After a longer than expected drive, I'm home for the holidays! Apparently I'm not the only one who headed home today, as it seemed like all of Texas was on I-45 at the exact same time, parked. I've gotta say, moving 55 miles in 2 and a half hours is not ideal, but whatever. I'm home, and it's my favorite time of the year!
I'm currently curled up in bed, in my new brown and blue snowflake sheets, courtesy of my mom. They were on my bed when I got home, and I love them. My bathroom is also festive, with Christmas candles and hand towels, and a mini tree. Yah, my mom's cool.
Baylie is snuggled up next to me...under the blankets, head on pillow, snoring. (no, I'm not making this up.) After about 15 minutes of giving me the cold shoulder, running from me, and hiding, she came around. The dog has an attitude. It's actually kind of ridiculous, I love it. I guess she decided that I abandoned her, and that was her way of letting me know? She's living with my parents post-storm, until I graduate. Not my favorite situation, but they love her, and she loves them, I just miss her. Now she won't leave my side. I will have a yorki-poo shadow for the next two weeks :)
My mom and one of her friends spent hours making homemade cinnamon rolls, cookies, and toffee tonight. As well as tortilla soup. My house smelled awesome, and it all tasted great. This next week will be filled with holiday baking for our friends and family. A Christmas tradition.
Our house and neighborhood are all decorated. It makes me happy. Several of my friends are coming to town in the next couple of days, and I can't wait to see them all. These are just a couple of things that make me happy to be home for the holidays.
And if you were needing something to look foward to, try this...over the next week my goal is to update y'all on the fun things I've been doing over the past couple of weeks, pictures included. What are these things you ask? Well, you will just have to stay tuned to find out!
I'm going to sleep now. I'm not setting an alarm. I don't have to be anywhere tomorrow, and I can sleep however late. This is the life. This is great. G'nite :)
Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
In the News
First and foremost, Hurricane Season is officially OVER! Finished. Complete. Done. Yesterday's News. And the next season will not start until I'm off of this island. Thank God. This is great news!
[How's this for irony: Hurricane IKE had the highest IKE of any Atlantic storm in history. IKE stands for Integrated Kinetic Energy, and is a measurement of storm surge destructive potential. The highest, and most destructive rating, is a 6. Our precious little friend IKE was rated a 5.6. IKE had the highest IKE. Ironic. Ha]
And today's top 2 headline picks...
ARMLESS WOMAN PILOTS PLANE WITH FEET
AMPUTATION SURGERY VIA TEXT MESSAGE
Weird, huh? Nope, haven't read them. I will do that next. But thank you CNN.com for making me laugh at the headlines.
Off to clinicals. Ready for the weekend!
[How's this for irony: Hurricane IKE had the highest IKE of any Atlantic storm in history. IKE stands for Integrated Kinetic Energy, and is a measurement of storm surge destructive potential. The highest, and most destructive rating, is a 6. Our precious little friend IKE was rated a 5.6. IKE had the highest IKE. Ironic. Ha]
And today's top 2 headline picks...
ARMLESS WOMAN PILOTS PLANE WITH FEET
AMPUTATION SURGERY VIA TEXT MESSAGE
Weird, huh? Nope, haven't read them. I will do that next. But thank you CNN.com for making me laugh at the headlines.
Off to clinicals. Ready for the weekend!
Monday, November 24, 2008
6th Album, 6th Picture
My friend Alison did this, and tagged me to do the same. What's the challenge? Go to My Pictures on your computer, open the 6th folder, and post the 6th picture. Here is mine!...
THEN....
and NOW
Me and one of my most favorite people, miss Katie Green :) Katie is without a doubt one of my best friends. In fact, I think my family sometimes forgets she's not a Frederick, and wish that she was. (my two little cousins named their puppies Jessi and Kate, haha)
This picture was taken just a couple months ago, at our annual McDonald's breakfast. Sounds weird, right? Let me explain...
Every year since 6th grade, a group of 5 of us (Amy, Alison, Katie, Ashley, and me) have gone to McDonald's for breakfast on the last day of school. The same five friends, and we have never missed a year. Even though we all live in different places, we make it a point to come back to Waco, and have our traditional McDonald's breakfast, at the same McDonald's. (Don't be grossed out...its not like we love the food. Tradition people, c'mon!)
It's funny how much things have changed since then, and how some things have stayed the same. We've gone from putting on blue mascara in the bathroom and hoping our moms didn't notice (we had a retro dance for the last day of school in 6th grade haha), to trying on our bridesmaids dresses for Amy's wedding after we left breakfast this past year. It's sad that we don't all get to be together very often, but it's awesome when we do!
I cannot tell you how much I love these girls. Each of them have been such an important part of my life. We are all so incredibly different from eachother, it's ridiculous! We laugh about how opposite we are, but it works. It's us. I'm blessed to have such great friends and to have friendships that truly are lifelong.
And for your viewing pleasure, a couple more McDonald's pics...
THEN....
and NOW
Okay, now it's YOUR TURN! And my people to tag are...(drum roll please)...
Laura, Jen, Nicki, Erin, Courtney, Rachel, and Katie :) [HAVE FUN!]
Monday, November 17, 2008
Just call me BOZO...
...because I look like a clown.
I have my infamous bright red eye look that I've come to despise so much over the years.
Left eye=painful, red, puffy. AKA, left eye is DISGUSTING.
So my question is: Would you still be friends with me if I had it removed? You would still hang out with "that girl one eye" wouldn't you?
Because I'm contemplating orogolomistician surgery. Or in layman's terms, eye surgery. (*Disclaimer: I'm not really sure if orogolomistician is the correct terminology in this situation, but according to my old friend Wikipedia it means eye surgery...and in my opinion it sounds way cooler. And it makes me sound like I actually learned something in nursing school. Nope, wikipedia to the rescue.)
Full removal of my eyeball is actually my preference at this point. I'm going to student wellness shortly, and will discuss my ideas with them to see how they feel about it.
Seeing as the UTMB student wellness center is temporarily relocated to an old office on the 3rd floor of the school of nursing building, which is still covered in butcher paper, tape, and sawdust and smells like formaldehyde from the cadaver lab that got moved to the 2nd floor, I'm not sure this is a perfect idea. I would think orogolomistician surgery needs to be performed in the most sterile of environments. But I'm weighing my options. Painful disgusting eye, or no eye at all. I think the choice is clear. Clean environment or not.
So after today, you might have to forever be friends with the girl with one eye.
I have my infamous bright red eye look that I've come to despise so much over the years.
Left eye=painful, red, puffy. AKA, left eye is DISGUSTING.
So my question is: Would you still be friends with me if I had it removed? You would still hang out with "that girl one eye" wouldn't you?
Because I'm contemplating orogolomistician surgery. Or in layman's terms, eye surgery. (*Disclaimer: I'm not really sure if orogolomistician is the correct terminology in this situation, but according to my old friend Wikipedia it means eye surgery...and in my opinion it sounds way cooler. And it makes me sound like I actually learned something in nursing school. Nope, wikipedia to the rescue.)
Full removal of my eyeball is actually my preference at this point. I'm going to student wellness shortly, and will discuss my ideas with them to see how they feel about it.
Seeing as the UTMB student wellness center is temporarily relocated to an old office on the 3rd floor of the school of nursing building, which is still covered in butcher paper, tape, and sawdust and smells like formaldehyde from the cadaver lab that got moved to the 2nd floor, I'm not sure this is a perfect idea. I would think orogolomistician surgery needs to be performed in the most sterile of environments. But I'm weighing my options. Painful disgusting eye, or no eye at all. I think the choice is clear. Clean environment or not.
So after today, you might have to forever be friends with the girl with one eye.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
50 is the new 20
Think back to when you were a kid. Now try to remember just how OLD you thought some people were...even your parents, who were probably barely even thirty by the time you were old enough to have the "I'm cooler than everyone" attitude. Even at a young age, you realized that past a certain point old=uncool/unfun. (minus the high school and college years of course, which were forever the cool years in your six year old mind).
Right then and there, you tell yourself that you won't let that happen to you. You will forever be fun, and forever be cool. Even when you're old, you'll be the fun one.
Then that dreaded day comes. The day when you're only 23 years old, sitting on the couch in sweat pants, socks, and an old t-shirt, eating honey nut cheerios out of a styrofoam bowl for dinner, complaining about how tired you are and how much your feet hurt...on a Friday night. And that's when it hits you. You're officially lame. And officially BORING.
This is my story. How sad, but it's true. I would love to tell you about all of the amazing adventures that have been going on in my life lately. But well, let's be honest, there's not really much to report. All of my days sort of blend together, because pretty much all of my days are the same.
