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firefly124: charlie bradbury grooving in a glass elevator (Default)
So, to preface this, I should note that I made it a point to find some kind of rainbow-themed earrings that meet the dress code where I work. Stunningly difficult, as most seem to be dangly-type earrings. I even have a set of those, but I don't need a dress code to tell me how monumentally stupid it would be to give some of my residents dangly earrings to grab at. I found a pair that work, and they match with two of my scrub sets: one of which has some random "brush strokes" of various colors over white, the other of which has multicolor hearts on it. So I try to arrange my pile o'scrubs such that I wear one of those sets one week and the other the next.

The reason for this is partly because of the series of experiences that nudged me in the direction of public health nursing with a focus on LGBT elders. Long-term care is super heteronormative, even in places that pride themselves on being very progressive and welcoming, and whoever the 2-3 residents likely to identify as some flavor of LGBT are on my floor of 30, I want to send at least that subtle message that they're not alone and there is someone safe to talk to if they need to. (Actually, I find that most of the nurses at Communications Clusterfuckery Are Us are probably very safe to open up to, almost in inverse proportion to how I felt about the nursing staff at the Soul-Sucking Vortex of Doom. It's still a very heteronormative environment.)

For the most part, this goes unremarked, except for the odd, "How colorful!" comment. And then this conversation happened:

Resident: Oh, what lovely earrings. Are you a rainbow girl?
Me: Um, that's not how I would typically put it, but I suppose so.
Resident: Really? Oh, that's lovely! What assembly?
Me: We are definitely having two completely different conversations here.

This led, actually, to a very lovely conversation about her experiences with the Rainbow Girls, a group by the Masons for girls, similar so far as I can tell to Girl Scouts. When the conversation (which took all of about 10 minutes) ended, she smiled and said that even if I wasn't a real Rainbow Girl, it was very nice to be able to relive some of those memories with someone and that she felt much better about her evening having had that conversation.

What I find particularly neat about this is that, while this wasn't precisely what I had in mind, the result was still pretty much the one I was going for. "Here is someone you can talk to." Made my day as well.
firefly124: charlie bradbury grooving in a glass elevator (Default)
Lead CNA and I are cleaning up a resident who has had, in her words, "a really bad emergency." (No kidding. *grabs clothespin for nose*)

Resident: So how are you dear?
Me (worried she may actually be coming down with something): Oh, I'm fine. More importantly, how are you feeling?
Resident: Shitty. *giggles*
Me: *if not for the state of hands & gloves, would facepalm*

On that note, off I go for more.
firefly124: charlie bradbury grooving in a glass elevator (Default)
Gen Silent is an excellent video about older members of the LGBTQ community. Its name comes from concerns of the Stonewall Generation feeling they may need to return to the closet as they age and become more dependent on others and thus more vulnerable.

It includes interviews with a lesbian couple, two gay men who became caregivers for their partners, and a transwoman diagnosed with terminal cancer. All bring up issues of being concerned about obstacles to obtaining appropriate care, and what that care might need to be. As one advocate on the film points out, organizations may think they are very positively interacting with the LGBTQ people they serve, but what about those who are afraid to seek services because they simply don't know where they will be safe to do so, especially after having bad experiences.

The story about the home health aide who pulled out a Bible to pray with a gay client and told that person that "it wasn't too late" absolutely made smoke come out of my ears. Many issues, though, are more subtle, and probably don't even enter the thought processes of most providers. And elder abuse is a very real problem, so to be afraid that it will be exacerbated by homophobia and/or transphobia is entirely, unfortunately, realistic. Not to mention, in the context of either supportive housing or skilled nursing facility, concern about the other residents' attitudes and behavior. I see cliquish and hurtful behavior from my residents all the time, and while the staff do what we can to intervene and redirect, it's not something we can stop entirely.

I only know of one explicitly LGBTQ-oriented nursing facility in New England, and frankly I can't find anything other than opening announcements from nearly two years ago, so I don't even know if it's still there. SAGE (Services and Advocacy for GLBT Elders) has opened the first LGBTQ-oriented senior center in NYC. There is a definite need for more options like this in tandem with educating providers generally.

