I may have mentioned this in a very early post, but with the new Spring Semester starting up, I’ll mention it again: I’m a closet student. Meaning, I have been sneaking out of work two to three nights a week this past year in order to go to night school and finish my prerequisites for Nursing School. Deviant, huh? Next thing you know I’ll be smoking a joint in the bathroom and letting Bobby go to “second” at prom.
Being a student on the sly has not been easy. The nights where I had to work a long day and then study for my virtually impossible Anatomy exams were not ones I nor my husband (who is not Bobby, thankfully) would like to relive. But when it’s all said and done…I think to myself…damn, girl. This is fun. Truly, it is. I am finally learning about things that interest me. In the span of 8 months, I’ve completed: Anatomy, Physiology, Statistics, and Nutrition. And I work about 50 hours a week. I’m not proud of many things, but I feel very proud about accomplishing this much.
I haven’t felt pride in my “real” job for years now. I work in the animation business as an executive/producer type. I make cartoons for kids. I know what you’re thinking: “OMG! Fun!!!!!!” Nope. Not fun. At least, not fun for me. It’s a career that has me wondering how the hell I got here, and why I stayed so long. Unfortunately, I know why I stayed…the money aint bad.
For as long as I have remembered, I have wanted to be involved in women’s health. I have no idea why, but even at nine or ten years old I would read books about women’s health related issues (childbirth, menstruation, etc). I think my mom thought the interest would go away after I hit puberty, but it never did. I am still utterly fascinated by any issues relating to childbirth and women’s health, and I’m finally making moves to actually study it. I find my current fertility predicaments to be incredibly ironic, given that I have been so fascinated with pregnancy from such an early age.
This semester, I’m taking two Psychology classes, both online, so I don’t have to worry about sneaking out of work early. As much as I love starting class, my first chapter in my Lifespan Psychology class deals with…BINGO!…”Prenatal Development”. This is the topic that made me quietly cry during lecture in Physiology last semester (embarrassing). I am bacially dreading having to read about fetal development and ovulation again. Text books make it all seem so “matter of fact” that a woman’s cycle is between 28-32 days. They describe conception as if it’s something as quick and natural as a morning jog, or pooping. For once. Just ONCE. I would like a text book to address female infertility in their chapters on Conception. But nope. Not going to happen in this book. I’m glad it’s the first chapter and I can get it over with.
I gave my blood to the thyroid doc today–4 vials. Plus pee! I sure hope that he’s looking into some major shit. The nurse scratched my vein (ow) so now I have a bruise. I hope I can get more answers about my thyroid from all of these tests…
I want my period, damnit.