My typical day includes: (in no particular order) Choosing between cereal or a mini jalapeno kolache from Home Cut Donuts for breakfast. Clinicals. Studying. Facebooking for too long. Homework. Noticing a new boat in a random place that we've somehow missed the first hundred times we drove past it. Working on ridiculous care plans. Talking about what we want for dinner for more than an hour, and inevitably settling on Subway or Fema tuna because that's often the only option. Case Studies. Driving down the seawall. Watching the news or some TLC re-run to avoid studying. Being frustrated with UTMB for new reasons. And talking about what fun things we wish we could be doing.
All in a day's work. Exciting huh? No. Not exciting. Lame, and boring. It's okay, I already know.
And tonight, as I sit here on my bed doing homework, there's a big party going on downstairs. Everyone's all dressed up and enjoying dinner, full bar, and DJ. Who's at this party? Old people. What the heck happened? All I know is they are for sure having more fun than me. And are therefore officially more fun than me.
Apparently 50 is the 20. And I just got a little more lame.
Right then and there, you tell yourself that you won't let that happen to you. You will forever be fun, and forever be cool. Even when you're old, you'll be the fun one.
Then that dreaded day comes. The day when you're only 23 years old, sitting on the couch in sweat pants, socks, and an old t-shirt, eating honey nut cheerios out of a styrofoam bowl for dinner, complaining about how tired you are and how much your feet hurt...on a Friday night. And that's when it hits you. You're officially lame. And officially BORING.
This is my story. How sad, but it's true. I would love to tell you about all of the amazing adventures that have been going on in my life lately. But well, let's be honest, there's not really much to report. All of my days sort of blend together, because pretty much all of my days are the same.
My typical day includes: (in no particular order) Choosing between cereal or a mini jalapeno kolache from Home Cut Donuts for breakfast. Clinicals. Studying. Facebooking for too long. Homework. Noticing a new boat in a random place that we've somehow missed the first hundred times we drove past it. Working on ridiculous care plans. Talking about what we want for dinner for more than an hour, and inevitably settling on Subway or Fema tuna because that's often the only option. Case Studies. Driving down the seawall. Watching the news or some TLC re-run to avoid studying. Being frustrated with UTMB for new reasons. And talking about what fun things we wish we could be doing.
All in a day's work. Exciting huh? No. Not exciting. Lame, and boring. It's okay, I already know.
And tonight, as I sit here on my bed doing homework, there's a big party going on downstairs. Everyone's all dressed up and enjoying dinner, full bar, and DJ. Who's at this party? Old people. What the heck happened? All I know is they are for sure having more fun than me. And are therefore officially more fun than me.
Apparently 50 is the 20. And I just got a little more lame.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Awkward has 2 W's
Everyone goes through their "awkward stage", right? Some are more painful than others, but we've all been there. Glasses, braces, bad clothes choices, bad hair, acne, whatever...all awkward. Well I was fortunate to have it all. And even more lucky to be one of the chosen teenagers whose awkward stage lasted for years! Cool. And there are too many pictures to prove it.
I would show a picture, but now I won't. Why? Because I showed MA one just a minute ago, and she still hasn't stopped laughing. In fact, she's crying. Yes, she's laughing so hard she's crying. At a picture of me from Jr. High.
Her exact comment? "Jessica! It looks like your head got stuck in a three-speed blender!"
Gotta love honest friends? I guess. HA. And gotta love never having to be in jr. high again.
After all, I don't need the braces and blender hair, I'm doing just fine figuring out ways to be awkward enough without them.
I would show a picture, but now I won't. Why? Because I showed MA one just a minute ago, and she still hasn't stopped laughing. In fact, she's crying. Yes, she's laughing so hard she's crying. At a picture of me from Jr. High.
Her exact comment? "Jessica! It looks like your head got stuck in a three-speed blender!"
Gotta love honest friends? I guess. HA. And gotta love never having to be in jr. high again.
After all, I don't need the braces and blender hair, I'm doing just fine figuring out ways to be awkward enough without them.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Yah, Never Mind.
Everything in the last post is no longer true. Laura is not going to be our senator. Thanks UTMB. Seriously, you suck. In so many ways, you suck.
And I have yet another thing to add to my "WHY I HATE UTMB" list.
April 24=no more UTMB.
And I have yet another thing to add to my "WHY I HATE UTMB" list.
April 24=no more UTMB.
Monday, November 3, 2008
The Results are IN! And the WINNER is.....
LAURA WARREN!
Confused? That's understandable. While most of us have been engrossed in the presidential election over the past couple of months, it seems we have all but forgotten about an equally important election. What election could that be you ask? Why that would be the SGA elections for good ol' UTMB. More importantly the neck-to-neck race for the coveted position of Senator of the School of Nursing.
This is how it all went down. Just a couple days ago Mary Alice and I were sitting around "studying." When the all-important e-mail, the life changing e-mail finds its way into our school inbox. The title read something like this..."Just a reminder that TODAY is the deadline to vote for the UTMB SGA Elections." First of all, who knew UTMB even had a student government? I mean, I guess I assumed they did, but who knows, that could have gotten washed away with IKE along with the rest of the school. At this point, it wouldn't surprise me! Anyways, I digress.
Okay, so UTMB student government elections. Being the civic minded people that we are (or the perfecters of the art of procrastination?) we of course had to vote. But when we clicked on the link, much to our dismay, there wasn't a single person running for Senator of the School of Nursing. That's when we got our bright idea! We would nominate Laura. Why not? She wasn't there to stop us. It would be funny. After all, it could never actually happen. Right? And if she did win, she would actually be great at it. (*If you know Laura, you understand. If you don't know Laura, your loss.*)
So we nominated our "write-in candidate"...Laura Warren...and laughed as we did it. We figured we'd get Brittany in on the deal, just for good measure...and so began our role as CAMPAIGN MANAGERS. (Who knew it'd be so easy to be a campaign manager? All we did was send one little text message. And people think it's hard? Psssh.)
After we stopped laughing, we called our candidate to inform her that she in fact was running for student government. "LAAAAUUURRRRAAAA, we nominated you for student senator for the SON!" And in Laura fashion, she responded with a giggle, excited as ever. To be honest, we expected nothing less. That's Laura!
And then it came. Yesterday, Outlook Express had the information that made our dreams come true. And now I'd like to introduce you to UTMB's newest SON Senator...Miss Laura Warren!
No, we're not really sure what the senator of the SON is really supposed to do. Not at all actually. But whatever, that's trivial details...LAURA WON! And we're excited! :)
Confused? That's understandable. While most of us have been engrossed in the presidential election over the past couple of months, it seems we have all but forgotten about an equally important election. What election could that be you ask? Why that would be the SGA elections for good ol' UTMB. More importantly the neck-to-neck race for the coveted position of Senator of the School of Nursing.
This is how it all went down. Just a couple days ago Mary Alice and I were sitting around "studying." When the all-important e-mail, the life changing e-mail finds its way into our school inbox. The title read something like this..."Just a reminder that TODAY is the deadline to vote for the UTMB SGA Elections." First of all, who knew UTMB even had a student government? I mean, I guess I assumed they did, but who knows, that could have gotten washed away with IKE along with the rest of the school. At this point, it wouldn't surprise me! Anyways, I digress.
Okay, so UTMB student government elections. Being the civic minded people that we are (or the perfecters of the art of procrastination?) we of course had to vote. But when we clicked on the link, much to our dismay, there wasn't a single person running for Senator of the School of Nursing. That's when we got our bright idea! We would nominate Laura. Why not? She wasn't there to stop us. It would be funny. After all, it could never actually happen. Right? And if she did win, she would actually be great at it. (*If you know Laura, you understand. If you don't know Laura, your loss.*)
So we nominated our "write-in candidate"...Laura Warren...and laughed as we did it. We figured we'd get Brittany in on the deal, just for good measure...and so began our role as CAMPAIGN MANAGERS. (Who knew it'd be so easy to be a campaign manager? All we did was send one little text message. And people think it's hard? Psssh.)
After we stopped laughing, we called our candidate to inform her that she in fact was running for student government. "LAAAAUUURRRRAAAA, we nominated you for student senator for the SON!" And in Laura fashion, she responded with a giggle, excited as ever. To be honest, we expected nothing less. That's Laura!
And then it came. Yesterday, Outlook Express had the information that made our dreams come true. And now I'd like to introduce you to UTMB's newest SON Senator...Miss Laura Warren!
And her two awesome campaign managers!
Scary, isn't it? And now, with our powers combined, we might have some say in this school! Or at least have the inside scoop before everyone else, lol.
But obviously, we are very serious nursing students. Very serious.