I'm very glad to see that this film is out there and hope it will help to raise awareness. I wish I could make it required viewing at the facility where I work and, really, any service organization that serves the elderly. Lacking the power to do that, I encourage you to watch and share this film.
firefly124: error message stating: canon error, apply fanfic? (canon error apply fanfic)
Two fandoms, two gutting character deaths. In one, I'm startlingly okay with following where canon has gone since (while still preferring to read & write fic that either ignores or fixes said character death). In the other, I have yet to see (and have no desire to see) either half of the final installment in movie form, lest said character death be made more real once seen on-screen, as if I don't believe I'd still be able to buy into or write fic in which said character death either never happened or is fixed. Have read and written more in fandom #2. Am currently reading and writing more in fandom #1. Oh, and I've had an additional two years to process the character death in fandom #2, in which I'd actually *like* to be writing more but have been struggling with for rather a while now.

WTF, brain?

In other news, due to a call-out, I came off orientation a day early. Managed okay, so far as I know (guess I'll find out what I missed, documentation-wise, on Monday, as I'm sure there was something). Am once again having moments of "WTF was I thinking with this whole nursing thing?" Hopefully they'll pass.
firefly124: charlie bradbury grooving in a glass elevator (Default)
Or at least, that was my first guess as to why we had a pitcher of cranberry juice from the future in the fridge.

Either that or someone in the kitchen is in a real hurry for it to be August instead of just having turned July. I like the first version better, even if it means I missed meeting the Doctor and the Ponds. Now if I could just figure out why it was so important to convey a pitcher of cranberry juice from next month to a random extended care facility in Connecticut ...

Meanwhile, orientation proceeds apace, and my favorite orienter (they don't use the term preceptor or, in fact, any useful word to denote "nurse I've been paired with during orientation") cut me relatively loose tonight, staying in range for questions and to make sure I wasn't doing anything dangerous/absurd but mostly leaving me to it, and it went pretty well. Tomorrow night we're going to work on getting me signed off on some skills that simply aren't required right now on my wing but are elsewhere in the facility.

Admittedly, I'm still having moments of "WTF have I gotten myself into?!?!?!" But they're decreasing a bit. A bit. Though the moments of, "Damn, I should've gone to LPN school first" are, if anything, increasing. Because, with alarming consistency, I'm seeing far more empathy, common sense, and competence from my coworkers who are LPNs (including my favorite orienter) than those who are RNs. This bothers me on more levels than I can count.

I've been awful about keeping up on the flist between one thing and another. I need to thin out some comms or something, because I do go back to "skip 60" or so at least every other day, but I know I'm missing stuff. Sorry. :-(
firefly124: charlie bradbury grooving in a glass elevator (Default)
Finished Cryoburn the other night. Even knowing a particular character development was destined to be coming up, even seeing all the foreshadowing for exactly what it was, that was quite the gut-punch. No wonder I put off reading it. Cut for a spoiler that really isn't a spoiler, since Bujold had said all along that the next book would contain this particular element. )

Also, an epilogue composed of self-contained, exactly 100 word drabbles? With a definition for the unfamiliar of what a drabble is? Stroke of genius. Admittedly, if someone did that in fandom, as we're so accustomed to drabbles and drabble-series, it might not have gone over quite as well. But it was such a surprise and the format worked so well for what she was doing that I just loved it.

In other news, orientation at work proceeds apace. I definitely prefer working the floor to supervising, despite the fact I'm basically just pushing pills. I apparently have two more weeks of orientation scheduled, plus the iv certification class that hasn't been scheduled yet. But I'm definitely feeling more confident about it all.

The 3rd annual [community profile] wintercompanion Summer/Holiday fest has started with a lovely bit of Jack/Nine hurt/comfort. I'm looking forward to seeing them all. Very cool approach they took with the prompts, too, using the "psychic password" format we encountered in "The Doctor's Wife" of a color, a number, an emotion, and an aroma. Very effective and evocative, and the prompts are open for people to write/draw/create other things throughout the month, which should lead to seeing some intriguing variety on how people run with them.

