I said I wasn't coming back, and, for a while, I meant it.  Today is the first day I've logged in and commented since the start of March.

 

It would have been my dad's 80th birthday on Wednesday.  I still miss him like crazy.  I want so much to pick up the phone and tell him how I'm doing....

School is over half way done.  I graduate on May 10th, and take the National and State exams on May 22nd, 2 days after mum arrives for her annual holiday (we're paying for ...

Blogging here just isn't fun for me anymore.  The new format seems to have turned a lot of good bloggers right off, and the only people left are computer geeks and hypochristians. 

I've met some great people here, and I'll be in touch with them via email and IM.  I am not, however, going to be posting regularly - if at all - here at JU.  It's just not the same, and I don't care for it.

 

Goodbye.

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It's true, I am. 

Don't let the hospice work fool you, I've got a bitch in me that will kick your arse as soon as look at you.  I might be small, but I'm powerful, and more inportantly, I'm not afraid of a whole lot.  I can take an arse kicking as well as I can give one - and sometimes, that's necessary.

I'm a bitch.

I'm suddenly unafraid to say what I think and feel.  I'm sick of being something and someone that I'm not; I'm sick of trying to be Ms Nice Grl to keep ...

I got lulled into a false sense of security at college last semester.  The class I was taking was pretty easy and I was able to skate through and still make A's and maintain a 4.0.  I went into this EMT class thinking it would be more of the same.

Boy, was I ever wrong.  It's NOT more of the same, it's anything BUT easy.  It's not necessarily the depth and quality of the information (although you DO need more than a basic knowledge of medicine, anatomy and physicology, pha...

Those of you who have read my previous articles know that I'm currently enrolled in an EMT class and that I've changed my mind about attending nursing school this summer.  You'll also know that ASaxygirl and LifeHappens mentioned the prospect of enlisting in the Army as what's colloquially known as a combat medic.

I think I want to do it.  No, I KNOW I want to do it.  So, I'm going to try and do it.  If I fail, well......I'll be in awesome shape and will simply carry on as...

My daughter has had a 'Bullet For My Valentine' poster on her door for months and an 'Avenged Sevefold' t-shirt that's in at least thrice weekly rotation for over a year now.  They are, apparently, her favorite bands, and I know for sure she's got a HUGE crush on Sinister Gates, AS's guitarist.

So, when I heard the Taste Of Chaos Tour would be coming to St Louis and this year BOTH BFMV and AS would be two of the three headliners, I thought about getting tickets for her.

I did just tha...

It's been a week since my last patient passed away.

I haven't let their death go yet.  I tried all last weekend, and I just couldn't shift it.  I thought that maybe I was trying too hard and tried to relax and see if that worked, but it didn't.  I'm still carrying it with me like a fucking huge millstone hanging from my neck.

I think that part of the reason I'm having such a hard time getting rid of it is due in part to the fact that this was the messiest, roughest, longest ...

I've wanted a career in medicine for most of my life.  When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a doctor.  When I was a teenager, I wanted to go to nursing school.  My dad effectively shut that idea down and decided I should not get ideas above my station and become a 'sekkerterry' instead.  I rebelled, found a boy, got married and proceeded to make babies.  I stayed home with them for their early years and thought that my career plans wouldn't ever come to fruition.

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A kid from my school got arrested for making terrorist threats.  You can read about it here:Link

I had read about it in the paper before they'd attached his arrest photo and wondered if it was anyone I knew.  I went back to check on the story this morning, saw his photo, and about choked on my coffee.

I know this kid.  I sat and talked to him almost every day before class last semester.  I've talked to him a couple of times before and after class this semester.  H...

I just came off the longest hospice case I've ever dealt with.  I can't talk about it, other to say that it was long but that I made a difference.

I've decided that I'm going to take a hospice break.  I figured that I needed one when I opened my books to do my homework this morning and I couldn't remember a stinkin' thing.  I can't screw this class up; it's too important, and hospice -whilst it's one of the few things I'm very good at - is too much stress, too much pressure, to...

I have decided, at the ripe old age of almost 40, to organize and participate a protest outside some fur stores in my general - and not so general location.  My daughter will be accompanying me.  She got into PETA before I did; she left a DVD that she acquired from some friends out and I made the huge mistake of watching it.

I saw baby polar foxes skinned alive.  ALIVE.  No anastheisa, just some guy standing with his boot on their head, holding them down as he cut their ba...

Today is my blog-aversary.  I started my blog here at JU on Valentine's day, 2004. 

4 years.  I can hardly believe it.  On the one hand, it seems like just yesterday, and on the other I cannot recall what I did on the internet before I came to JU.  How born must cyberspace have been without LW, Tex, Maso, SanChon, Blue Dev, Karma, ModMan, Jill, Brad, Bakerstreet, Ockham's Razor, Forever Serenity and a whole bunch of other people who I know I'm forgetting but who I really don't mean to (I got V-Day gifts unexpectedly this morning and I'l all a-flutter.  Diamonds and sapphires do that to me).

My favorite little guy on American Idol got booted. 

Josiah Leming has been living in his car - out of choice, really.  He doesn't want to live beyind his means, and living in his car lets him do that.  American Idol was a break for him, a break that meant he could perhaps get himself an apartment, a house even - or at the very least he could live in a hotel whilst he competed.

He didn't make the cut tonight, and I want to say this to him: Josiah, I admire you and the lifes...