No, we're not really sure what the senator of the SON is really supposed to do. Not at all actually. But whatever, that's trivial details...LAURA WON! And we're excited! :)
So, this is proof that YOUR VOTE COUNTS! So in light of this inspirational tale, GO VOTE!
(I did, via mail, and I am beyond excited for tonight! In fact, we made red, white, and blue election cookies for the occassion. haha)
Friday, October 31, 2008
Light at the End of the Tunnel
Ever have days where you just feel yuck...like a "BLAH" day? The type of day when you don't want to do any of the things you have to do, and everything you want to do you can't do? Or you'd just as soon do nothing all day? Welcome to today. And it's not even 9am. Attitude adjustment needed? Check. I'll get right on that. ;)
[Disclaimer: It's Halloween...and it's Baylor Homecoming weekend. And I guess I might be just a little disappointed. I wish I could go and play with everyone this weekend. But, there's always next year! :) ]
THE GOOD NEWS IS...I'm a little over 1/2 way through with this program. HALLELUJAH! To be honest, I don't mind it here...and there are days when I love it! I'm just ready for this school craziness to be over. But right about the time I started feeling overwhelmed, I got this e-mail from my dad, and it made me smile :) ...
Best I can tell this is (roughly) the half way point of your program. CONGRATULATIONS. Mom & I are very proud of you. In six more months you can set aside the books and you get to pick your schedule. As challanging as the first six months have been, they sure seem to have passed qucikly (maybe not for you). I hope the next six pass without quite as much drama. I love you and miss you - Your Dad
There's light at the end of the tunnel. :)
Until then, off to study, and working in Houston this weekend.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN and SIC 'EM BEARS!
[Disclaimer: It's Halloween...and it's Baylor Homecoming weekend. And I guess I might be just a little disappointed. I wish I could go and play with everyone this weekend. But, there's always next year! :) ]
THE GOOD NEWS IS...I'm a little over 1/2 way through with this program. HALLELUJAH! To be honest, I don't mind it here...and there are days when I love it! I'm just ready for this school craziness to be over. But right about the time I started feeling overwhelmed, I got this e-mail from my dad, and it made me smile :) ...
Best I can tell this is (roughly) the half way point of your program. CONGRATULATIONS. Mom & I are very proud of you. In six more months you can set aside the books and you get to pick your schedule. As challanging as the first six months have been, they sure seem to have passed qucikly (maybe not for you). I hope the next six pass without quite as much drama. I love you and miss you - Your Dad
There's light at the end of the tunnel. :)
Until then, off to study, and working in Houston this weekend.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN and SIC 'EM BEARS!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Falling into Fall
Yesterday we carved pumpkins, made Halloween cookies, and decorated cupcakes. Yesterday we did nothing school-related. Yesterday was great.
Today has been all school.
Friday = Laura, MA, and I are entering the UTMB pumpkin carving contest. Ridiculous? I know.
Today has been all school.
Friday = Laura, MA, and I are entering the UTMB pumpkin carving contest. Ridiculous? I know.
I love my "Refugee Fam."
Laura and Mary Alice and their cupcake creations.
THE carpool...carving pumpkins at the boathouse.
Me and Brittany...while they were waiting for me to be done.
(I was the last one to finish my pumpkin. Shocking, I know.)
(I was the last one to finish my pumpkin. Shocking, I know.)
And YES, we are in fact considering becoming professional pumpkin carvers. (Sure beats nursing school!)
This is what we do.
I laugh. A lot.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Quick Update
I've been told an update is needed...but life is moving ridiculously fast right now, so here's a quick update.
Last weekend was awesome. I got to see my family, and Baylie (who is now living with my parents in Waco until I graduate...and I really miss her). It was a much-needed break.
This week has been discouraging, to say the least. Tuesday might have been one of the roughest days thus far.
Today has been good. I got a bed. A twin bed. From a super shady place, because it is one of two places with mattresses on the island at this time. The people just delivered it. It is pretty much in the middle of my friend's living room/study. That's where I'll sleep. We laugh, it's funny.
I'm about to go eat lunch. Then go to "FREE POP DAY"...where they are giving us "FREE POP"...pop-tarts, soda pop, popcorn, corn pops, popsicles. YUM and yay for FREE. Then it's study time, again.
I promise I'll give a better update soon.
Last weekend was awesome. I got to see my family, and Baylie (who is now living with my parents in Waco until I graduate...and I really miss her). It was a much-needed break.
This week has been discouraging, to say the least. Tuesday might have been one of the roughest days thus far.
Today has been good. I got a bed. A twin bed. From a super shady place, because it is one of two places with mattresses on the island at this time. The people just delivered it. It is pretty much in the middle of my friend's living room/study. That's where I'll sleep. We laugh, it's funny.
I'm about to go eat lunch. Then go to "FREE POP DAY"...where they are giving us "FREE POP"...pop-tarts, soda pop, popcorn, corn pops, popsicles. YUM and yay for FREE. Then it's study time, again.
I promise I'll give a better update soon.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Picture This
the path leading to my front door
yes, we are that serious about mold clean-up.
apparently i missed the section in our nursing classes that said covering up wounds with duck tape was a good idea.
bedside table
example of how moldy things were...even when they never got wet by the flood water
my guest bed...you're welcome to come stay with me ;) haha
my "Fundamentals of Nursing" book...I'm sure somewhere in there it says something about how contact with mold and mold spores is dangerous for your health!
just the beginnings of the ever-expanding trash pile
my dad disinfecting my bear...yes, i'm 23 years old, and i still have the bear from when i was a baby. and yes, i brought him to college with me...even my second time around
the guitar
attempting to dry out some of the clothes
my parents after a long hot day of moldy fun...and their beverly hill billies truck. and thank you dolphin world for my amazing bright blue sunglasses.
thank you, FEMA.
my char-car
Murdoch's...a souvenier shop that used to be an L-shaped building out over the water
where the Balinese Room once was
Aunt Margie's...this was where we bought our bait for our fishing days.
the look of success...MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. Out with the old, now onto new things.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Ike Aftermath...and My "New Normal"
I have a million pictures I want to share with y'all, a million more things I want to tell you about, and not enough time or space to successfully do either. But I will try.
The most important thing I need to say is thank you. So many people have reached out to me in some way over the past couple of weeks, and I cannot fully express how grateful I am or how much it has meant to me. Everything from a much needed phone call or message, to opening up your home to me, to free meals...thank you.
So, I know it's been a while since I last posted. I have been staying in Galveston, and have not had internet access. Yesterday we were able to check our e-mail at a FEMA station on the island. Tonight there are 5 of us staying with a lady from our program who lives in League City and has been kind enough to open up her home to whoever needs a place to stay.
Mary Alice and I drove onto the island bright and early Thursday morning. The interstate is lined with debris from the storm. There are countless boats covering the median and grassy areas beside the the roadways. Cops are everywhere, watching for looters, directing traffic, and helping to keep everything running as smoothly as possible.
Before we went to work on my apartment, we decided to drive around the island. It seems like every street, every home, and every business was somehow affected by Ike. People's homes are destroyed. People's family businesses are gone. There are trash piles everywhere, and they all smell less than pleasant. But they are filled with children's toys, furniture, books, photos...you name it, and it's on the curb.
Regardless of what I lost, and how this storm has affected me, I feel fortunate. I know it can all be replaced, and somehow it will be replaced. I've had a place to stay since we evacuated. I've been surrounded by people I love, and love me. This storm has completely devistated some people's entire lives, in every way possible.
Okay...so my apartment. Well, it did not fair well. The path up to the door was covered with debris that we had to clear away. We opened the door, and had to walk away. The smell was beyond horribble. I cannot explain just how bad everything in my apartment smelled. GROSS. I was able to save a TV, some DVDs, a kitchen table, side table, some clothes, a couple pairs of shoes, dishes, and some decorations. Everything else, gone. 2 bedroom, fully furnished apartment, flooded and moldy, and put in a trash pile.
It's the things that cannot be replaced that were the hardest. Journals I've written in for years. Bibles that important people in my life have given me. Photo album. My favorite books. First guitar. Gifts. Yes, they're just worldly possessions, but some of these things have sentimental value. Bedding, towels, furniture, appliances, clothes, shoes, school books, tv, decorations, movies, games...all important to me, but all can be replaced in time. I realize now that most things in my life have been a luxury, and not essential for everyday life.
But there is a certain comfort in being surrounded by the things you've chosen, the things you've decorated your home with, and the things you love. There's a comfort in having somewhat of a routine, a purpose, and your own safe haven to relax.
