One countdown: I have exactly a month and four days from today before my third semester of school is over. Then I have sixteen weeks, that’s right folks, let’s count them…16 weeks until I have the opportunity (Lord willing) to walk across the stage and be pinned as an RN. Part of me is totally excited and the other part of me is scared spit-less. I will be solely responsible for people, without my teacher following behind me to make sure I do everything right and do the right interventions, and after two years of having a shadow it may seem like the sun disappears. But I know that I will have been equipped with the knowledge that I need, and it may be baby steps to start with, but I will take flight and hopefully make my teachers proud.
Two countdown: We’re making plans for Thanksgiving. w00t!! It is 12 days away. We’re doing traditional (Turkey, green bean bundles, sweet potatoes, pumpkin pie, cherry jello stuff)…my stomach hurts just thinking about it. We always have way more food than what we need, but I’m thankful. I’m thankful for a family that loves me regardless of my shortcomings. I’m thankful that I have a brother that despite the adjustments we’ve all had to make he and his family have stayed to help me meet my financial needs while going to school. I’m thankful for a mom and dad that would do anything for me and help me out when I need them (fixing the car, cutting trees, giving money, baking snacks for my class). I’m thankful for all my aunt’s and uncles, cousins, and extended family that I know would come at the drop of a hat if something happened. I’m thankful for a church family that supports me (and everyone) and accepts people for who and what they are; who I know prays for me. There’s nothing better than knowing that I have a God who watches over me, and He has a people who supports and loves me. I don’t tell people enough that I love them, the more people I lose out of my life (my two grandfather’s in one week) makes it easier to let those words slide off your tongue when you go to hang up the phone ~ you just never know when the last conversation will be. I have a hard time grasping families and situations where there isn’t a bond that’s strong. I am BLESSED to have and be loved by a great family, extended family, and church family. It’s amazing to be me.
Countdown three: I’ve made it to the gym twice this week, and I have a day left. Yeah me!! It’s so easy to let oneself go and before you know it you wake up and your clothes are just a little tighter and you can’t breath when you bend over to tie your shoes. I blame it on being busy and not having time to plan ahead, or I get busy and grab something easy (fast food normally). It won’t be easy if I end up having a heart attack and can’t get out of bed, or end up with diabetes and have other health issues because of that, or end up being 600 lbs and unable to fit through the doorway of my house. There will be a lot more things that are actually ‘not easy’ compared to taking control of my life now. Not to mention the fact of beating MS (which I already have), and keeping my muscle tone from going away and not being able to feel things like I want to. Is it easy? No. Do I promise to be 100% from this day forward? I will try my best. I cannot promise that I will be Ms. Olympus by Christmas, but I may be able to breath when I bend over to put my shoe on and tie it. One step, one pound, one day at a time. The countdown is on!! :)
Need to run…work is calling my name, then study time, then relax ~ maybe. :)