School is on again, and I am coming to terms with what I think will be one of my most difficult terms ever--in either of my degrees. In addition to having classes and labs for four classes Mon-Wed, I also have clinical in a medical-surgical unit on Thursdays and Fridays. I have no idea when I am going to find the time to study with very little free time during the day. Welcome to the land of compromise. What am I willing to give up? Time with my kids. Absolutely not. Spending time with my husband? Depends on the day you ask. Writing? I would hurt deep in my soul. Reading? Not if I want to improve my writing? Sleep? Who needs sleep? It is the only obvious choice.
I am going to try really hard to blog about my clinical experiences, both because it is therapeutic and duh, I love to write. Being on a surgical unit is going to be a big change for me, particularly since I am allowed to be do so much more than I was last year--with supervision of course. I am now capable of doing dressing changes, calculating doses and giving medication and injections and, my favourite, inserting catheters. Penis's may be ugly but I would rather insert a tube in a penis than a vagina, any day.
So I am off to spend as much time as I possibly can writing. Clinical begins next week and who knows when I will find the time. I am waist deep in a novel that I started last year and recently returned to, 45,000 words and climbing. My renewed passion is the result of the introduction of a new character. I am just playing with him at this point, unsure if he fits in, but I refuse to delete him.