I try not to let my cousin’s reality interfere with my own reality. Or our conversations.
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I try not to let my cousin’s reality interfere with my own reality. Or our conversations.

Whenever I play this game I feel bad for the people that get my drawings. This is a game with my cousin, ananiacal. Getting drawings like this from her doesn’t help my self esteem. :( boohoo
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Whenever I play this game I feel bad for the people that get my drawings. This is a game with my cousin, ananiacal.

Getting drawings like this from her doesn’t help my self esteem. :( boohoo

Don’t worry. You got this! You all can tell that this basket was totally my idea, right? haha ananiacal: I finally start nursing school tomorrow. It’s been a long time coming, or at least it feels that way, and it’s also been a while since I’ve honestly felt anything akin to excitement about it. But the other day, my cousin and his girlfriend, who’ll soon be finishing nursing school, had a little surprise waiting for me on the dinner table: a nursing school care-basket. Fully equipped with a googly-eyed, perfectly squishy stress ball, colorful squiggly straws, snacks-including all important dark chocolate, fun socks, a pen light, scissors, even a bottle of detergent proven effective on those awful white uniforms, a planner, and not one, but TWO mini lint roller thingamajigs—one to keep in the car, and the other to keep in my bag. Oh, AND, there were colorful gel pens (I can be a bit picky about my writing instruments), and an EPIC 4-colored pen WITH a built-in pencil. All this (and a few other things), accompanied by a card with an inventory of the items, detailing the function of each (e.g. “Travel pillow: For all of the random places you will find yourself napping.”) and a note wishing me luck and reminding me that I do have people in my life that love and support me. Had I been PMS-ing, I might’ve shed a tear or two… Of all the “it’ll be great!” and “you’ll be done in no time” and “you’ll be fine” sorts of statements I’ve gotten over the past few weeks, this thoughtful expression of caring did the most to get me feeling at least a smidge more optimistic about embarking on this new adventure of mine. With my new arsenal of supplies at the ready, I can face any 6:30am clinical assignment that comes my way! Bring it on! (Though…I may have to get back to you on those early mornings…not really my thing…)
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Don’t worry. You got this!

You all can tell that this basket was totally my idea, right? haha

ananiacal:

I finally start nursing school tomorrow. It’s been a long time coming, or at least it feels that way, and it’s also been a while since I’ve honestly felt anything akin to excitement about it. But the other day, my cousin and his girlfriend, who’ll soon be finishing nursing school, had a little surprise waiting for me on the dinner table: a nursing school care-basket. Fully equipped with a googly-eyed, perfectly squishy stress ball, colorful squiggly straws, snacks-including all important dark chocolate, fun socks, a pen light, scissors, even a bottle of detergent proven effective on those awful white uniforms, a planner, and not one, but TWO mini lint roller thingamajigs—one to keep in the car, and the other to keep in my bag. Oh, AND, there were colorful gel pens (I can be a bit picky about my writing instruments), and an EPIC 4-colored pen WITH a built-in pencil.

All this (and a few other things), accompanied by a card with an inventory of the items, detailing the function of each (e.g. “Travel pillow: For all of the random places you will find yourself napping.”) and a note wishing me luck and reminding me that I do have people in my life that love and support me. Had I been PMS-ing, I might’ve shed a tear or two…

Of all the “it’ll be great!” and “you’ll be done in no time” and “you’ll be fine” sorts of statements I’ve gotten over the past few weeks, this thoughtful expression of caring did the most to get me feeling at least a smidge more optimistic about embarking on this new adventure of mine. With my new arsenal of supplies at the ready, I can face any 6:30am clinical assignment that comes my way! Bring it on!

(Though…I may have to get back to you on those early mornings…not really my thing…)

Source: ananiacal

Watching the Lakers game with my cousin... See what repeatedly taking patient histories does to my conversations?

  • Me: Is Luke (Walton) active?
  • ananiacal: ...
  • Me: And I don't mean sexually.
  • ananiacal: I didn't think you meant that.

Headache?

“Headache?” my cousin asks as she walks in the door and sees my on the couch.

“eh,” I say with a groan. “How do you know?”

“When you look like this,” she explains pointing to my face.

I must look like crap.

My little cousin Katie (18 year old cousin) just came back from a choir tour to London. She brought back a package of tea for my sister and I. They’re tea bags with Will and Kate lounging on the top! Those Brits are hilarious.
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My little cousin Katie (18 year old cousin) just came back from a choir tour to London. She brought back a package of tea for my sister and I.

They’re tea bags with Will and Kate lounging on the top! Those Brits are hilarious.

Email Convo Re: Green St. Patrick's Day River in Chicago

  • Cousin: Oh wow. How do they turn a whole river green?
  • Me: Probably they have leprechauns pee in it.
  • Cousin: Eeeewww... they've gotta have billions of leprechauns then, i mean, they must have such tiny bladders.
My cousin said “Happy Valentine’s Day” and handed this to me today. Who am I to refuse a gift?
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My cousin said “Happy Valentine’s Day” and handed this to me today.

Who am I to refuse a gift?

My Heart Is Frozen

  • Cousin: It's cold.
  • Me: Whoa... you're cold? Is it frozen somewhere?
  • Her: Yes -- your heart!
  • Me: Are you saying my heart is hell?
  • Her: No. Just that it's frozen.