Now I have a new normal. I actually just finished talking with some other girls from my class, and we decided that we all have a new normal...and nothing's normal. I'm living with my friend Mary Alice indefinitely. Her apartment finally got power and water. But the water still isn't safe to drink. We get ice, water, and food from FEMA. And for the past few days, Kroger has provided free hot lunch. TIDE set up a mobile station where they wash a load of clothes for us for free. I realize now how much the little things make a difference, and just how far a kind gesture really goes. There's not much open on the island at all. It's interesting to say the least. For now, we share her car. We share her school books. We share her apartment. I'm invading her space, and she's okay with it. She's welcoming. I appreciate it more than ever.
My parents came Friday, without a UHaul, and took home the rest of my clothes. They are being specially washed by my mom and aunt. My family is awesome.
I love my friends, I love my family. I'm doing okay, and I know I'll be just fine. No, this is not what I expected to happen in a million years, but it's just a little bump in the road...our theme has become LAUGH SO YOU DON'T CRY.
Soon I will post pictures...so stay tuned!
The most important thing I need to say is thank you. So many people have reached out to me in some way over the past couple of weeks, and I cannot fully express how grateful I am or how much it has meant to me. Everything from a much needed phone call or message, to opening up your home to me, to free meals...thank you.
So, I know it's been a while since I last posted. I have been staying in Galveston, and have not had internet access. Yesterday we were able to check our e-mail at a FEMA station on the island. Tonight there are 5 of us staying with a lady from our program who lives in League City and has been kind enough to open up her home to whoever needs a place to stay.
Mary Alice and I drove onto the island bright and early Thursday morning. The interstate is lined with debris from the storm. There are countless boats covering the median and grassy areas beside the the roadways. Cops are everywhere, watching for looters, directing traffic, and helping to keep everything running as smoothly as possible.
Before we went to work on my apartment, we decided to drive around the island. It seems like every street, every home, and every business was somehow affected by Ike. People's homes are destroyed. People's family businesses are gone. There are trash piles everywhere, and they all smell less than pleasant. But they are filled with children's toys, furniture, books, photos...you name it, and it's on the curb.
Regardless of what I lost, and how this storm has affected me, I feel fortunate. I know it can all be replaced, and somehow it will be replaced. I've had a place to stay since we evacuated. I've been surrounded by people I love, and love me. This storm has completely devistated some people's entire lives, in every way possible.
Okay...so my apartment. Well, it did not fair well. The path up to the door was covered with debris that we had to clear away. We opened the door, and had to walk away. The smell was beyond horribble. I cannot explain just how bad everything in my apartment smelled. GROSS. I was able to save a TV, some DVDs, a kitchen table, side table, some clothes, a couple pairs of shoes, dishes, and some decorations. Everything else, gone. 2 bedroom, fully furnished apartment, flooded and moldy, and put in a trash pile.
It's the things that cannot be replaced that were the hardest. Journals I've written in for years. Bibles that important people in my life have given me. Photo album. My favorite books. First guitar. Gifts. Yes, they're just worldly possessions, but some of these things have sentimental value. Bedding, towels, furniture, appliances, clothes, shoes, school books, tv, decorations, movies, games...all important to me, but all can be replaced in time. I realize now that most things in my life have been a luxury, and not essential for everyday life.
But there is a certain comfort in being surrounded by the things you've chosen, the things you've decorated your home with, and the things you love. There's a comfort in having somewhat of a routine, a purpose, and your own safe haven to relax.
Now I have a new normal. I actually just finished talking with some other girls from my class, and we decided that we all have a new normal...and nothing's normal. I'm living with my friend Mary Alice indefinitely. Her apartment finally got power and water. But the water still isn't safe to drink. We get ice, water, and food from FEMA. And for the past few days, Kroger has provided free hot lunch. TIDE set up a mobile station where they wash a load of clothes for us for free. I realize now how much the little things make a difference, and just how far a kind gesture really goes. There's not much open on the island at all. It's interesting to say the least. For now, we share her car. We share her school books. We share her apartment. I'm invading her space, and she's okay with it. She's welcoming. I appreciate it more than ever.
My parents came Friday, without a UHaul, and took home the rest of my clothes. They are being specially washed by my mom and aunt. My family is awesome.
I love my friends, I love my family. I'm doing okay, and I know I'll be just fine. No, this is not what I expected to happen in a million years, but it's just a little bump in the road...our theme has become LAUGH SO YOU DON'T CRY.
Soon I will post pictures...so stay tuned!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
"This is it, Don't Get Scared Now!"
First, if you can name what movie that came from you’ll be cool in my eyes forever…hint: it’s a childhood fave!
Okay, but seriously, tomorrow’s the big day, the day we are finally able to return to our hurricane-struck island. I’m on my way to
Mary Alice’s car is packed as if we are going into a war zone…or on a mission trip, for ourselves! We are equipped with rubber boots, N95 respirator masks, tall rubber gloves, goggles, insect repellent, bleach, disinfectant, and unfortunately lots of trash bags. I’m sure we will be looking good all geared up. Don’t worry, they are supplying the rat bait. Yes, rat bait! Apparently the rats are having a grand ol’ time on this deserted island! Sick out! Most of the island is still without water, sewer, or power. So tomorrow night we will be camping out at Mary Alice’s apartment, in the dark, no AC, bathing with bottled water, eating food cold from a can, or MRE’s (Meals Ready to Eat) supplied by FEMA. This will be interesting! But there's a small chance her apt has power and water by now? That will be awesome!
I know for sure that my apartment flooded, I had friends go by and check. I was informed yesterday that my lease is terminated, and I have five days from today to get all of my stuff out of my apartment. By now, the mold has had ample time to set in, and take over everything I own. The reality that the majority of my stuff may be lost has not fully set in. I know that the first thing we will do when we go into my apartment is open the windows to air out the apartment as much as possible, as every report I’ve gotten so far has said that the whole island has an unexplainable stench. And therefore my apartment most likely also smells horrible, not to mention the moisture building up inside. Then, we will completely tape shut my fridge/freezer and drag it to the curb for the garbage men to take. Then, I will have to sort through all of my clothes, all of my school stuff, all of my, well, all of my everything. I will have to decide what is salvageable, and what is even worth the effort of attempting to save. My parents are coming on Friday. They will bring a U-Haul, if there is enough left for a U-Haul.
It is still not safe for pets and children to come back on the island. So Baylie will stay behind, indefinitely. That is not fun, not fun at all. In the meantime, I’m homeless. Our next test is October 7. I do not know when I will be able to start clinicals again. Or where. Mary Alice has been kind enough to allow me to crash at her apartment until I can figure things out. Without that, I do not know what I would do. But now we have to figure out where our clinicals will be, and therefore where I need to live. Time will tell.
Oh yah, and did I mention I’m officially without a car as well. During Ike, my car somehow caught on fire, and is completely destroyed. Here’s the pic. (Yah, I know, it’s not the red car I’ve had since I was 15…that car bit the dust. This is the Durango, its replacement. I just inherited it in August).
I’m not sure what else there is to say for now. I’m anxious about tomorrow. This is a lot all at once. But I think I’m too stressed to cry. How's that for honesty? So here I go…this is it, don’t get scared now.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Galveston's Dream Team?
Bush just announced on national TV "I'm fixin' to go down to Galveston." Why thank you G-Dub, that is great. (and an extra thank you for your impeccable use of the English language)
Go meet up with Matt Lauer and Geraldo. Last I saw, Geraldo was up in a palm tree, holding on for dear life. Of course this was after his major wipe-out, and his hand up by the firefighters, so who knows where he is now. Maybe he's chillin' with Connie? Matt's on a roof somewhere, talking to the locals, wearing his best water-resistant "I'm reporting from a natural disaster" pants.
Matt, Geraldo, and G-Dub...Galveston's dream team? We'll take what we can get. But really?
Go meet up with Matt Lauer and Geraldo. Last I saw, Geraldo was up in a palm tree, holding on for dear life. Of course this was after his major wipe-out, and his hand up by the firefighters, so who knows where he is now. Maybe he's chillin' with Connie? Matt's on a roof somewhere, talking to the locals, wearing his best water-resistant "I'm reporting from a natural disaster" pants.
Matt, Geraldo, and G-Dub...Galveston's dream team? We'll take what we can get. But really?
Monday, September 15, 2008
The Waiting Game
Many of y'all told me to keep you posted on what goes down post-Ike. So here's the new info I know....NOTHING. I'm pretty much just playing the waiting game, and trying to be patient.
As most of you know, Galveston was directly hit by Hurricane Ike. The words used so far to describe the scene there are "catastrophic", "complete devastation", and "the new ground zero." Granted, it's the media's job to sensationalize everything, but this time the pictures speak for themselves. I've got to say, these past couple of days have kind of been surreal. I remember watching the news broadcasts of Katrina and all of its destruction, and wondering how that must feel. It's hard to put yourself in that situation. But this time it hits a lot closer to home.
