I am ill.
Sinusitis and Bronchitis....these two things go hand in hand, and not only do they sound like the next Eminem album, but I tend to get a bit overly emotional and perhaps exaggerate my condition whenever this becomes a part of my life. I go through the five stages of dying, and by the time I've reached the acceptance stage poor Quentin (my brother) always hears the same "final words" from me as I drift off into NyQuil, claiming I'm seeing the white light...."I've always loved you, dear brother, so you may have my Pontiac Bonneville. Change the oil and she'll be good to go. No one can have my savings account. I busted my hind end at the Crackhouse for it and I shall be buried with it."
I sound like Darth Vader with COPD, and after a couple of Ny-shots I am speaking like Saturday Night Live's Drunk Uncle...for instance, (it's worth the bad quality, believe you me)
And the worst part of it all is today is my final day to study for my nursing final in the morning. I don't know about you, but I do not excel at focusing when I am on a lot of medication. Not to mention focusing on a test is one thing, but focusing on a NURSING test, that is murder. Let me give you a sample question:
What is the nurse's priority concern with her patient?
A. Patient stops breathing
B. Patient has no heartbeat or pulse
C. Patient is set on fire
D. Patient has been kidnapped my terrorists
'That is so weird, because I feel like I should be concerned about all of those things.' Yes, you should, but what's the best answer here? The answer is always E. I DO NOT KNOW AND I AM CURRENTLY RE-EVALUATING MY CAREER OF CHOICE WITH EACH QUESTION.
I didn't go to church today. I am a cess-pool of sickness, so I figured I'd better seek medical attention in the care of my own Serta mattress. Though it wouldn't matter anyway, even though I look terrible, I feel as though I must always look terrible when I go to church, or really anywhere for that matter. Maybe it's the nursing school, the full-time job, or the lack of sleep, but I can't get that "rested" look people are searching for. It has become less offensive and more entertaining when I've spent three hours on a Sunday morning getting ready, look at myself, and almost take one of those tweenage 'bathroom body shots' that the youthful generation post on Facebook to prove to America that they're ridiculously good-looking, but the moment I walk into a public area where I see anyone I know, the first seven people will respond to my "Hello!" with, "You look horrible....are you sleeping?" and "Oh you poor thing....nursing school's killing you, isn't it?" I actually thought I was overflowing with awesomeness....but now I think I'm gonna go hide in the bathroom. Appreciate your concern, though! Haha....
I miss church when I'm not there. It's refreshing to be around people with the same purpose that you carry: to serve Christ. I know a lot of my friends do not go to church, maybe they don't believe, and a large amount have been hurt by hypocrites in the Christian realm. I understand, hypocritical lifestyles will always be a part of Christianity. People will always be people, imperfect and failing, and we will always find someone we can cast judgment on, easily and deservedly many times. But as one of my favorite songs put it, and as I like to remind myself when I've hurt Him again and again with my lack of consistency and character, "When I don't measure up to much in this life, I'm a treasure in the arms of Christ."
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