I am so excited. SCHOOL! IS! OUT!
I finished with my UVU classes a couple weeks ago and I made it through with all As. I'm pretty sure that's my first 4.0 I've ever achieved although the classes were pretty easy so it's not as cool.
I took my anatomy final at Provo College on Thursday and I found out my score yesterday: 91%! Nice! I will definitely take it. So, overall, I made it out with an A- in the class. YAY!
So, now I'm done with school until August which is pretty much the longest break that I've had since, well, probably before kindergarten. It's going to be a FABULOUS summer and I kicked it off with finding out I made good grades. :) The only stuff I have planned thus far for summer is The Music Man, work, and of course, fitting in as much fun in between as possible.
09 May 2010
09 April 2010
Ebay
So...I've been doing a lot of Ebaying lately. Probably not the best thing, but it's just too much fun. Today, while searching for journals, I came across someone selling some poor lady's journals comprising the years of 1966-1985. To make matters worse, the journals weren't being auctioned as one set; the twenty or so journals were being sold in sets of four. Now I don't know the author of these journals, but I can only imagine that, if she knew, it would break her heart. If anyone ever did such a thing to my journals, it certainly would. I wouldn't be too surprised if the author's ghost starts haunting the seller's home or something. Ugh, makes me sick just thinking about it.
Wisdom Teeth
April 2nd held a lot of firsts for me: my first surgery, my first IV...my first time taking heavy duty pain killers... All because I got my wisdom teeth out (which was also a first, of course ;) ).
The appointment began with a consultation. Dr. Park examined my X-rays and told me a little bit of what to expect. I had all four wisdom teeth and I had room to keep the upper ones but not the bottom ones. Of course, the upper ones would have nothing to bite on so all four had to go. The top teeth seemed to be the easier ones; they were both facing the right way, although still under the gum. The bottom wisdom teeth had grown some root so the chance of paresthesia was about 5-10% for one side and about 20% on the other side. Both bottom teeth were sideways and would require stitches. The doctor also predicted that some of the bone would have to be taken on the left side. (That kind of freaked me out. Well, I guess the whole extraction freaked me out so nothing new.)
After the consultation, I was taken back to one of the ORs and everything went very quickly from there. I was given some pills (ibuprofen and something for nausea) and hooked up to monitors (an EKG, a pulse oximeter, and a blood pressure machine) and was put on oxygen. Dr. Park then came in and placed my IV. I wasn't too nervous for this part and I was right to not worry about it. I didn't feel anything at all because they used some kind of spray that turns cold on the arm. The doctor then asked me how I was feeling. I responded "Alright" and then, after a couple of seconds, "Actually I do feel a little weird". And that's the last thing I remember. I don't remember feeling tired or anything, I just went unconscious in a single instant. It's the weirdest/coolest feeling to think back on.
The next thing I know, I'm sitting in a wheelchair in a hallway and the assistant who helped with my surgery and my mom are there. I was involuntarily shaking all over. Through the grog, I heard the assistant tell my mom that the shaking can sometimes happen as a side effect of the anesthesia. I also remember the assistant asking me how I was doing. I told her that I was thirsty so she brought a can of apple juice and gave me some in a little syringe. This was way too much for my confused brain to comprehend so I grabbed the whole can and tried to drink. I didn't realize or understand that my mouth was full of gauze; everything was numb for Pete's sake! So I basically just succeeded in soaking my gauze in apple juice, dribbling it on myself, and creating the opportunity for the assistant to have to change my gauze. It was funny because I didn't link these events in a logical way at the time. In fact, it was a few days later that I actually pieced together what happened. I just figured that I needed fresh gauze anyway and I had no clue as to why I couldn't properly get the apple juice down. My mom tells me that at this time the assistant also relayed all of the post-op instructions to her (but I don't remember any of this).
On the way home, we stopped at Smith's so my mom could fill my prescriptions. The drive was all a blur; I don't remember much of it. I just waited in the car while she ran in. I alternated between dozing off and writing in my journal (I wanted to write the experience while I was still a bit loopy to see if I'd write anything funny).