I think I'm about over my "What the hell was I thinking?" attack re: my [community profile] femslash11 assignment and have moved into research mode, which is a very good thing.

And now, time to run around and do stuff to get ready for this weekend's Anadikia retreat. Coming up with appropriate offerings has been rather challenging. (I got it into my head that I needed special liquor offerings for each of the Temple patrons. Ginger liqueur for Zeus and Oracle of the Sun Shiraz for Apollon were easy enough to find. I'd wanted retsina for Pan, but nobody around here even knows what it is, much less carries it, including the place Tim found it a year or so ago. So I went with Bully Hill wine that has a goat for a logo. *facepalm*)

Have a great weekend all! Don't break the intarwebz while I'm gone!
firefly124: abby lockhart rolling her eyes (abbycantbeserious by teddibear)
I'm vaguely terrified that one of the first things I got to learn to do today was complete an incident report.

However, at the moment, I'm slightly more worried about what I've done to my body with the bizarro schedules of the past two years, which have included "Thursdays from Hell" that consisted of either class during the day and work 4 to midnight, clinical during the day and work 4 to midnight, or tutoring during the day and work 4 to midnight. Because as much as I like to say I don't have an internal clock anymore, the thing is, it's just not a diurnal one. It's a weekly one. I've adapted to essentially being a first-shifter Monday through Wednesday, pulling a double on Thursday, and then working third shift for the weekend.

That was great while it was needed. However, I have to be back to work for stupid-o'clock tomorrow (how much am I going to love next week when I'm on second shift where I belong?), so it would be nice if I could, you know, fall asleep sometime before midnight. Except my body clearly realizes it's Thursday and thinks I still have another couple of hours of work to go. *facepalm*

Yay!

Jun. 15th, 2011 08:24 pm
firefly124: fanfic writing is my therapy (writing therapy by savine_snape)
For the first time in months, I managed to write 500 words a day for at least 5 days out of the week. That included finishing off the fic that got posted, making some headway on my [community profile] wintercompanion fic, and entirely too much puttering around with TFTWSD.

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Now if the thing that's actually got a due date looming would just show some sign of where the hell it's trying to go. :-D

Also, I made it through the "watch a gazillion videos" and "be shown a gazillion forms you will never remember" days of orientation and am on the floor tomorrow shadowing. Meep!
firefly124: (roranicus kick-arse nurse by me)
So, the last time I changed my default icon was when I started nursing school. "Sanity is overrated" seemed like a good motto at the time, and it did seem to hold true throughout.

As of today, I'm orienting to my first nursing job as a holyshitwhataretheythinking charge nurse. Frankly, I think I feel a bit like Rory the first time he got sucked into the Doctor's wake never mind the TARDIS. (At least I'm getting an orientation. The Doctor should consider having a handbook and some audio-visual guides for new companions.)

So, it seemed like a good time to change the default icon. I found a screencap and made an icon. *points* Not a whole lot of tinkering done. I can just about crop and tweak things a tad, so I mostly just lightened it a bit so the text would be visible. The text is a statement about Rory, but also a motivator for me, because someday, I hope to have developed the sort of confidence he's showed this season, though preferably with fewer explosions in the background.
firefly124: 9th doctor - fantastic (fantastic9 by dawn_e_h)
I've just been offered a job at a nursing home! After sending Idon'tevenwanttoknowhowmany resumes into apparent black holes and having exactly one truly tortuous and disastrous interview, one of my classmates suggested I check out the facility she'd recently been hired at, as she knew they were looking for a second-shift RN, and that's my preferred shift.

So, not expecting much, I sent off a resume and cover letter. They called the next morning, like before I'd have expected it to even reach them. Two days later, tour and interview. Two business days later, offer.

Everything just really clicked, and I'm Over. The. Moon!

