Little Victories

As you can tell, I haven't posted for a while. Life's a little crazy. A lot has happened in the last little bit, and I'll tell you more about that in future posts. Due to this new found craziness, I have made sure to celebrate the little victories in my life. My laptop crashed last week. Being without my laptop has felt like losing both hands. This just so happened to also be the week that a test is due in my online class. The deadline to take the test is tomorrow night. Thanks to tender mercies, I received a phone call tonight informing me that my computer was repaired and ready for pickup. I was able to get it home and take my test. Getting this test out of the way was a little victory. So I decided to reward myself with this:

I treated myself to an almond flavored milk steamer with a cookie using a tea cup and saucer from my new tea set (thank you Ikea). It was divine. Just sayin. Thank goodness for little victories, and thank goodness for celebrations!

Sicky

After overworking myself the last several weeks, it finally caught up with me. I'm a little sicky. Colds are no bueno.

Whew!

God loves me. And here's one way that I know: I had a little scare a week ago at work. A resident accidentally stuck me with a dirty needle while we are doing surgery. It stuck me good enough to draw blood. I followed the protocol and did everything I was supposed to do when you get stuck. Blood was drawn from my patient and sent down for testing. The next day I got a call from Occupational Health telling me I needed to come down to their office as soon as possible. When I went down, they told me that my patient tested positive for Hepatitis C. My heart sunk. In case you don't know anything about Hep C, it's a bad one. There's nothing you can take to prevent it and nothing you can really do once you get it. It's a slow death sentence. Anyway, suffice it to say, I was a little freaked out. I was told I that I was going to need to come in for testing several times over the next six months to make sure I didn't contract it. I was so upset. I needed some peace and was able to receive a priesthood blessing. I was told in my blessing that I didn't need to worry. I felt instant peace. So now fast forward to yesterday. I got another message to call Occupational Health. I thought, "Oh no, now what do they want?! " Instead I got wonderful news! They did a second confirmatory test on my patient and just got the test results back yesterday. They came back negative! I'm free and clear! No Hep C! I'm so grateful for tender mercies and good friends who comforted me when i was scared.

ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz

The last few weeks have been a whirlwind with work and school. And I've been exhausted. Simply exhausted. I just woke up from a two hour nap. And it was amazing. Man I love a good nap!

Yuppiedom here I come!

yuppie |ˈyəpē| (also yuppy)noun ( pl. -pies) informal derogatorya well-paid young middle-class professional who works in a city job and has a luxurious lifestyle.
Today I took another step toward yuppiedom. And I loved it. Do you ever have perfect moments? I had one today. Picture this: I'm riding my lovely beach cruiser (with a whicker basket on the front) along a trail wearing my favorite striped shirt, cropped skinny jeans, and my new J Crew ballet flats with my good friends B and CC. The sun was shining, the weather the refreshing, and I found myself in bliss. This bodes well for the upcoming year. Next stop, bike ride with a picnic. Yuppiedom here I come!

Everything and Nothing

I was reading a poem yesterday, and two lines really stuck out to me:

"I tell you everything that's nothing,

And nothing of what's everything."

I don't know if you've ever felt that way or had things that you kept in. But it got me thinking...

Another WTHIL moment...

My friend and I both had headaches and needed the lights off. So we were sitting on my couch, watching a movie....in the dark. And what do I see in my periphery? Something black run out from under my couch and under something that was sitting next to my coffee table. I slightly freaked. I know that sight all too well. We both jumped up and grabbed a shoe and flipped on the light. We lifted up the movie case and sure enough, a big roach bolted out from under and towards my Christmas tree. Shouting and slamming shoes ensued, but the little bugger still managed to get under my Christmas tree before I could smash him. I hate those little guys. After about ten minutes, thanks to Christa, I squished that sucker. Christa stood on my shoe while I grabbed a bunch of paper towel. You can never be to careful. These little guys play dead. I have left the shoe over the presumed dead roach before and when I went to clean it up, it was gone. Have I mentioned how much I hate these? Anyway, we successfully killed and flushed the nasty bug. So here's my WTHIL moment....WTHIL is a roach still doing alive and in my house in JANUARY?!?!!?!?! I usually don't have to deal with big bugs until the summer. I love you North Carolina, but these bugs take you down a notch. They mess with my sanity.