I've lived in Galveston since April...and was finally starting to really like it there. For now, that's my home. We are reading a news forum that updates us on the condition of different places in Galveston, as well as looking at pictures from around the island. Soo many of our favorite restaurants, fishing places, hang-outs, or just the places we drive past everyday are either damaged or completely gone. That is WEIRD! And sad. Even the road I drive to school on is messed up. Seriously?
My life for the next couple of weeks-the next year is all one big unknown as of now. We've been told that it will be at least one week until they can get our hospital back up and running, and then they will start to restore the rest of the island. The entire island is currently without water, power, and phone service. I've heard estimates ranging from several weeks to months for when that will all be restored. But we have been told we are not allowed to return to the island until the search and rescue operations are completed, and there is power and potable water available. The causeway (the bridge on and off of the island) sustained damage as the road buckled, and there are currently boats on it. Yah, that's going to have to be fixed as well.
So for now, I'm waiting on word on how my apartment is. (I heard at one point that there was up to 6 feet of water inside). We are waiting to hear about our school. We are waiting to hear about everything as of now. Do I need to start buying new everything, seeing as all of my stuff may be molding and rotting as of now? Or is my apt untouched? Do I need to start looking for a place to live in San Antonio? (there are rumors we might have to relocate there...just a rumor? I DON'T KNOW!). Will I graduate in time? What do I do until then?
All of these unknowns and concerns pale in comparison to what other people are facing. People lost their entire homes, businesses, and loved ones. All of my friends and family in Houston/Galveston area are okay, that is really all that matters.
I am glad to have places to stay, and glad that I left. I am sad for Galveston. And sad for the loss people are experiencing. But it's still surreal.
Until then, I'm waiting. And possibly crashing on your couch soon. Check back for updates.
*PS-several people have asked..."Why would you leave your car?!?!" "Why didn't you take more stuff with you?!?!"...okay, here's the answer. Put yourself in that situation. The last major evacuation left people stranded on the interstate for hours on end, running out of gas, causing huge problems. And I was advised that it would be better to travel together. So that is why I left my car...so if we did get stranded, at least I wouldn't be by myself. My stuff? Well, it's kind of hard to pack up an entire apartment in the middle of the night. So I took the essentials. Hindsight's 20-20.
As most of you know, Galveston was directly hit by Hurricane Ike. The words used so far to describe the scene there are "catastrophic", "complete devastation", and "the new ground zero." Granted, it's the media's job to sensationalize everything, but this time the pictures speak for themselves. I've got to say, these past couple of days have kind of been surreal. I remember watching the news broadcasts of Katrina and all of its destruction, and wondering how that must feel. It's hard to put yourself in that situation. But this time it hits a lot closer to home.
I've lived in Galveston since April...and was finally starting to really like it there. For now, that's my home. We are reading a news forum that updates us on the condition of different places in Galveston, as well as looking at pictures from around the island. Soo many of our favorite restaurants, fishing places, hang-outs, or just the places we drive past everyday are either damaged or completely gone. That is WEIRD! And sad. Even the road I drive to school on is messed up. Seriously?
My life for the next couple of weeks-the next year is all one big unknown as of now. We've been told that it will be at least one week until they can get our hospital back up and running, and then they will start to restore the rest of the island. The entire island is currently without water, power, and phone service. I've heard estimates ranging from several weeks to months for when that will all be restored. But we have been told we are not allowed to return to the island until the search and rescue operations are completed, and there is power and potable water available. The causeway (the bridge on and off of the island) sustained damage as the road buckled, and there are currently boats on it. Yah, that's going to have to be fixed as well.
So for now, I'm waiting on word on how my apartment is. (I heard at one point that there was up to 6 feet of water inside). We are waiting to hear about our school. We are waiting to hear about everything as of now. Do I need to start buying new everything, seeing as all of my stuff may be molding and rotting as of now? Or is my apt untouched? Do I need to start looking for a place to live in San Antonio? (there are rumors we might have to relocate there...just a rumor? I DON'T KNOW!). Will I graduate in time? What do I do until then?
All of these unknowns and concerns pale in comparison to what other people are facing. People lost their entire homes, businesses, and loved ones. All of my friends and family in Houston/Galveston area are okay, that is really all that matters.
I am glad to have places to stay, and glad that I left. I am sad for Galveston. And sad for the loss people are experiencing. But it's still surreal.
Until then, I'm waiting. And possibly crashing on your couch soon. Check back for updates.
*PS-several people have asked..."Why would you leave your car?!?!" "Why didn't you take more stuff with you?!?!"...okay, here's the answer. Put yourself in that situation. The last major evacuation left people stranded on the interstate for hours on end, running out of gas, causing huge problems. And I was advised that it would be better to travel together. So that is why I left my car...so if we did get stranded, at least I wouldn't be by myself. My stuff? Well, it's kind of hard to pack up an entire apartment in the middle of the night. So I took the essentials. Hindsight's 20-20.
Friday, September 12, 2008
TAKE A HIKE IKE
Okay, reading my last post kind of makes me laugh now. But laugh only a little. The tone has changed since then for sure...not so excited about Ike anymore. Lemme give you a breakdown of what's happened since my last post...
To sum it up, I packed up enough clothes for a week, enough school stuff for the classes I'm in now, my laptop, and Baylie. I moved as much stuff away from my windows and doors as possible, and put stuff up on shelves in my closet. I left my car in a high place, and loaded all my crap into my friend Mary Alice's car...and we took off, in the dark, so that we didn't get stuck on the interstate for hours in traffic...Officially evacuees! (we decided if we use the word "refugee" we might get some free handouts? Yes? haha)...So after a quick stop for the essentials (Whataburger taquitos of course), we headed towards Austin, yorkipoo in tow, glad for a couple days of no school.
Yes, we knew a hurricane was coming...but not all that long ago we sat at a church dinner talking to a BOI (Born on Island...they're high status, FYI) and people who have lived in Galveston for years and years...and they totally calmed our fears about hurricanes. In fact, I sorta like hurricanes! The first one that came to TX while I lived in Galveston prompted us to get fishing poles and all the gear and venture out in the massive waves for our first fishing adventure...and that was one of my fave G-Town adventures thus far! Sooo....hurricanes=fun! Right?
Well, now we're sitting at her cousin's house in Austin, watching the news and weather. And watching pictures of the streets covered in water, and waves crashing over the seawall...with the 'cane still hundreds of miles away from landfall. And looking at predictions of where the flooding will be. And what is already flooded. In fact, earlier today, they were reporting live from the gas station across the street from my apartment.
Okay, so here's a little piece of info about my apartment. It's on the first floor. Less than one block off the seawall. Right by a lagoon. And it's old. Sooo, c'mon people, y'all aren't dumb...let's put the pieces together here. Flooding will not be good.
Basically, I'm just watching and waiting to see what happens. Hopefully all will be okay, and either Ike won't continue to gain strength, or it will shift just a little. I'm not sure. But as far as I know, all of my friends got out of there, so in the big scheme of things, that's what's important.
Safe in Austin, visiting fam and friends, and watching Ike. More updates to come.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
"Here Ikie Ikie Ikie!"
So this is just a quick excited update to say that we might get to evacuate tomorrow for the hurricane! "Get to evacuate"?!?! Yes, it's an exciting thing! Not the chance of destruction and damage, but the chance of getting a "free pass" to go to Austin for the weekend! So currently Mary Alice and I are sitting here drinking Red Bull, researching ol' Ike, texting with Laura, waiting for word about if we will be required to go to our clinicals this weekend, and calling Ike our way..."Here Ikie Ikie Ikie!!!" I'm about to go get gas in my car just in case! (Then we are going on a Historical Home Tour and to play tennis...obvi we are REALLY scared about the 'cane haha).
Monday, September 1, 2008
CONFESSION: I'm a Recovering Addict
I have a confession. I am in recovery. From a very serious addiction. An addiction that wreaked havoc on my life for the past month, taking my social life, routine, and productivity level and turning them upside down. Every morning I would wake up and tell myself that today would be different. But alas the night would come, and once again I would give in. Night after night, for three weeks straight. This addiction was short-lived. I'm now on the road to recovery, trying to find a way to move on.
So what is this addiction I speak of? I have no doubt this addiction hits very close to home for some of you. In fact, I have a feeling that many of you are experiencing the same trials of recovery I am now experiencing. My addiction? I feel it necessary to give it some formality...
"Hi, my name is Jessica, and I'm a recovering Olympics-aholic."
Well, there you have it folks...the SUMMER 2008 OLYMPICS! How great they were and how quickly they left me.
