So... I haven't blogged in a while.
Well, because the real world is kicking my head in.
I decided to do a diver medic course, which makes me more certified than the most advanced American EMTs (I can insert a surgical chest drain now) and frankly? The bar for this class was pretty high.
I've hurdled over it, though. The only perfect 100% on quizzes so far, the only person to pick out and find a partially collapsed lung out of a pile of shitty X-rays. The only person to make ALL correct diagnosis after exams during my A&E (Emergency Room) hours.
Yes, folks.. they let me near live patients!
(And all except for the DOAs, they are STILL alive, thank you!)
So yeah, I've kicked ass, and I deserve to be here. I've proven myself in the hospital to the doctors, patients, my instructor and my classmates who are all older, more experienced and better educated. I've been freaking awesome.
What really sucks is that I had to sell my rebreather to afford it.
What sucked even more?
My boyfriend got to take it to Florence to deliver it. I didn't even get to say goodbye! While I was slaving away in class, he was exploring Pisa. Obviously, there is a little bitterness mixed in now. I actually speak a decent amount of Italian! Where is the justice?! Doing this class means spending the week in Aberdeen, going home for Fri and Sat, then coming back up for the second week.
It's all over now, though. Tomorrow and the next day are just tests. In 48 hours, I'll be all snuggled up with him and hopefully about to instigate 'I-missed-you-sex'
In actual atheism news, I've got a major problem.
Colin wants to go to Las Vegas.
Now, I went to UNLV, and I've got friends there that offered us a place.
He took me to HIS home here in Scotland, because I wanted to come and explore. That means I'm rather obligated to return the favor, right?
Las Vegas is about 300 miles from my Bible thumping, Republican, fundy relatives.
And I haven't seen them in about four years.
That means I'd sort of HAVE to introduce him, meet up with them, do the family thing...and keep my mouth shut.
He wont' care. I've warned them that they are nuts. it's me I'm ore concerned about.
The alternative is to not tell anyone I'm in town, but I don't know how well that will work. I know people. They know people. No one ever keeps their mouth shut, and I can only imagine the hurt feelings if I get found out.
We also might be spending a few months there.
Perish the thought.
The longer I'm in town, the greater the risk of being found out.
Anyway, I'm very, very sick and somehow need to survive two more days.
Having some technical difficulties getting on TA from home, so once I'm back, I might still be scarce for a while.
Send me stuff.
Someone use the new gift giving thingie. I want toys!