My Life Right Now

I went to bed last night at 8:30pm, and stayed there till shortly before 8am.

And I still felt like I was drowning.

And I was going to take a 15 minute break and get on here and tell you all about it, but I completed the day instead.

I was going to tell you how I've been late on 2 assignments this week because they slipped my mind... how my parents came and went too quickly because Mother Mayo didn't have any good news...how it's cold and cloudy...how I'm drowning in a sea of information that one day I'm going to have to be responsible for...how I have no idea what I'm supposed to do for half the patients that walk into clinic...how I didn't make it to the Medical Missions Conference this weekend where all my Honduras comrads are plotting goodness....how I'm missing the Blanshan girls' Iowan getaway next week...how there's no food in the fridge....how I haven't seen my friends in weeks....how the deadlines are approaching faster than I can handle and I'm drowning and there's tears and I can't keep up and...

Deep breath.

cup of coffee....homemade breakfast with my love...

six hours in front of a computer and one paper from Hades done....

date night to celebrate five months of happiness.....steak for dinner....movie with scary parts so I can hang on his arm....

early bedtime...church in the morning....nowhere to be tomorrow afternoon....

Another deep breath. And life goes on.

An observation

Normally at this point in my shift, I would have 6 hours left. 6 down, 6 to go. But, alas, not tonight. For tonight we fall back an hour, letting sugar-filled children have one more hour of sleep after gathering their goodies and letting some nurses earn some overtime in the dark.

And, as the case often is with a well-sedated and ventilated patient, I have extra time on my hands. The last two nights I've entertained myself by reading other people's blogs....people I know, people who know people I know, people I don't know from Adam, etc. Little glipses of lives scattered all over this circle; never-ending commentary on the mundane and the earth-shaking. I switch back and forth between "Man, I have an incredibly boring life" to "Seriously, people, get lives." Either way, it makes me want more words. Words that don't end in -ology or -itis. And I find myself reading on and on. With very little to say.

That's all.