I loved them. I loved every second of them. From the opening ceremonies (yes, I admit to being one of the sappy ones who fell in love with Yao Ming's little friend from the earthquake) to the closing ceremonies (minus the yellow suits and white visors), I loved it all.
What's not to love? I mean, Ohh Emm Geee people!!!, this stuff was like crack in TV form! Shawn, Nastia, Michael, Sonya, Misty May...my new best friends! Sure, friendship usually requires the other person to be even slightly aware of your existence, but in this case I feel it's okay to make an exception. I love them. And in my addict's mind, I will choose to believe they knew I was rooting for them, on the other side of the screen. (or other side of the world, however you want to think about it). The point is, I was obsessed!
It's really a good thing that I was out of school during this time, because starting 8-8-08, life as I knew it was no more. My nights were spent watching balance beam routines and swimming races, and my days were spent contemplating where the female Chinese gymnast's fountain of youth possibly could be. *(I mean, they must be sitting on a fortune...to be 16+ years old and look like you're 9 is a miracle! Someone seriously needs to bottle whatever it is they're drinking, slap a label on it, ship it to the good ol' US of A, and BAM! You've got yourself an instant fortune! ORRRR, on second thought, someone needs to stop lying on documents and stop putting babies on Olympic teams! Whatever, back to the point).* If I had been in school, I surely would have failed, seeing as the Olympics take precedence over all.
But now I'm left, on the road to recovery. What am I supposed to do with my time without the Olympics? Yes, have a ridiculous amount of school/studying to do...but learning about chest tubes and pink frothy sputum doesn't quite have the same appeal. You get what I'm saying.
Well, I loved you Olympics of 2008, but the time has come that I must say so long old friend. It's time for me to move on, and stop living in the past. The past 8 days have been dull without you, and there are sure to be more boring days ahead. It gives me hope to know that I will see you in Vancouver in 2010 and then again in London in 2012. But until then, I'll be here. Waiting. And practicing my badmitton skills so I have a chance at being on some Olympic team. Because badmitton is the most hardocre Olympic sport there is.
So what is this addiction I speak of? I have no doubt this addiction hits very close to home for some of you. In fact, I have a feeling that many of you are experiencing the same trials of recovery I am now experiencing. My addiction? I feel it necessary to give it some formality...
"Hi, my name is Jessica, and I'm a recovering Olympics-aholic."
Well, there you have it folks...the SUMMER 2008 OLYMPICS! How great they were and how quickly they left me.
I loved them. I loved every second of them. From the opening ceremonies (yes, I admit to being one of the sappy ones who fell in love with Yao Ming's little friend from the earthquake) to the closing ceremonies (minus the yellow suits and white visors), I loved it all.
What's not to love? I mean, Ohh Emm Geee people!!!, this stuff was like crack in TV form! Shawn, Nastia, Michael, Sonya, Misty May...my new best friends! Sure, friendship usually requires the other person to be even slightly aware of your existence, but in this case I feel it's okay to make an exception. I love them. And in my addict's mind, I will choose to believe they knew I was rooting for them, on the other side of the screen. (or other side of the world, however you want to think about it). The point is, I was obsessed!
It's really a good thing that I was out of school during this time, because starting 8-8-08, life as I knew it was no more. My nights were spent watching balance beam routines and swimming races, and my days were spent contemplating where the female Chinese gymnast's fountain of youth possibly could be. *(I mean, they must be sitting on a fortune...to be 16+ years old and look like you're 9 is a miracle! Someone seriously needs to bottle whatever it is they're drinking, slap a label on it, ship it to the good ol' US of A, and BAM! You've got yourself an instant fortune! ORRRR, on second thought, someone needs to stop lying on documents and stop putting babies on Olympic teams! Whatever, back to the point).* If I had been in school, I surely would have failed, seeing as the Olympics take precedence over all.
But now I'm left, on the road to recovery. What am I supposed to do with my time without the Olympics? Yes, have a ridiculous amount of school/studying to do...but learning about chest tubes and pink frothy sputum doesn't quite have the same appeal. You get what I'm saying.
Well, I loved you Olympics of 2008, but the time has come that I must say so long old friend. It's time for me to move on, and stop living in the past. The past 8 days have been dull without you, and there are sure to be more boring days ahead. It gives me hope to know that I will see you in Vancouver in 2010 and then again in London in 2012. But until then, I'll be here. Waiting. And practicing my badmitton skills so I have a chance at being on some Olympic team. Because badmitton is the most hardocre Olympic sport there is.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Back to the BLOG World
Multiple people have informed me that I am long overdue for a new post, and that my last post was too depressing...here you go, this is for y'all :) Just a QUICK update and I promise I'll post more soon, and post some pics 2!
Since the whole "cloudy days" thing, a lot has happened. I think being happy and content can sometimes be a decision. So I decided to like it here, decided to try new things, and decided to stop bitching about anything and everything that was not perfect. We made a list of "THINGS TO DO IN GALVESTON BEFORE APRIL 24," and we are slowly marking things off of the list (and adding on every now and then as new things come up!). I'll keep you posted on the G-Town List adventures.
I just got back a couple of days ago from a 2 and a half week break from school. I crammed A LOT into that time! It was fun to see ppl, nice to get away, and a good mental break. And in a weird way, I wasn't 100% dreading coming back. That is a positive sign. There are several people I REALLY wanted to see over the break and I didn't get a chance 2 (McCrady and Miller, for example...dangit). But hopefully soon! And I'm trying to make it to BU Homecoming, so I'll get to see people there!
Okay, I'm off to grocery shop then study...2 of my most favorite things to do. Ha. I promise to post more soon!
Since the whole "cloudy days" thing, a lot has happened. I think being happy and content can sometimes be a decision. So I decided to like it here, decided to try new things, and decided to stop bitching about anything and everything that was not perfect. We made a list of "THINGS TO DO IN GALVESTON BEFORE APRIL 24," and we are slowly marking things off of the list (and adding on every now and then as new things come up!). I'll keep you posted on the G-Town List adventures.
I just got back a couple of days ago from a 2 and a half week break from school. I crammed A LOT into that time! It was fun to see ppl, nice to get away, and a good mental break. And in a weird way, I wasn't 100% dreading coming back. That is a positive sign. There are several people I REALLY wanted to see over the break and I didn't get a chance 2 (McCrady and Miller, for example...dangit). But hopefully soon! And I'm trying to make it to BU Homecoming, so I'll get to see people there!
Okay, I'm off to grocery shop then study...2 of my most favorite things to do. Ha. I promise to post more soon!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Cloudy Days
We've had some cloudy days lately...it seems like everyone in my program has been really discouraged. I feel like we've just been waiting for the sun to break through the clouds, and it just hasn't happened quite yet. At this point, I think we're all just holding on 'til our break in August.
We started our preceptorships this week. We just completed our first rotation of group clinicals, and now we're assigned to one specific nurse and we each work their schedule for the next 3 weeks. I did not enjoy the group clinicals. Not at all really. I consistently left the hospital discouraged. Leadership in those situations dictates a lot of how our confidence levels and attitudes will be, and we didn't have much help in that area. I lucked out and got a got preceptor, after being switched from a different one and then being told I was going to have to work at the hospital jail. I'm pretty sure mention of the jail (and rushing all my clearance paperwork through bc it would already be late at that point) was the last thing I needed to hear that day, and my clinical instructor and the floor supervisor could see that written all over my face, and so I found a preceptor on the floor I had been working on. But that's not the case with all of my friends. Preceptors-not always so good. So here we are, thrown into a new environment, new responsibilities, new expectations, little guidance, and basically zero encouragement. We are working 12hr shifts day after day on top of studying for ridiculous tests, while still trying to 'make new friends, and keep the old'. It's all manageable and doable, but here's the kicker...(and I can't believe I'm about to actually admit this, but here it is...)
At this point, I'm not even sure I like nursing. And the problem is, that is how most of my friends here are feeling too, which doesn't help the overall morale. I have put my life on hold for what I felt was preparation for a career that is perfect for my life's passions and purposes, and now I'm consistently discouraged. Sounds ridiculous, I know. And I keep telling myself that I will enjoy it a lot more when I am in an area/unit that is more specific to what I want to do. (right now I'm on a general medicine floor). We are learning some very interesting stuff (I secretly like school sometimes). The patient interaction is my favorite part. I will go almost the whole 12 hour shift questioning why I'm here and why I'm doing this, but one smile from a patient, or one sweet word of affirmation brightens up the day. Nursing opens up so many doors and opportunities, and I'm praying my attitude will change. I'm sure this is just an attitude problem and I just need to 'put on my big girl panties and deal with it.' Yes?