It's a bit of a drive, but under an hour, so hardly the longest commute I've ever had. (That was high school. Two hours each way. Can we guess when all my homework got done? LOL)

Have written up my resignation letters. Feels a bit scary to be leaving one job I've been at for ten years and another I've been at for four and a half, but this was, after all, The Plan.

Working a single full-time job instead of cobbling together part-time stuff, what a concept. Though I'll still have my Reiki practice, and may stay on as a per diem for the mental health job, if for no other reason than I think I'll know what to do with every other weekend off.

Meep!
firefly124: charlie bradbury grooving in a glass elevator (Default)
Yesterday was graduation. Yes, I graduated in December, but we only had the pinning ceremony then. This was the cap-and-gown deal. Due to having used up all my pool time (mostly on just getting through school in the first place without collapsing from exhaustion, but most recently brought the total down to near-zero by going to Aeternitas), I took off neither the night before nor the night after. Thus, the day is mostly a blur, though I do vaguely recall seeing and hugging classmates I'd not seen since December or so, so that was nice. Relying on others for pics though, as I did bring but did not use my camera at all.

Oh! One very memorable bit was seeing the prof I've been known to call Canon!Snape as grand high poohbah or whatever the official term is for the person who gets to carry the college's mace and pound it on the floor to punctuate things. That was ... very fitting. :-D

Fun was getting the voicemail after that work would like me to come in at 8pm please. I returned the call, pointed out I hadn't been to sleep yet since my previous shift, which they actually knew, and thus if they wanted me remotely functional, they'd muddle through and I'd be in at midnight as scheduled. Fortunately, the per diem who was on until 8 was able to stay till midnight. Well, fortunately by some lights. One of these days, I'd like my boss to actually have to fill in one of these gaps, as he is actually required to do but has never, ever done.

Did watch "The Rebel Flesh." Am very WTF about it. Spoilers! )

Thanks to a tweet from The Moff (Only matters to me, but today is the 6th anniversary of the broadcast of my first Dr Who. Blimey! But it's not the end of world ... oh!!), I also rewatched The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances at work last night. That's always fun, and I finally caught the explanation of something that I'd thought was a continuity error all this time. Jack is never shown seeing the outside of the TARDIS, so it always seemed a bit weird when he finally entered that he commented about it being "much bigger on the inside." He did, however, comment on it to the Doctor when Rose first introduced them, mentioning that he'd seen it when he'd thrown the Chula ambulance in front of them as bait and complimenting the paneling on their "capsule." Huh. Love finding little stuff like that.

Have this week off from tutoring. Plan is currently to dress all interviewy, grab a stack of resumes and the Yellow Pages, and apply in person to every nursing home within driving distance. After that, I think I'm left with making paper airplanes out of them and launching them at utter random.

Stopped at the local comic shop after graduation, ostensibly to check my folder (which had the latest DW comic, yay!) but mainly to follow up on a convo I'd just had with [livejournal.com profile] dawnrune about the possibility of a fic-writer meetup-and-write group along the lines of a wrimo whilst not waiting around for November. Turns out, there's already something in the works, which is kinda cool. Emphasis will, understandably, be on writers and artists who do manga/anime and gamer stuff, but open to whomever. That could be cool. In other news, I'm hoping that the added free time this week will see me finally a) trying to expand at least one or two of the drabbles I did at Aeternitas and b) trying out some of the spreads and concepts from [livejournal.com profile] ceciliatan's workshop on using the Tarot with writing.

Also need to write up something about Thargelia for the HTAZP blog. *winces* It's been a week already. Oops. And I need to get cracking if I'm going to do an additional choreography for Philokhoria on top of the troupe choreo I'm teaching the others. I'm thinking "Fireflies," though "Sandansko" and "Graovsko" are also possibilities. So just a few things on the to-do list then.

Hugs to all that want them, and have a great week!
firefly124: abby lockhart rolling her eyes (abbycantbeserious by teddibear)
Still no nursing job. The class behind us was apparently advised not to bother looking for jobs and just to apply for transition-to-BSN programs. One of my classmates looks like she's going to be working in NC, and she was the most aggressive person I've spoken to yet in terms of applying for absolutely every possible position in-state. I'm holding out a slim hope for one of the organizations that's slated to come to the Career Expo this week. I already work for an agency that's under the same state mental health division and have done for almost 10 years now, so maybe that will count for something.