By the time I got home, I was pretty alert. Time seemed to pass in weird ways for the rest of the day though. I had to keep the gauze in to stop the bleeding for quite awhile and it was the most annoying thing ever. It was uncomfortable and anything I said was very mumbled and difficult to understand.
Recovery hasn't been too bad. I'd say the worst part was the Lortab. It made me feel sort of light-headed, the kind of light-headed experienced when you've been awake all night and you're so tired your head swims. It (or something) only made me nauseous enough to throw up once which was probably due to the fact that I didn't eat very much with it that time.
The appointment began with a consultation. Dr. Park examined my X-rays and told me a little bit of what to expect. I had all four wisdom teeth and I had room to keep the upper ones but not the bottom ones. Of course, the upper ones would have nothing to bite on so all four had to go. The top teeth seemed to be the easier ones; they were both facing the right way, although still under the gum. The bottom wisdom teeth had grown some root so the chance of paresthesia was about 5-10% for one side and about 20% on the other side. Both bottom teeth were sideways and would require stitches. The doctor also predicted that some of the bone would have to be taken on the left side. (That kind of freaked me out. Well, I guess the whole extraction freaked me out so nothing new.)
After the consultation, I was taken back to one of the ORs and everything went very quickly from there. I was given some pills (ibuprofen and something for nausea) and hooked up to monitors (an EKG, a pulse oximeter, and a blood pressure machine) and was put on oxygen. Dr. Park then came in and placed my IV. I wasn't too nervous for this part and I was right to not worry about it. I didn't feel anything at all because they used some kind of spray that turns cold on the arm. The doctor then asked me how I was feeling. I responded "Alright" and then, after a couple of seconds, "Actually I do feel a little weird". And that's the last thing I remember. I don't remember feeling tired or anything, I just went unconscious in a single instant. It's the weirdest/coolest feeling to think back on.
The next thing I know, I'm sitting in a wheelchair in a hallway and the assistant who helped with my surgery and my mom are there. I was involuntarily shaking all over. Through the grog, I heard the assistant tell my mom that the shaking can sometimes happen as a side effect of the anesthesia. I also remember the assistant asking me how I was doing. I told her that I was thirsty so she brought a can of apple juice and gave me some in a little syringe. This was way too much for my confused brain to comprehend so I grabbed the whole can and tried to drink. I didn't realize or understand that my mouth was full of gauze; everything was numb for Pete's sake! So I basically just succeeded in soaking my gauze in apple juice, dribbling it on myself, and creating the opportunity for the assistant to have to change my gauze. It was funny because I didn't link these events in a logical way at the time. In fact, it was a few days later that I actually pieced together what happened. I just figured that I needed fresh gauze anyway and I had no clue as to why I couldn't properly get the apple juice down. My mom tells me that at this time the assistant also relayed all of the post-op instructions to her (but I don't remember any of this).
On the way home, we stopped at Smith's so my mom could fill my prescriptions. The drive was all a blur; I don't remember much of it. I just waited in the car while she ran in. I alternated between dozing off and writing in my journal (I wanted to write the experience while I was still a bit loopy to see if I'd write anything funny).
By the time I got home, I was pretty alert. Time seemed to pass in weird ways for the rest of the day though. I had to keep the gauze in to stop the bleeding for quite awhile and it was the most annoying thing ever. It was uncomfortable and anything I said was very mumbled and difficult to understand.
Recovery hasn't been too bad. I'd say the worst part was the Lortab. It made me feel sort of light-headed, the kind of light-headed experienced when you've been awake all night and you're so tired your head swims. It (or something) only made me nauseous enough to throw up once which was probably due to the fact that I didn't eat very much with it that time.
01 April 2010
Ok, so I really want to get back into blogging. It's a very satisfying hobby for me...
