i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

Learning. Learning. Learning. Every day at work is like being in school still. I love it. So much to learn. Few things make my heart race…Having a patient’s clinical picture come together clearly, unexpected messages from certain people, positive affirmation from patients and coworkers… Special things that make you remember where you are, why you’re there, and what you’re doing.

Living in this city is definitely an adjustment. All of its charming qualities are the same aspects that have been the hardest to become accustomed to. The city is slow-paced, quiet, and inhabited by a *slightly* older crowd. Not that I was a clubbing, night-life frolicking socialite, but I enjoyed the option to intermittently do those aforementioned things. I like the quiet. I have always enjoyed intimacy: small high school, small college with small class sizes, small group of close friends. However, I am missing something here. There are no “young professionals” around here. Finding a social life is proving to be a tall task. This is particularly difficult because I don’t necessarily enjoy seeking out the social scene in the first place. I have also found that most people my age are already paired up (dating, engaged, married with children, etc) and are leading quite different lives than the life that I currently have. I realize I’m still figuring out what my place will be and who I am exactly, but part of me thinks that in order to truly determine those things, it will require me to be else where intermittently. I foresee a considerable amount of travel in my future…

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I Did Not Cry

I did not cry. For two weeks I did not cry. As I laid there staring at the ultrasound monitor while the doctor kept adjusting the angle of the ultrasound wand, searching, hunting for a heartbeat, I did not cry. When we sat and tried to determine if our dates were “right” or if they could possible be “off” and the doctor spun his pregnancy calculator wheel to see if the measurements had any possibility of being correct, I did not cry. When the financial coordinator started asking about making our hospital copayment and for the first time I had to say that there was a chance the pregnancy was “no good”, I did not cry. Standing in the parking lot, reminding myself how to take a normal breath while my husband carefully looked me over, assessing to see if I was ok to safely drive the 45 minutes home, I did not cry. We waited ten days to find out that no, there was not a heartbeat, and no, the baby is not growing anymore. Still, I did not cry. I matter-of-factly...

adding a little jingle to November

if you know me, you know i love projects. some are larger projects that take months. most are projects that happen as follows: my mom: so, what do you want to do this weekend? me: well, i have this project i've been wanting to do... then we are off to michael's/hobby lobby/joann's/etc for goodies. then madness ensues. saturday we had this exact conversation once i arrived at my parents' house. i then showed her this photo i found from pinterest - and we were off to the store! the link i found was not linked to an actual tutorial once i clicked the link i realized there was not an actual tutorial attached. i realized this was going to be one of those "fly by the seat of my pants" projects (read: MY MOST FAVORITE KIND). part one was finding ornaments and a frame. i started with michael's who had this adorable assortment of christmas/holiday/seasonal beaded word ornaments. i snagged one and my mom got a different word. then we were off to hob...

and four months later...

four months ago was demo work (well, August 4th to be exact)... then it was a major mold problem... then Ollie became incredibly ill, we thought we were going to lose him, and I was caravanning from my parents' house to work (read: two hours round trip) every day. however, four months later, a diagnosis and recovery from Pemphigus for Ollie, flooring down, new ceilings, updated electric, and lots of quality time with my parents, i am ALMOST done. big things have happened and between commuting, crazy long hours at work, too-frequent vet specialist appointments, and travel for work and holidays -- i present: PROGRESS! --- let's take a step back and remember what we *used* to see in my kitchen --- --- and after cabinets and counters installed --- antique leather granite, oooooh. so, we have not quite finishing toe kicks or baseboards, but door trim, handles, pulls, appliances (read: the first time this house as ever had a dishwasher, EVER) ins...

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