Meanwhile, my car STB. Head gasket. I'm not plunking another grand into it. Going to look at a used vehicle in a little bit. If it can buy me a year or two and hold some trade-in value, it'll be worth it. Mine needs more work than just the gasket, some of it computerized, otherwise fixing it might be the better deal.

In rather better news, it looks like I'm going to make it to Aeternitas for at least some of the Friday programming. Definitely should be there in time for the readings in the evening. (Well, assuming I have a vehicle. I'd better have a &*^%ing vehicle by then.)
firefly124: Sam from ER on the phone asking, "Can you hear me now?" (samhearmenow by autumnfoxx)
As I said to some of my classmates last night, I think I'm in a mildly dissociative state, because it doesn't seem quite real that we're done. It can't actually be over, right?

And of course, it's really not. There's still the NCLEX, then finding a job, then taking the next steps to keep going educationally.

But this part, the bit that started here, just closed with pinning last night. I may be a nurse who is a perpetual student, but no longer am I a student nurse.

It all went off without a hitch. Well, the pinning did. Dinner had drama, because some stuff at the restaurant got screwed up and Patsfan doesn't handle changes in plans well. At all. But even that all worked out in the end.

I think I'm going to sleep for at least a week.

Except there's ritual tomorrow, and then ... and then ... I'll try for a good night's sleep anyway. ;-)
firefly124: Sam from ER on the phone asking, "Can you hear me now?" (samhearmenow by autumnfoxx)
In theater, hell week is (iirc) the week before a performance opens, spent chasing down every last thing that's trying to go wrong and fix it before opening night. So, yeah, with pinning on Friday, it's a bit like that. (Personal drama: dress I ordered didn't fit and clearly would look like crap even if it did. Found an outfit yesterday that I'm less than thrilled with but will have to do.)

In college, hell week is either finals week or the "reading week" some places schedule between classes and finals, which tends to become crammed with every study group and prep workshop ever perceived. Given that we took practice NCLEX exams yesterday and now have four 8-hour days of review ahead of us, it's a bit like that too.

Good news: apparently, if that practice NCLEX had been real, I'd have passed.

Bad news: I got 100% of the pediatric questions and 75% of the OB questions wrong. And I recognized less than half the drugs that came up (seriously, where did they come up with those???), though I weaseled my way around some of the questions just from the wording. All of which is apparently typical but still annoying.

Other good news: Niece's baptism Sunday was lovely ... once we found a priest. Seems there was a major SNAFU about the time of the service. I'm admittedly rusty on scripture these days, but when Jesus said that thing about the left hand not knowing what the right was doing, I'm pretty sure He didn't mean the admin versus the priests. For all that my mother drives me insane and we have reams of Issues, I do admire her pluck. How many other 70+ year-old women, upon discovering that their granddaughter's baptism may not happen due to bureaucratic idiocy, whip out a cell phone and call the archdiocese to demand a replacement be sent out? (How many have the archdiocese on speed dial, first off?) This was not how the replacement priest was found, but I still admire her for doing it.

There is also mega fannish squeefulness, some of which I can eventually talk about but not yet, some of which I just kind of can't at all without forever linking this handle with my full legal name. I'm bummed about that part, but not enough to take the shine off the squeeage.

Working on hospital residency app #3, which was late before I started due to confusing and conflicting application info. (If they don't hire me for this, I'm tempted to suggest they hire me to edit their website so that it doesn't provide date ranges for things to happen that would require a TARDIS, a Vortex Manipulator, or a Time Turner to actually make sense.) Keeping an eye on local hospitals that don't have new grad residency programs too, but nothing really there yet. (I actually wouldn't mind being in a float pool, but I'd like a residency type orientation first, with at least a couple of weeks on each unit prior to being turned loose to float, not just a few days on each that add up to a few weeks total. That just seems like a recipe for disaster.)

