Last Tuesday I also kissed any restful nights sleep out the window. Between MY ankle biters, and hers, and along that comes along with them, I've been running on 4-5 hours of broken sleep per night. Usually waking up at least twice within that time to make sure Harlow gets her lazy butt off my bed and in to the whelping box to nurse her babies; to acknowledge that my 2 year old has (again) crawled in to bed with us; to pee; to punch my husband in his sleep for snoring; or just because some part of my mind is confused about what time I should be waking up and sets its internal alarm for 2 a.m.
Thankfully, I've done all of this 4 times before - not with puppies, but with babies of my own. So while I'm as tired as a allgetout, I know how to deal with it. One word:
CAFFEINE
Lots. Lots, and LOTS of caffeine. And this time I don't have to lactate and nurse the little buggers that are keeping me awake, so I have NO guilt about my coffee consumption - HOORAH!
And as if lack of sleep wasn't annoying enough, I've also been delaying the start of my shortened slumber (both intentionally and unintentionally...) - Out of curiosity I bought and downloaded the first book in "The Twilight" series Sunday afternoon. The series had never interested me much, I'm not normally a vampire-story fan, but I needed a new read and after trying the sample from the Kindle store, I decided that the writing was interesting enough to keep me occupied even if the story line fell flat.
Well, for me, it didn't fall flat. I'm half way through book 3 in the series as of last night. Yes - a little over 24 hours and I've read 2 1/2 books. I can't seem to put them DOWN... hence, my delayed slumber. I've been falling asleep between 1 and 2 in the morning reading, after have to pry my fingers off the Kindle and force myself to try and sleep. I still think the whole 'vampire' thing is a little hokey, but the writing keeps me happy as the author does the great job of keeping the book suspenseful and always with a new twist.
And last week my dreams were crushed when I found out that not getting in to that ONE class for fall, Anatomy & Physiology, has made me unable to apply to the University of Washington's Nursing Program for Fall '13. I was heartbroken. An applicant is required to have 3 of the 'natural world' (aka science) classes FINISHED at the time of application. I will only have 2, with absolutely no way of getting the third. Since high school I've wanted to attend U-Dub, but I don't want to have to push off my application for an entire year to a school that I may or may not get in to.
My new top choice school is Puget Sound University. A great school, a great nursing program, but it is private and costs three times as much as the U-Dub. If I get in, I'll figure it out... things always have a way of working themselves out. My dad (well, technically my step dad... but I don't consider him that. I have two dads and love them equally, and both are and always have been super involved in my life - that's a post for another time), is alum to PLU. If I manage to get in, it'll be kinda neat to have been able to attend the same place my dad did.
I've also made another dedication in my life (as if I needed more). At some point, I will apply to medical school. I still want to finish nursing, just to have a marketable trade to fall back on should I not be able to go to med school straight away. And that's not to say that nursing is a 'fall back' trade, or 'not as good', because I definitely don't think that. I worked as a CNA (it's a nursing assistant) for a few years and know how heavily involved and important all of the nursing staff - nurses, med techs, CNAs, and others - are to the health community. If I was to stop at being a nurse, or if I only aspired to become a nurse, that would be a wonderful thing.
Unfortunately for my pocket book, and my youth, I want to do surgeries. Desperately. Without too much back story, because this post is getting too lengthy already, I've decided to pursue Urology. And I know what you're thinking: A Dick Doctor. There's more to it than that though, and I'll get in to WHY I've decided on urology another time.
The puppies, and my children, are all whining for food right now... Damn. Why do they have to eat EVERY day?!
P.S. In case any one was wondering, I'm at 179.something (.7? I think?) with my weight as of this morning, even though I haven't been able to run in a week due to my knees hurting like a mother F'er
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