I just feel like I keep pushing off "starting my life." I have known since junior high what I wanted to do with my life. What I am here for, what my purpose is. It hasn't changed. And I never seem to get there. I've changed the path to getting there a million times. Am I making my life take detours for fear of actually achieving my goals? Scared of reckless abandonment in exchange for a fruitful life? Am I scared to loose connections here? Am I being obedient? What am I supposed to do with my life here Lord?!?!
I want to be overseas... Loving on kiddos all day. Loving people. Teaching parents how to best provide for their family. Encouraging and empowering women. Swooping up orphans in my arms and giving them the biggest hug they've ever had. Sitting down at a feasting table with precious children who haven't had a good meal in who knows how long. Loving the Lord with all of me, and letting that overflow onto everyone around me. (Idealist?)
Yes, I can get there with nursing. But when? It's just discouraging. I feel like my life will never 'start'. AHHH....Until then, I'm still here. Thanking God for a couple of precious friends I've made here, without whom I don't know what I'd do. Praying for a positive attitude, clarity, and affirmation that I'm right where He desires for me to be. Praying the same for the rest of my classmates who feel the same way right about now. And the sun will break through the clouds soon.
We started our preceptorships this week. We just completed our first rotation of group clinicals, and now we're assigned to one specific nurse and we each work their schedule for the next 3 weeks. I did not enjoy the group clinicals. Not at all really. I consistently left the hospital discouraged. Leadership in those situations dictates a lot of how our confidence levels and attitudes will be, and we didn't have much help in that area. I lucked out and got a got preceptor, after being switched from a different one and then being told I was going to have to work at the hospital jail. I'm pretty sure mention of the jail (and rushing all my clearance paperwork through bc it would already be late at that point) was the last thing I needed to hear that day, and my clinical instructor and the floor supervisor could see that written all over my face, and so I found a preceptor on the floor I had been working on. But that's not the case with all of my friends. Preceptors-not always so good. So here we are, thrown into a new environment, new responsibilities, new expectations, little guidance, and basically zero encouragement. We are working 12hr shifts day after day on top of studying for ridiculous tests, while still trying to 'make new friends, and keep the old'. It's all manageable and doable, but here's the kicker...(and I can't believe I'm about to actually admit this, but here it is...)
At this point, I'm not even sure I like nursing. And the problem is, that is how most of my friends here are feeling too, which doesn't help the overall morale. I have put my life on hold for what I felt was preparation for a career that is perfect for my life's passions and purposes, and now I'm consistently discouraged. Sounds ridiculous, I know. And I keep telling myself that I will enjoy it a lot more when I am in an area/unit that is more specific to what I want to do. (right now I'm on a general medicine floor). We are learning some very interesting stuff (I secretly like school sometimes). The patient interaction is my favorite part. I will go almost the whole 12 hour shift questioning why I'm here and why I'm doing this, but one smile from a patient, or one sweet word of affirmation brightens up the day. Nursing opens up so many doors and opportunities, and I'm praying my attitude will change. I'm sure this is just an attitude problem and I just need to 'put on my big girl panties and deal with it.' Yes?
I just feel like I keep pushing off "starting my life." I have known since junior high what I wanted to do with my life. What I am here for, what my purpose is. It hasn't changed. And I never seem to get there. I've changed the path to getting there a million times. Am I making my life take detours for fear of actually achieving my goals? Scared of reckless abandonment in exchange for a fruitful life? Am I scared to loose connections here? Am I being obedient? What am I supposed to do with my life here Lord?!?!
I want to be overseas... Loving on kiddos all day. Loving people. Teaching parents how to best provide for their family. Encouraging and empowering women. Swooping up orphans in my arms and giving them the biggest hug they've ever had. Sitting down at a feasting table with precious children who haven't had a good meal in who knows how long. Loving the Lord with all of me, and letting that overflow onto everyone around me. (Idealist?)
Yes, I can get there with nursing. But when? It's just discouraging. I feel like my life will never 'start'. AHHH....Until then, I'm still here. Thanking God for a couple of precious friends I've made here, without whom I don't know what I'd do. Praying for a positive attitude, clarity, and affirmation that I'm right where He desires for me to be. Praying the same for the rest of my classmates who feel the same way right about now. And the sun will break through the clouds soon.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Birthdays full of Blessings
This past week both of my grandparents celebrated big birthdays...my grandma ("Nini") turned 80 and my grandpa ("Pop-Pop") turned 83! 
If you've known me for longer than a week it's quite possible you've heard me talk about how awesome my grandparents are...maybe you've even heard me say something to the effect of "I'm like seriously OBSESSED with my grandparents! Seriously!"...but in an attempt to ditch the Baylor-girl lingo in exchange for real-word vernacular I'll simply say that I really enjoy my grandparents company...hmm, yah, no...that's not gonna work...."I'M LIKE SERIOUSLY OBSESSED WITH MY GRANDPARENTS! SERIOUSLY!"...yah, that sounds more like it! :) Obsession is a strong word, I know. But if you had grandparents like this, you'd be obsessed too! Why you ask? Because I will forever have these cherished memories with two of the most important people in my life...
-Nini had a special pink teddy bear sippy cup that had the inexplicable ability to make us feel better in seconds.
-My grandma spent countless hours on the floor playing with us and reading books to us...I'm talking "Danny the Dinosaur" here!...it doesn't get much better than that
-Baking Christmas cookies with my Nini EVERY SINGLE YEAR since I was born...going on 23 years of cookie baking! Mmm Mmm
-When we would spend the night, we would get "sandwich treasures" in our school lunch...made everyone jealous haha
-They would come to our house at ridiculously early hours on Christmas just to make sure they saw what Santa brought us...and Nini never fails to make her famous Frederick coffee-cake (ps-I still make them come early on Christmas morning...they secretly love it. I think? haha)
-My Pop-Pop always had donuts for breakfast...always! We did NOT have that at home, that's for sure!
-My Pop-Pop teased us 24/7 growing up...He is a funny funny guy and keeps us smiling!
-My grandparents are the type of people who would do anything for anybody. I have a feeling my grandma would give the shirt off her back if someone needed it. They both love completely with their ever-expanding hearts, and love unconditionally. They have become surrogate grandparents to my friends, and to countless people at their church and, well, pretty much everywhere they go!
-You know that cute couple that still holds hands everywhere they go? And you can just see how hopelessly in love with eachother they are after almost 60 years...you know, the couple that every person dreams of being when they grow up? The people that restore your faith in true love and in relationships grounded in respect and addoration...yah, my grandparents are those people! (good example, that's for sure!)
-They love the Lord. Love the church. Love their family and friends. Love eachother.
Basically, they bless me immeasurably. I love them more than mere words can express. I do not take it for granted that in my life I have had the privilege of knowing 3 grandparents, and for having my Nini and Pop-Pop be so deeply invested in my daily life for so long!
Happy Birthday Nini! Happy Birthday Pop-Pop! I love you both! :)
If you've known me for longer than a week it's quite possible you've heard me talk about how awesome my grandparents are...maybe you've even heard me say something to the effect of "I'm like seriously OBSESSED with my grandparents! Seriously!"...but in an attempt to ditch the Baylor-girl lingo in exchange for real-word vernacular I'll simply say that I really enjoy my grandparents company...hmm, yah, no...that's not gonna work...."I'M LIKE SERIOUSLY OBSESSED WITH MY GRANDPARENTS! SERIOUSLY!"...yah, that sounds more like it! :) Obsession is a strong word, I know. But if you had grandparents like this, you'd be obsessed too! Why you ask? Because I will forever have these cherished memories with two of the most important people in my life...-Nini had a special pink teddy bear sippy cup that had the inexplicable ability to make us feel better in seconds.-My grandma spent countless hours on the floor playing with us and reading books to us...I'm talking "Danny the Dinosaur" here!...it doesn't get much better than that
-Baking Christmas cookies with my Nini EVERY SINGLE YEAR since I was born...going on 23 years of cookie baking! Mmm Mmm
-When we would spend the night, we would get "sandwich treasures" in our school lunch...made everyone jealous haha
-They would come to our house at ridiculously early hours on Christmas just to make sure they saw what Santa brought us...and Nini never fails to make her famous Frederick coffee-cake (ps-I still make them come early on Christmas morning...they secretly love it. I think? haha)
-My Pop-Pop always had donuts for breakfast...always! We did NOT have that at home, that's for sure!
-My Pop-Pop teased us 24/7 growing up...He is a funny funny guy and keeps us smiling!
-My grandparents are the type of people who would do anything for anybody. I have a feeling my grandma would give the shirt off her back if someone needed it. They both love completely with their ever-expanding hearts, and love unconditionally. They have become surrogate grandparents to my friends, and to countless people at their church and, well, pretty much everywhere they go!