All of which is to say I'm sorry I've fallen behind (again) on drabbling and commenting and such, but I hope to catch up a bit once this week is done. Hugs to those that want 'em!
firefly124: Sam from ER on the phone asking, "Can you hear me now?" (samhearmenow by autumnfoxx)
Last night was my last clinical shift. W00t! (Also, eek!) Finally got to do 4 patients with meds on 4. Believe it or not, we had a patient shortage this semester that made it very difficult to make sure everyone got enough turns having 3 patients with meds and did 4 at least once.

Sixteen days until pinning.

One more lecture. One more panel. One more pharm exam. One more med sheet. And one more final.

And then of course the NCLEX, which I still don't really understand the registration process for. (The state wants you to file with the testing company first. The testing company wants you to file with the state first. I think I'm going to go with my classmate's suggestion to just mail them both out simultaneously. We actually have a separate online class that should be about getting our heads straight about stuff like this. It's not working.)

But! The point is: light at the end of the tunnel. Possibly not an oncoming train after all. Meep! Starting to apply to the few places that have new grad programs of some sort. The residency I wanted is timed all wrong, though there are rumors they may run another in March, which I'd definitely go for if I haven't found something by then.

Also, because apparently this must always be the case, last night's bit of fannish weirdness. )

Yes, I'm nuts. I thought we'd already established that?
firefly124: charlie bradbury grooving in a glass elevator (Default)
So, I've been on the road a lot lately with little time for my preferred method of studying, which mostly involves taking practice tests and then looking up whatever I get wrong, with a large dash of flash cards and study sheets. I always record lectures, but I mostly just scan through to things I've missed in my notes or need to clarify. With all this drive time, I actually re-listened to all the lectures for this last exam, figuring that was better than nothing.

Better than nothing. Hah!

Dude, either they just decided to go reaaaaaaallly easy on us, or I should totally have been doing this all along. Clearly, I'm going to spend from now until the final re-listening to the entire freaking semester, because I haven't seen a grade like this since 1st semester. *boggles*
firefly124: charlie bradbury grooving in a glass elevator (Default)
Today came with a loooooong to-do list. Smack in the middle of it was a student government meeting, which I've somehow managed to avoid ever attending at any college I've been to in my semi-professional-student life. So while in some regards I'd like that hour and a half of my life back, it was probably good to experience it once. Emphasis on once. Better since the one issue that had me there ended up being resolved with much, much, much less drama and venom than all the buildup had suggested there might be.

Less drama is good.

Governance not being allowed to censor us into the most G-rated campus I've ever set foot on is also good. No, seriously, it's actually kind of weird once you notice it. As that was at the root of some of the objections to our club changing its name, once that went away, things were much better.

Oh, what name change? Lengthy babble about how our GSA became The GASM League )

Have also somehow caught up all my paperwork for school. Click only if you want to be bored with my list of school work. Or want to freak out about what your workload may look like next semester, in one case. )

Next project: get packed to take off to the woods of upstate NY for a three day retreat.* I can't even begin to explain how much I need it. Last week was a disaster of epic proportions on multiple levels to the point that the fact I failed an exam (but have since somehow miraculously gained back enough points to pass) was actually the lowest priority blip on my radar. Considering how I used to wig out over an A-, that's saying something. So a weekend of meditation and Reiki and ritual and music is just what I need. Hopefully, when I check back in either Sunday night or sometime Monday, I'll be all refreshed, renewed, centered, and ready for anything. That's the goal anyway. :-)

Have a great weekend, all! *waves*
firefly124: charlie bradbury grooving in a glass elevator (Default)
Hoo, boy, have I got a lot of catching up to do! So, things that I'm grateful for, more or less associated with days on which I was particularly grateful for them.