Anyways, so in the past year since I wrote, a few things have changed, but nothing too major. I still am just doing school (working towards a nursing degree) and working. I applied for UVU's nursing program last fall but I didn't make it because they changed the requirements while I was in the midst of taking them so basically, my grades weren't high enough to even apply. Part of the requirement changes also made it so you can only retake each prereq twice within a 5 year period. I found this out when I was in the middle of retaking a class... So yeah, I'm ineligible to retake anything for 5 years, which means 5+ years before I could even reapply. Kind of cold of UVU to do that. Anyway, I still really want to be a nurse so now I'm trying to get into Provo College's nursing program. I'm retaking Anatomy to get a more competitive grade at Provo College (where the course is MUCH easier) while finishing an associates Degree at UVU (just because I'm so close and I may as well have it).
Wow, that last paragraph makes me sound really dumb... I'm not a horrible student and my grades range from decent Bs to good As but it's the few Cs in the really hardcore science classes that burned me. Ah well, I will get where I want to be.
Yup, not too much has changed...
Over the last year I've had a lot of fun. I've hung out with lots of cool people, seen lots of awesome theatre, acted in Singin' in the Rain and had a fabulous time, took a trip to Colorado (so cool), hiked Timp (that was a feat), adopted a new kitten (named Mr. Henry), and many more awesome things. Life can be so much fun.
Anyway, we'll call that a decent update. Hopefully I will blog more often so I can stop doing these lame entries. :)
Anyways, so in the past year since I wrote, a few things have changed, but nothing too major. I still am just doing school (working towards a nursing degree) and working. I applied for UVU's nursing program last fall but I didn't make it because they changed the requirements while I was in the midst of taking them so basically, my grades weren't high enough to even apply. Part of the requirement changes also made it so you can only retake each prereq twice within a 5 year period. I found this out when I was in the middle of retaking a class... So yeah, I'm ineligible to retake anything for 5 years, which means 5+ years before I could even reapply. Kind of cold of UVU to do that. Anyway, I still really want to be a nurse so now I'm trying to get into Provo College's nursing program. I'm retaking Anatomy to get a more competitive grade at Provo College (where the course is MUCH easier) while finishing an associates Degree at UVU (just because I'm so close and I may as well have it).
Wow, that last paragraph makes me sound really dumb... I'm not a horrible student and my grades range from decent Bs to good As but it's the few Cs in the really hardcore science classes that burned me. Ah well, I will get where I want to be.
Yup, not too much has changed...
Over the last year I've had a lot of fun. I've hung out with lots of cool people, seen lots of awesome theatre, acted in Singin' in the Rain and had a fabulous time, took a trip to Colorado (so cool), hiked Timp (that was a feat), adopted a new kitten (named Mr. Henry), and many more awesome things. Life can be so much fun.
Anyway, we'll call that a decent update. Hopefully I will blog more often so I can stop doing these lame entries. :)
04 February 2009
Update on my Life
Oh my land! I've missed LiveJournal so much!
So, I quit pretty much everything because of Anatomy and Micro last semester. I went through with quitting at the nursing home, and my grades improved because of it. But I have missed my residents/taking care of people so much. Even now that it's been four months. I also quit voice lessons and avoided auditioning for any shows because of school (both of which I will eventually begin again). So, now that that semester from you-know-where is over, my schedule is so empty. I am only taking one class (plus institute) and working only one job. It's so nice but sometimes frustrating because I feel most alive when I'm busy.
My average week goes something like this:
Monday through Thursday: I get up around 9 AM and study and watch TV for a few hours. In the afternoon, I go to a couple hours of school and then do whatever I want for the rest of the day. I hit the sack around midnight.
Friday through Sunday: I usually work 7-3:30 everyday, with the exception of Sunday. Sometimes I work, and sometimes I have it off to go to church and whatnot.
I must admit, this schedule is pretty sweet. But I really wish I had a second job so I could earn more money. I could pick up more hours at the hospital, but housekeeping is really starting to drive me NUTS. I can only handle it so much in a week. Not to mention, having two jobs keeps me from getting bored and also makes it seem as if I am working much less than I really am. I have some debt plus I know that once I get into the nursing program, it's going to be very hard to put in many hours at a job. I need to have something saved!