-You know that cute couple that still holds hands everywhere they go? And you can just see how hopelessly in love with eachother they are after almost 60 years...you know, the couple that every person dreams of being when they grow up? The people that restore your faith in true love and in relationships grounded in respect and addoration...yah, my grandparents are those people! (good example, that's for sure!)
-They love the Lord. Love the church. Love their family and friends. Love eachother.
Basically, they bless me immeasurably. I love them more than mere words can express. I do not take it for granted that in my life I have had the privilege of knowing 3 grandparents, and for having my Nini and Pop-Pop be so deeply invested in my daily life for so long!
Happy Birthday Nini! Happy Birthday Pop-Pop! I love you both! :)
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Creepy, Crawly, COCKROACHES!!!
Even the title is enough to gross you out I'm sure! Well, let me take you back to my past 2 nights. So I was sitting in my living room around midnight two nights ago...I was sitting there studying and watching 27 Dresses. When all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a ridiculously HUGE Cockroach flew onto my wall. And let me tell you, this was not your average cockroach (as if any cockroach can be considered average?). This thing was MASSIVE. I'm talking the type of thing found in Will Smith's dreams, the perfect start to the next Men in Black movie! After my initial freak out at my disgusting new roommate, I made sure to take a picture for your viewing pleasure. It was literally more than 2 inches long, and had little antenna things that were probably 1.5inches longer, and its wings kept moving back and forth. The picture doesn't fully capture it in its full glory, but here ya go!
Don't be impressed with my bravery...I zoomed in. You think I would really get this close? Well, actually, I did. I had to! I couldn't let this thing just stay in my apartment right?!?! So my first plan of action, text message people for moral support. Okay, I'm ridiculously grossed out by 2 things...Rats and Roaches. I've had one rat experience in Galveston already, which I'll talk about later, and now this is a roach situation I was not prepared to handle. Dramatic? Yes. But that's me, and I needed people to know, so I texted, in the middle of the night, with picture attached. Nobody seemed overly panicked, so I was on my own. This is where the ridiculousness comes in. By this point, Baylie had noticed this new little friend on the wall, and had parked herself on the floor right in front of it, never taking her eyes off of it. So it was okay for me to go prepare for the roach removal, because if that roach made any sudden movements, I'm sure Baylie would have jumped up that wall so fast and goodbye Cockroach! (Baylie does NOT need a cockroach snack, she's getting fat as it is, and she's too cute to have cockroach breath.) So I got a plastic sack and put it inside out on my arm, got 3 paper towels to grab him with (the thicker the better, you dont' want to feel the CRUNCH! haha), and set off to get him! (I put socks on too, cuz if it got away from me, I did NOT want it running across my bare feet!) I snuck up, took a deep breath, and BAM! Went in for the kill! It got away!!!! It flew off the wall (towards me!) and went behind the tv...I'm literally screaming and dancing around like a pansy at this point (I'm sure the neighbors love me). I moved everything out, and walked around the living room, on the furniture, with cool socks on, with my arm covered in a paper sack, trying to catch the dang bug. How cool am I? I was NOT happy! To make it better, while I'm doing this, I see a baby roach by my front door! What the heck?!?! (I live less than a block from the ocean, and the bay is right behind my apartment...they come up from the water. My friend Laura lives in the same complex and her and her husband have seen them also, so don't think my apt is disgusting!)
I got the baby, but not the gigantic one. I went to sleep that night with cotton rounds rolled up in my ears (I would have used cotton balls, but I was out, so I improvised.). Why would I have cotton in my ears? All I could think about was the roach crawling into my ears while I was sleeping, and having roach babies in my head! So cotton it was. Sticking out of my head. Picture Shrek, minus the green. I woke up the next morning to Baylie pulling them out of my ears haha.
But last night, I got payback. The same exact time, in a different room, I was studying again. (Notice a theme? Studying in the middle of Friday and Saturday nights? So cool, I know). The thing made its grand entrance once again! This time I was ready. Same routine, same ridiculous looking Jessica, but this time, SUCCESS! After a 10 minute chase around the room, and several minor crisis diverted, my new roommate was dead. Crushed and suffocated and triple bagged in the trash (not taking any chances that he could get out!). Wow, I'm an exterminator now. Who could have guessed it? So after this entirely way too long story about a disgusting little creature, this post is over. Just wanted to get sympathy where I can. I'm sure most of you fellow roach-haters can understand. This was no normal situation. But I survived, with a little over-dramaticness on the side.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Picnics, Parks, and ...Thunderstorms?
So apparently it's a tradition for the faculty of the Bacc2 program to give us a picnic/party to celebrate the 1/2 way point of the summer semester...they told us that they realize how busy we've been/how insane the workload they've given us has been. So they gave us a picnic. We had "scheduled fun!" (and the funny part is, it was supposed to be LAST Tuesday, but they overbooked us, and had to push it back a week..haha).
So yesterday was the day of the picnic! We had an exam in the morning, seminar on campus, then we were all going to head out to Galveston State Park for the picnic...as we're sitting in seminar, we hear thunder...and more thunder, louder and louder! [For those of you who thought Baylor parking was bad, you've never been to UTMB...it's ridiculous! Our parking tags are only for street parking, and the signs where we park all say "This area FLOODS when raining."...apparently cars have floated away. cool?] Anyways, everyone had to go move their cars, in the rain...after that little event was over, we get a call from the instructor in charge of the picnic..."Picnic's on, rain or shine!" Usually, we'd blow it off and just not go (you should have seen the lightning over the water...insane!), but this was our one shot at non-study/non-school time, and we were going! Picnic or bust...
It ended up being a really fun time! I've been with the same people day in and day out for the past 2 months, but it's always in a lab, test, or clinical setting. There are a couple of girls I hang out with regularly, and I love them!...but most of these people I've only seen in scrubs. (who knew they actually had clothes other than burnt orange scrubs?!?) Not everyone lives on the island, so the only time 1/2 of them are here is for class stuff...so it was fun to be able to just hang out with everyone w/o having to be focused on school. Our instructors cooked briscuit and beans, a million different side dishes, & baked homemade cookies...I was impressed.
We pretty much watched the dark clouds roll on in and saw the lightning/heard the thunder all around us...but the rain held off! (well, for the most part...look at the pics...the hair is evidence of the not so great weather, but whatev). There are 2 guys in the program (2 guys, 38 girls...sounds like Baylor), and they brought surf boards and a skim board (?)...a couple ppl tried their luck at that...I did not. I watched. Can you see me trying to surf for the first time in front of 30+ ppl? Most embarassing moment just waiting to happen!
The beach was fun, the people were fun, and we didn't get pooped on by the seagulls...that makes it a great day :)
This is our practice celebration for April 2009! (GRADUATION!!!)
So yesterday was the day of the picnic! We had an exam in the morning, seminar on campus, then we were all going to head out to Galveston State Park for the picnic...as we're sitting in seminar, we hear thunder...and more thunder, louder and louder! [For those of you who thought Baylor parking was bad, you've never been to UTMB...it's ridiculous! Our parking tags are only for street parking, and the signs where we park all say "This area FLOODS when raining."...apparently cars have floated away. cool?] Anyways, everyone had to go move their cars, in the rain...after that little event was over, we get a call from the instructor in charge of the picnic..."Picnic's on, rain or shine!" Usually, we'd blow it off and just not go (you should have seen the lightning over the water...insane!), but this was our one shot at non-study/non-school time, and we were going! Picnic or bust...
It ended up being a really fun time! I've been with the same people day in and day out for the past 2 months, but it's always in a lab, test, or clinical setting. There are a couple of girls I hang out with regularly, and I love them!...but most of these people I've only seen in scrubs. (who knew they actually had clothes other than burnt orange scrubs?!?) Not everyone lives on the island, so the only time 1/2 of them are here is for class stuff...so it was fun to be able to just hang out with everyone w/o having to be focused on school. Our instructors cooked briscuit and beans, a million different side dishes, & baked homemade cookies...I was impressed.
We pretty much watched the dark clouds roll on in and saw the lightning/heard the thunder all around us...but the rain held off! (well, for the most part...look at the pics...the hair is evidence of the not so great weather, but whatev). There are 2 guys in the program (2 guys, 38 girls...sounds like Baylor), and they brought surf boards and a skim board (?)...a couple ppl tried their luck at that...I did not. I watched. Can you see me trying to surf for the first time in front of 30+ ppl? Most embarassing moment just waiting to happen!
The beach was fun, the people were fun, and we didn't get pooped on by the seagulls...that makes it a great day :)
This is our practice celebration for April 2009! (GRADUATION!!!)Mary Alice...my first friend in Galveston (and maybe the only other one w/o family in the area?)...we keep each other sane (or try to)
This is majority of the Bacc2 group!
Some of my favorites :)
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