Sun 8/15 - A Sunday with no commitments whatsoever to actually relax.
Mon 8/16 - A friend got good news on her husband's health status, which may not yet be great but is improving.
Tue 8/17 - Last visit with the in-laws of the summer. Sort of a mixed grat, but mainly that it went all right despite a near-fiasco assembling MiL's new flat-screen tv. And then disassembling it and packing it back up to be returned. After losing screws inside the tv set itself. It's actually very funny in retrospect.
Wed 8/18 - For being able to make lemonade out of lemons and spend a day at Kripalu doing yoga and workshops and hanging out with [personal profile] ubiquirk, whose other vacation plans had fallen through.
Thu 8/19 - Patsfan's birthday. Ummm. That we got to have a little time together despite work.
Fri 8/20 - Discovered flu shots available already! Got one before school could start nagging about it! (Later learned they've decided not to make it a requirement unless our specific assigned hospitals require it after all, but I was still very psyched Walgreens was offering them already. Regardless, it's done, and with the way the asthma has been, I should probably be getting it, required or not.)
Sat 8/21 - For the opportunity to spend a day with my new niece. I'd been feeling oddly disconnected, having only seen her at the hospital and then one other brief visit. So having a day of babysitting was actually very nice.
Sun 8/22 - That despite the rain, RI Pagan Pride Day went off well. (Note to self: next time, remember your audience when referring to Pagan Pride Day as PPD. Fellow nursing students are likely to misinterpret. *g*) Also, that people were so receptive to the Hellenic Temple of Apollon, Zeus, and Pan ritual. Usually, PPD closing rituals are a bit more open/generic. But folks were very receptive, whether they participated or observed. Also grateful to Tim for opening up the last round of libations to other Gods. Obviously, I included Kwan Yin. Another Temple member later said he'd bet someone I'd do that. My response? "Seriously, what idiot took that bet? That was a gimme!"
Mon 8/23 - I think I spent most of the day in bed recovering from the weekend. I think I've already been grateful for having a day to do that earlier this month, so I need to come up with something else. Unfortunately, as that is probably all I did, I'm not sure what else there is!
Tue 8/24 - New student orientation went well. Other GSA members showed this time as well, so we got to hang out a bit. Got quite a few people interested in joining too.
Wed 8/25 - Local library has wifi, making it a safe place to escape to whilst the landlord cut a hole in our bedroom wall. (Originally tried staying home, just at the other end of the apartment. Lungs decided that wasn't good enough.)
Thu 8/26 - Kind of covered by drive-by post: 1st day back was survived.
Fri 8/27 - Personality Disorder Role-Play Theater! No, seriously, that was the absolute best part of the whole day. The prof who designed this should do more stuff like this instead of reading her PowerPoints to us. Interactivity=much better learning experience. I got to be Adam Avoidant, which probably came off more like Social Anxiety Disorder than Avoidant Personality Disorder, but seemed to more or less work anyway.
Sat 8/28 - Angel Food Ministries. So far, I'm very pleased with the program and the site. This month, I had enough leftover frozen meats that I just got the fruit & veggie box, and it all looked good when I unpacked it. We'll see whether that continues once we get into fall and winter and things are out of season, but for now, it's working out really well.
Sun 8/29 - I'm grateful that my other niece (on Patsfan's side) is progressing well enough in her pregnancy that her shower today is still on. There have been concerns about placenta previa and possible pre-eclampsia, so this is definitely a non-trivial thing. Just about a month to go. Looking forward to meeting my third great-niece. (Well, second great-niece. Other is a great-nephew. Again, where is the gender-neutral collective for this relationship? Grrr.)
firefly124: drusilla - sanity is overrated (sanity overrated from willow_kat)
It's truly disturbing the extent to which I am in complete denial that school resumes tomorrow. I've caught myself dozens of times making plans for my day tomorrow that do not involve getting my butt to class by 8am. Not good.
firefly124: charlie bradbury grooving in a glass elevator (Default)
Will resume trying to read flist after I finally get to see the second part of EoT, because even half the spoiler cuts in various comms are using spoilery text. Meanwhile, memery.

How I fared with 2009's goals and what I'm setting for 2010. )
The past decade in review. )
Okay, that's just about enough navel gazing. Happy new year, all!

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