More Proof That I Am The Sexiest Woman Alive
I was watching TV and noticed a callus on my big toe. I didn't want to get up to get nail clippers, so I bit it off.
That is totally hot.
Just think about the flexibility.
I was watching TV and noticed a callus on my big toe. I didn't want to get up to get nail clippers, so I bit it off.
That is totally hot.
Just think about the flexibility.
Some of us newly RN'ed gathered last night. Of course there was plenty of alcohol for an event such at this. We hadn't seen each other since finding out the status of our licenses.
Alcohol wires me and I cant sleep for hours after its consumption, so my head hitting the pillow and my brain shutting off didn't happen until about 4 am. I woke up at 11:15, alarmingly under my requisite eight hours. I might have to take a nap later.
I woke up aroused this morning. Fucking sex dreams. What is up with having sex dreams about people I have no desire to have sex with? Why cant I have a sex dream about the hot fellow in the PICU. The one who seemed to take me a little too seriously as a student. The one who has 1) grey hair 2) is balding 3) has perfectly brown skin and 4) gets really close to you while he talks to you. I would love to fuck his brains out in dream land, but no I have dreams about skinny, pale, slim lipped, fellow nursing students, who I couldn't imagine doing a coital tango with, if my life depended on it.
It probably doesn't help that my CBEFM says I am at peak fertility, which means I am at peak arousableness (a nice word for horny). Babe has learned to recognize these signs of impending conception and avoids me like the plague. Because you know, condoms? "GS how can I use condoms now, after six years of no condoms?" That is funny because you used to not mind condoms at all. Spoiled I tell ya. Spoiled.
That is OK, I have my two best friends. They help me out in a pinch. And the real plus? While using them I am conscious and able to imagine whomever I please.
Well, it is around 2pm and I have yet to shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, or otherwise do anything productive. Maybe I need more caffeine.
Things have been sorta busy in GS's world lately and when I am not busy, I am trying to decompress, in order to get ready for the next time I am busy.
News:
OK, that is all for now. I am tired. I want to lie down. Good night.
Is it still depression when you don't want to kill yourself, but don't want to do anything beyond what you absolutely have to? That is where I am.
I worked a 12 hour shift in the PICU yesterday. I didn't have to work 12 hours, but I had something to prove to myself or something, so I stayed. At the end I was really tired. We had a 1-to-1 neuro patient, who was really demanding. Not demanding in the emotional, do this-do that (ie: med surg), sort of way, but in the "how many more times can I change an IV bag, syringe pump, or give meds," sort of way. Not to mention the blood draws, blood gases, transport to CT, and on and on. That was the quickest 12 hours of my life, but when I got home I was trashed.
I came home to Boogie and Babe. They were sitting on the couch waiting for me. When I came in the both perked up to say hi. Then Babe cleaned the kitchen and cooked dinner, while Boogie sat at his feet. I showered and came down. Boogie just sat quietly on my lap while I lavished love on her. She is the cutest most adorable dog, I have ever met.
There is just one problem with Boogie. She hasn't had an accident in the house in two days (mostly due to Babe's working at home and taking her out every hour) but she does whine when she has to pee and that can happen at 4:30am, as it did this morning. I didn't have the heart to let her wake Babe up, so I took her out and then couldn't sleep after that. My body is now trained to wake up at 5am. Then around 6am, I was so tired, I headed back to bed. I called my friend and carpool and told her that I wasn't going to our first class. I think she is pissed at me. But I just could not go.
I mean I could have gone and made it through the whole 7 hours of solid class, but then tomorrow I have to go to the PICU, and Wednesday a friend is coming into town for Babe's b-day, Thurs is Babe's bday, I am working in the PICU Friday and then Saturday we are having a b-day party for Babe (as he is turning 30). In between there is a house to clean for a guest, and grocery shopping to be done. I didn't do it because I worked both days this weekend.
Working the weekend isn't too bad, but working the weekend and then having no days off until the next weekend, sucks. It couldn't be avoided, but in the future I am going to plan a little better.
I have a test today (I am not skipping the whole day). I have never looked at the book, I haven't paid attention in lecture, nor have I studied at all. The clinical content will be review from all my previous classes, but the theoretical stuff, while mostly common sense is new. I will read my study guide before I head in, but that will be about it. I don't think I have ever not studied for a test in nursing school. There will be no straight A's this semester. But I am OK with that. I will still graduate with honors if I get all B's or even a C. *gasp*
So Babe bought me this ( or rather like it, they don't have the big one on their website) and I made this
It is supposed to be a pumpkin, thought I know it doesn't look the best. I also ate a huge piece of it (It is wheat free, but tastes oh so real) and now feel sick.
I told you all how I was going to get all bloggy on your asses now that I am out of school and back from my no internet cruise, but there have been no entries for so long and therefore you have stopped commenting:(
Let me update you a little without talking too much about my fucking WEDDING. I am trying SO HARD not to be bridzilla, but I can certainly understand how easy it is to be one.
OK, my blog reading public, aside from post pregnancy, did your feet randomly grow after you were an adult. My feet I swear shrunk and then grew. When I was in high school, I wore a size 9, then during the first half of my twenties, I wore an 8. Last summer it was up to 8.5 and now those same shoes I bought last summer, are making my "big toe" purple with pressure. I have gained weight, but not enough to make my feet so out of whack. And I have been 40lbs heavier than this and worn at 8, so I don't think that is it. I do have the "alien toe" problem. Man this sucks, I love to buy shoes, but I don't want to have to replace all the out of style ones I love.
I am currently reading Wicked from my reading list on the left. I have to say I already love the Wicked Witch of the West because this book makes her a real person. I will be back when I finish the book to give a better description of the book.