I am alive. I am working full time, selling donating plasma in 2 evenings/week. TRYING to be a good cubscouts leader (I'm not) & of course having husband time.
I try to work out & do my best to sometimes eat healthy. I'm not doing too well, but I'm working on it.
Sometimes, I have days that I think, gosh, I'm tired of being the bread-winner; I love my job, but I'm tired of the monotony. All the time sometimes I want to have babies & be a mother & make pretty things with my sewing machine & bake home-made bread.
Sometimes, I'm really good at getting myself out of that thinking rut.
And sometimes I just need a brownie (or 3).
Then, sometimes, I read pop-up notes that I put in a patient's chart & then I remember that, sometimes, I'm really funny & I remember life is so very sweet.
Also, I remember that complaining is annoying & pointless.
"11/14/12 I believe on the phone this girl said she has "the plague" I'm not exactly sure what she meant by that, but it sounds serious. She said her main symptom is a cough; don't forget to give her a mask! rsb"
xoxolgbaby
