No Break in My Break

Although the weather outside is perfection, indicative of my most favorite time of the year, I seem to always be cooped up in my bedroom, chained and slaving away at recopying notes and pouring over power points from previous lectures. I know that none of it is in vain, it's all geared toward making the best and the brightest future possible for myself. I just wish that I could make a little more free time to go out and play. I miss riding bikes and rolling around in the grass, the days when my biggest worries were simply how to maximize the daylight hours and what sheets would work best to build a backyard fortress to keep the invaders away. Now, my worries are those of the real world: working enough hours to pay bills and keep my insurance(s) up-t0-date, doctors visits and plans for this spinal surgery to correct all the abnormal stenosis that's presented itself in the past couple of years. Despite it all, I can not help but marvel that it could always be much worse, and I thank my higher power that my suffering and set-backs are nothing compared to those I see daily in news broadcasts in third world nations and see stateside with all the natural disasters, poverty, and violence.

Today, I'm working on the clinical packet application. It only arrived this past Saturday morning, and I have much to do to ensure its prompt and proper completion and remission to the school and the Louisiana Sate Board of Nursing. Thankfully, I had forethought to compile everything that I knew they were going to request, so I only have to get the fingerprints and the passport pictures, affix some postage to the envelope and drop it in my nearest mailbox. I also have to contact the Cobra people to pay a rather hefty sum to continue health insurance as it seems that the specialists prefer that I no longer put off this necessary corrective laminectomy that is supposedly the remedy to the nearly constant grinding pain at the base of my waist, drifting its fingers all the way down my leg to the back of my knee.

These days, I'm wondering about sponsorships. Are there individuals or corporations out there that recognize true ambition when its presented to them and agree to help finance a nursing education? I wish that there were truer and more available mentorships like in the days of the artisans and noble benefactors aiding and abetting the young, the worthy, and the promising. Who knows. Maybe I worry too much about the affordability of things. After all, other students embark on their journeys into the medical field without a hitch. I just wish that I didn't always have to work so hard to get from point A to point B. However, I've appreciated my accomplishments thus far. Maybe the harder I work, the more deserving I'll really be when I step in that room to take the NCLEX-RN and go on the first real interview for a role in my field of choice.

I'm rambling, I know, but I promised myself to use this blog as more of a journal from here out. I guess this is what I meant.