Night shifts and one sweet reggae mix

I went back to work on the 25th after being sick the previous week, fully expecting a few more weeks of phase 3 orientation...nope. Buddied...bam. I almost shit a brick. It, despite the initial shock, ended up being a decent day. I did my first road trip to CT by myself and discharged someone to the VA. I survived that day and have survived since then, making some mistakes but that is to be expected as I am learning and always will be learning. Doesn't stop me from beating myself up though but it is what it is. I don't like the ICU...really not sure if I want to go to CRNA school bad enough to do this for the next year or two. I feel like a lost soul with no passion or direction. All I know is that most times, I no longer want to be a nurse. What else would I do?! Enough of this.

The end of June saw The Baron for Dave's bday, baked ziti for mine, and chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting for us. Yum! On the 30th, after a 3 day stretch, I got up early and headed to the Conway area to spend the day with Danielle, Jaime, and Madison. We spent the day floating down the Saco and it was fantastic. Hot day, ice cold water. They were staying at Leah's for the week and ending it with a little special ceremony. We ended the day with chinese food, ice cream, and a jeep ride up through the notch, to the base of Washington, and back. So beautiful. A perfect day.

I worked July 4th but was able to celebrate the holiday with a cook out at Denise and Eric's new house in Nashua. Chilling, booze, lots of food, and a walk. The next weekend, Dayna and I had a fun game night at my house with pizza and the adult version of Apples to Apples...good times! Got my AC put in, had a quiet Sunday watching Germany win the world cup because Sheila had to cancel her BBQ due to forecasted storms. Ended up for the best because I was damn tired.

0730 Saturday the 19th began my summer vacation...the best week of the year within the best season of the year. I kicked it off with a little nap and dragging my butt out of bed to head to a SOJA (formerly Soldiers Of Jah Army) concert at Meadowbrook. We made a pitstop at a salon, got feathers put in our hair, and stuffed our faces with delicious food topped off with a milkshake. So full I couldn't booze at the venue...lol. Damn, I love reggae concerts. Makes me so happy. We stopped for a drink on the way home. I headed to the farm in CT the next day, arriving just in time for dinner at the main house with Hal, Ruth, Henry, David, Pauline, and Carol. Good times lol. I was there until Thursday. Spent time at the lake, the pool, catching up with Corey, and eating delicious food. I even made it to the gym once during one of my aunt and uncle's training sessions. I also got together with Elaine, my roommate my first two years at CSC, one evening for a few hours. Haven't seen her since senior year. It was so nice to reminisce, catch up and talk about various things in life; it really didn't seem like all these years had passed, we picked up right where some things left off. I love being at the farm, brings me back to the summer of 05. I'd love to have a school year nursing gig and live and work on the farm during the summer. If only...

I came back to a busy last weekend of vacation. Dayna and I went to the BBQ fest at Harpoon in Windsor on Saturday, followed by ice cream. Again, so disgustingly full. It was fun even though running into some OR former coworkers left a lot to be desired. People can be really disappointing. Over it. On Sunday, we had a truck stop breakfast and made Thanksgiving dinner in July, had some gnarly thunderstorms with hail.

This entry is short and sweet. I wish I had verbal diarrhea that spilled all over the computer, but, I do not. With that being said, unisom has taken over my brain and I must sleep for as long as I can because my marathon of night shifts continues tomorrow. My body has adapted well, although, the other night, I slept from 11p to 4p, only waking up a few times. Oops and messed up. Anyways. The invisalign process is still going strong. I'm beginning the process of getting tested to see (highly unlikely) if I am a bone marrow match for my Aunt Cynthia. She needs a bone marrow transplant as her disease process is estimated to consume in 3-5 years. According to DHMC, my first step is entering the database on bethematch.org. All I want to find out is simply am I a match or not. You never know unless you take the time to find out. Even if I'm not, my mind will atleast be at ease. This is scenario is especially difficult because all I've ever expected of my mom and her siblings is Grammy-like longevity. Not ready for this.

On a brighter not, I started working on a sweet reggae mix. I can't wait until it is complete and burned and cranked in my car with miles ahead. Sweet solace. Ok, really need to head to bed...with a little bathroom pitstop ;)