So yup, that's pretty much the essence of my life. If anyone knows of any good job openings around, let me know. :)
So, I quit pretty much everything because of Anatomy and Micro last semester. I went through with quitting at the nursing home, and my grades improved because of it. But I have missed my residents/taking care of people so much. Even now that it's been four months. I also quit voice lessons and avoided auditioning for any shows because of school (both of which I will eventually begin again). So, now that that semester from you-know-where is over, my schedule is so empty. I am only taking one class (plus institute) and working only one job. It's so nice but sometimes frustrating because I feel most alive when I'm busy.
My average week goes something like this:
Monday through Thursday: I get up around 9 AM and study and watch TV for a few hours. In the afternoon, I go to a couple hours of school and then do whatever I want for the rest of the day. I hit the sack around midnight.
Friday through Sunday: I usually work 7-3:30 everyday, with the exception of Sunday. Sometimes I work, and sometimes I have it off to go to church and whatnot.
I must admit, this schedule is pretty sweet. But I really wish I had a second job so I could earn more money. I could pick up more hours at the hospital, but housekeeping is really starting to drive me NUTS. I can only handle it so much in a week. Not to mention, having two jobs keeps me from getting bored and also makes it seem as if I am working much less than I really am. I have some debt plus I know that once I get into the nursing program, it's going to be very hard to put in many hours at a job. I need to have something saved!
So yup, that's pretty much the essence of my life. If anyone knows of any good job openings around, let me know. :)
22 September 2008
Update
Our house is getting close to finished with it's remodel. I know I should have posted something between the fire and the present, but I obviously didn't get around to it... So much has been done to our house. A cleaning crew packed out all of our stuff to be cleaned and "O-Zoned". Electricians rewired everything and we now have ceiling fans in every room and much needed additional outlets and switches. We've had our old insulation sucked out and new blown in, a completely new roof put on, all new paint, and many more minor replacements/repairs. Just over the weekend, we had our dining room, bathroom, kitchen, and a small area for the front entryway tiled. (That was a challenge, you see, we couldn't walk on the tile for at least 12 hours, so, to get to the bathroom I had to enter via window.) Tomorrow, carpeters are coming and so besides minor things, we can sort of move in. The frustrating thing is none of our belongings have been cleaned yet because the insurance company has not paid the crews... Hopefully soon. We have what we need to survive (and we at least got our computer cleaned) but we don't have much in the way of furnishings or clothing (including our winter coats).
After the fire, we lived in hotels for about three weeks and then "officially" moved into my grandma's house. The insurance gave us money for rent so that was nice. Although we have my grandma's house as a place to stay, most of my family usually stays in mine and Janessa garage bedroom. (Yikes, it gets packed when all of us happen to be here.) Usually, Janessa stays at her friends, and Clint also goes to a friend's house a lot. I have spent the most time at my grandma's, going whenever I have a large enough relief from my busy schedule. But yes, the house is looking amazing. We've gotten a much needed remodel, all paid for by insurance. (It hasn't come without it's pains though, but it'll be worth it.)
As far as school goes, I am currently taking Anatomy and Microbiology. They are both hard classes, but Anatomy is insane. It's very rigorous and the classes combined are eating up most of my time. Because of time restraints, I am quitting my job at the nursing home (my last day is Friday) so I'll only have one job (at the hospital). It's not like I work full time at both (not even close) but both jobs were getting a little annoyed by how little I was able to pick up shifts for them (mostly the hospital). So, rather than lose what I've worked so hard for at the hospital (my "foot in the door"), I'm quitting at the nursing home. I'm going to miss the sweet sweet residents that I get to care for. I've become so attached to some of them. But I won't miss all the hard work, stress, and the overall fact that the nursing home is a poor employer. I always feel like they're cheating me on my check and they have little regard towards me as a person. So, it's bittersweet.
