the bus and standing blankly in the bike lane.  I was coming down an incline  I saw the bus stop I saw the people get out I was prepared...everyone was cleared except one kid...standing blankly in the bike lane, I yelled three times "excuse me can you move! Excuse Me Can You Move! EXCUSE ME CAN YOU MOVE!"  no just oblivious to everything around him, I tried to dodge  but there was a bus on the other side but I mostly cleared him only hitting part of his leg which threw me off my bike  onto the cement in the process.  I just tried to hold myself together.  He laughed and said are you ok?  I mustered up all my composure to just say.."thanks for laughing" and get on my bike and run off on my bike, handle bars twisted and all.  It was not my best moment...but now looking back I am grateful nothing worse happened.  It def. shook me up for the day, but i didn't and even made it through my first class without staying anything to anyone although my legs were dripping blood all over....soo glad this day is over.

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FYI

AMERICA IS NOT A FREE COUNTRY AND I AM BEING FORCED TO GET A FLU SHOT THAT I DONT WANT AND DONT NEED...AND CANT AFFORD>>>AND I HATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!

being a missionary

We have recently thinking that we need to be better missionaries, and prayed for an experience to do so.  Just the next day, when I was all alone (because Paul drove to DC and back in a less than 36 hours) I was doing some household (apartment) chores and when I was outside I started talking to our neighbors... they were really nice.  Religion came up (maybe because they were persian form india and I was curious)  and we ended up having them over tonight for a religious discussion.  We told them about our beliefs and they told us about theirs, it was informative, polite and a wonderful experience.  I think both gained a great respect as well as some new friends :). Unfortunately they will be moving out soon, fortunately we can help them move and they are not moving that far away.  It was a nice way to spend our Sunday, and I feel like the prayer was answered.  I should definitely be aware of more opportunities to share.

Also Paul and I went on a date to buy ice cream at target...it wasn't really a date but about as close to it as it gets for us.  While we were there I was like I need some pants...maybe I can see if any are on sale and try them on.  They were on sale and I tried on the smallest size they had (or make) and it was huge!!! HUGE!!! on me.  I am small...but I am not THAT small, it is a little scary if their smallest size is falling off me!  What do REALLY small people do.  And who wear these giant clothes, ARE THEY CRAZY! (also I wore a red shirt and khakis and i totally looked like an employee there...woops!)

Also hurricane isaac just passed us by.
Also Paul got another call back interview, yay!  lets hope something comes of something, but I trust what is right will happen.
Also can we start a countdown to November please.

Also, I really love Paul so much.  I dont think that our first year was rough or anything like that, but I feel like I am growing to love him more each day.  In church today we had a wonderful lesson on the scripture.  I realized that even though Paul and I read scriptures together each night I need to be better about reading on my own, because it is true that taking that time is worth it and makes such a huge difference.

I was not diligent about doing my homework this week...its just the first week right.  But I am keenly aware of how much time I waste and how much better I could be and get soo much more done if I was not a time waster, so I am working on that, see I even admitted it here so I am making some real goals about less time wasted, more time used for important things.

I ALWAYS WANTED TO LEARN HOW TO INSERT CATHETERS IN MEN AND WOMEN....SAID NO ONE EVER!

life's big decision

sometimes you plan for things and then you change your mind.  In my life being impatient has never been a good thing, but usually good has come out of it in the long term.  Am I being impatient.  Should I just go for it.  Haven't I learned my lesson that I should just wait things out and they WILL go ok.  Or is this actually divine prompting sigh....maybe i should just wait until school starts and figure it out then