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Developmentally Delayed

Well...I am actually getting somewhere with school.
FOR ONCE.
After I finish surg tech in December, I can transfer my credits to the community college. That will leave me with five classes left to take, fifteen hours, and I will have a associates degree in applied science. Which, really, doesn't mean much, but it's a degree, which is more than I had before. Also, for the university I want to go to, they prefer transfer applicants to have an associates. So, this is good news.
FOR ONCE.
I have left to take, along with what's left in surg tech:
- Intro to Psych 3
- Developmental Psych 3
- Medical Ethics 3
- Political Science 3
- American History (either pre-WWII or post) 3
Which will leave me with 61 credit hours and an associates in applied science. That was easier than I thought.
I enrolled in intro to psych already. It'll be online, because I am not really sure what my schedule will be in March when it starts. I AM a little worried about taking online courses, but I figure since I am technically working on my surgical tech certification 24 to 40 hours a week this year, taking online classes probably counts for a little more.
I won't be taking any super big maths or sciences, so I guess I really shouldn't worry. Online for psych is probably about as easy as on-campus. I'm trying not to worry, is what I am saying.
I figure, if I can get a job that pays well enough and if I can force myself to be more fiscally responsible, I can finish my last 15 hours this year online while I get my 29 hours working on surg tech.
So by December I will have everything I need for my associates. And then I can spend six months working my ass off in my new field and in my old field and make as much money as I can so I can move sometime around...September?
The only thing that has me worried is my university selection. It's a damn good school and I am afraid I can't get in. Petrified, actually. I know I currently have a 4.0, and I know the likelihood of me keeping that 4.0 through surg tech and online courses is high, but I still worry. I worry about everything.
I'm a worrier.
But, my fear of failure cannot stop me from trying. I can't let it, because it has already held me back this far, and I am sick and tired of being unsuccessful just because I am afraid of failure. I want to be a doctor. I want to be a surgeon. Right now, I can probably finish my undergrad by twenty-eight or twenty-nine. This has already taken me too long. I should have figured this out sooner, but I guess when it comes to personal lessons, I am a slow learner.
Anyway, good news is good news, so I can celebrate that and get to work on making it happen as quickly as possible. I am going to apply for university as soon as I can, but it may take me a little while to get there. Fingers crossed it doesn't, but I will worry about that when I get there, right?

So, I was sick over Christmas--like, really sick--and I got myself an antibiotic and finished the full course and did everything I was supposed to, but I never did shake the cough or the stuff I was coughing up--although it did eventually look better. Well, now it looks bad again. Infected again. And it's only been a few weeks since I was sick last. What the fuck, body?! What am I going to fucking do with you?! I really don't want to go back to a doctor...I already owe WAY too much in medical bills. I really don't want to go on another course of antibiotics. Maybe it's just a virus that I can't shake? Hence why the z-pack didn't really do much? Ugh. I dunno, but I am done with this sick shit. Maybe, when I am in the OR and everything is at least surgically clean if not sterile, I won't get sick so much. I guess we'll find out. In the meantime, FUCK YOU BODY.

That's all I got for now. Bonnie is coming to Starbucks to work on invitations for her wedding. I told her I would help her out, but I have to admit, I am not at all excited. I'm really not all that girly. I don't know how I get myself into these situations....
Just trying to help a sister out, I guess.
Ah well.

Waiting on a Growth Spurt

Comments

  1. AnonymousThursday, 24 January, 2013

    Sorry not to have been in touch sooner. Keep grinding it out. You're gonna do great and most of all no matter what STAY MOTIVATED!

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