After the fire, we lived in hotels for about three weeks and then "officially" moved into my grandma's house. The insurance gave us money for rent so that was nice. Although we have my grandma's house as a place to stay, most of my family usually stays in mine and Janessa garage bedroom. (Yikes, it gets packed when all of us happen to be here.) Usually, Janessa stays at her friends, and Clint also goes to a friend's house a lot. I have spent the most time at my grandma's, going whenever I have a large enough relief from my busy schedule. But yes, the house is looking amazing. We've gotten a much needed remodel, all paid for by insurance. (It hasn't come without it's pains though, but it'll be worth it.)
As far as school goes, I am currently taking Anatomy and Microbiology. They are both hard classes, but Anatomy is insane. It's very rigorous and the classes combined are eating up most of my time. Because of time restraints, I am quitting my job at the nursing home (my last day is Friday) so I'll only have one job (at the hospital). It's not like I work full time at both (not even close) but both jobs were getting a little annoyed by how little I was able to pick up shifts for them (mostly the hospital). So, rather than lose what I've worked so hard for at the hospital (my "foot in the door"), I'm quitting at the nursing home. I'm going to miss the sweet sweet residents that I get to care for. I've become so attached to some of them. But I won't miss all the hard work, stress, and the overall fact that the nursing home is a poor employer. I always feel like they're cheating me on my check and they have little regard towards me as a person. So, it's bittersweet.
07 July 2008
Update
The past week has been crazy! First of all, on Tuesday (July 1st) there was a fire in our home. Basically, it never really caught flame, it just smoldered (so I guess it's not really a fire). Our whole family smelled smoke the day before and all night long, but just assumed it was one of the many wild fires that are burning nearby. Early on Tuesday morning, my dad was watching the news to find out where the fire was (it had to be close, after all, it was getting hard to breathe within our home) but nothing was being reported. Finally, he went out and looked at our house. After a good inspection, he saw a thin stream of smoke pouring out of the backside of our roof. He evacuated and called 911. Janessa and I were woken after emergency personnel had already arrived--to my dad and cop in our room. Yeah, pretty exciting way to wake up.
So, for the next few hours, we sat out on the sidewalk and watched as firefighters went in and out. When they were through, we discovered that they had put out the fire by simply cutting out the rafters. Very little water was used so there wasn't much water damage to worry about. However, there's lots of smoke damage. They used fans at the entrances to circulate or something, and it blew soot everywhere, clear back to the most rear window sill. The fire occurred above the living room, and surprisingly, very few things were destroyed. The piano and the china hutch that my dad built were totally fine. However, we will need to replace our couch and carpet (which probably needed it anyway and now we'll get insurance to cover it :). ) Also, all life was saved too. Our cats ran out and the firefighter carried out our aquarium. (I guess a few spiders may have died though...)
So, the long and short of it is, we are now living in a motel and looking for a house to rent while necessary repairs are made.
Oh yeah, we took some cool pictures which will eventually be posted on Facebook. It's kind of hard without a computer (I'm posting this from the library).
So, for the next few hours, we sat out on the sidewalk and watched as firefighters went in and out. When they were through, we discovered that they had put out the fire by simply cutting out the rafters. Very little water was used so there wasn't much water damage to worry about. However, there's lots of smoke damage. They used fans at the entrances to circulate or something, and it blew soot everywhere, clear back to the most rear window sill. The fire occurred above the living room, and surprisingly, very few things were destroyed. The piano and the china hutch that my dad built were totally fine. However, we will need to replace our couch and carpet (which probably needed it anyway and now we'll get insurance to cover it :). ) Also, all life was saved too. Our cats ran out and the firefighter carried out our aquarium. (I guess a few spiders may have died though...)
So, the long and short of it is, we are now living in a motel and looking for a house to rent while necessary repairs are made.
Oh yeah, we took some cool pictures which will eventually be posted on Facebook. It's kind of hard without a computer (I'm posting this from the library).
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