We Are Small People

I am up WAY too early. Especially since I went to bed after one am this morning. It's 0737! Wow.

So, I thought I would talk about some good things today as well as some things I missed talking about yesterday.

First of all, on Saturday, I put down a deposit on an apartment! It is in Brady Heights, which is apparently a very old Tulsa neighborhood that used to be a fancy part of town, then got run down with poverty, and is now becoming a hub for young professionals (that's me!) and artsy, creative people. The apartment is big for the price, was built in the twenties or thirties, and has a SUN ROOM. I am mostly excited about the sun room. Could you tell?

So, today I am going to go draw up the lease and find out if it is clean and ready to paint--they want to buy the paint if I will do the actual painting. I just want to paint the sun room the same yellow as the living room. If I have to push the roller, who cares? It'll be yellow!--and then I can start prepping to move this weekend! How utterly terrifying. I have not put a deposit down, paid first month's rent, or moved my meager furnishings into an apartment since 2008. And that didn't go so well about a year later. So, I am a little anxious/nervous/excited/terrified. But, it will be okay. It will be okay.

Or so I keep telling myself.

I have to buy things, too! I only own three things and a lot of books. Three things for the whole apartment! 

I own a book shelf, a full sized bed, and a little two person couch (aren't all couches really two-person? I mean, sure you can fit a third or fourth on larger ones, but once you do, it always seems a little crowded and becomes uncomfortable. Am I right?). I can hardly fill one room with that modest list. Plus, I have NO LIGHTING. No lamps, people! And my new living room has no overhead light. How will I see?! So, I have to buy lamps. Buy LAMPS?

Where does one go to purchase lamps? Surely there isn't a lamp store. A whole store dedicated to soft lighting. And what kind of lamps should I get? What kind do I want? And how much will they actually cost? Are lamps expensive?! This is too stressful, people. Why can't I be a full-time student at a university? Why can't I have crappy student housing? I would be completely miserable, but at least my room would be furnished with cheap eighties dorm furniture. And then I wouldn't have to fret and figure out how to be an adult and do it myself. Plus, I wouldn't get all freaked out about ruining the stuff, because, let me tell you, I DO NOT want to ruin my own furniture. What a scary thought.

Guys, I just need to be able to see at night.

Maybe I will forgo the lamp buying all together and instead invest in some sort of night-vision technology. Then I could use my investment outside of the home. Twice the use. A much better deal than buying lamps.

Lamps, people!

On Saturday, something else happened. I got my letter congratulating me on my acceptance into the surgical technologist program at Tulsa Tech. How exciting! Except they admitted me into the class that is five days a week and starts in July. Um, point of information, that isn't the class I applied for. Also, I can't do that. Too soon, and no way I can get by working twenty-four hours a week. I need at least thirty-six, here. And even that is living on scraps and pennies. So, I called them on Monday and asked kindly why I had been put in the wrong course and if I could please be put into the right one. I believe my call was a success, but I haven't received my conformation letter yet. So, we shall see. Things always have a way of getting more screwed up when we try to fix them, but fingers crossed that didn't happen this time. (Wow, that statement was really pessimistic. Sorry guys, for showing my true nature just then.)

So, on another depressing note...a friend of mine, who has been a friend for five years, found out on Monday that she has breast cancer. She is twenty-eight.

I hadn't spoken to her in a couple of years--we had a fall out at the end of 2009 that ended with us basically not speaking for several months, and then trying to reconnect again every few months but never actually following through until last Friday in which we finally had that coffee. So, I have an old friend, who was a good friend, my BEST friend for a couple of years, who I have just been able to rekindle my relationship with and now this news. It may be selfish, but that was seriously bad timing, Universe. Not that I think she is going to die and I am going to be subjected to cruel fate stripping away all my loved ones so soon from my life and woe, woe is me. I don't actually KNOW anything yet, other than that it is in fact cancer. I don't know if it is benign or malignant or even what stage it is. She, apparently, hasn't been informed either, which cannot be good for her psyche. C'mon, doctors! Inform your patients!

She seems in good spirits despite, and she has a lot of support from friends and family--which is actually a very important part of surviving this shit. But, truthfully, even if the world weren't rising up to offer her a hand, I believe she will be fine. She is young and otherwise healthy, she is strong and does not give in to pessimism or allows herself to fall or give in to failure often. She tends to keep chugging along, always pushing forward. And, I believe in good medicine and the power of catching it early. My fingers are crossed that all of the stars align and that she can beat this. Because, she's too young and we just started talking again! (Sorry, so selfish. But, dammit, she's my FRIEND [and I don't have many] and I love her.)

Other than all this news, I had a very good last couple of days. Got to work with two good medics and had easy, fun shifts. I even got an offer to switch to one of their shifts and work with them instead of captain-outburst-partner over here. I would love to, man, but I don't think I could convince your partner to switch with me. Especially since he is apparently in love with you. 

What is with EMTs and being in love with their partners? I could write a whole post on EMTs who would, if same-sex marriage was legal, marry these paras they fight to work with every bid, but I will save you the trouble of having to hear about it. (I tend to look at these EMTs with a sense of...annoyance. They are just people, people! Trust me, they are in no ivory tower nor atop some majestic steed. Some of them, though, are short, so putting them on a pedestal might actually be beneficial to their job performance. You know, so they could see over the patient when they're on the cot.)

Also, same-sex marriage should be legal. How rude is it to tell someone who they can't marry. Shameful, America.

Hope is the time before each new word.
Hope is the time of the blink.
Hope is the time before action occurs.
Hope is so unfounded.


You'll Never Calm Down