So am I really crazy, or...?

Here's today's pictures of my angels (and the devil-cat).




The general opinion is that I'm crazy. First, people tend to find out that I'm taking this advanced program and getting my second bachelor's degree in just twelve months. That's crazy enough in it's own right. Then I slip in that I'm married. Eyebrows raise. Finally I mention something about one of the boys, and the eyebrows go back up "Oh, how old are you?" Well, I'm twenty-eight. "You look so young!" Yeah... with my hair pulled back you can't see how quickly it's turning white. At this point I generally give in and say that I actually have three boys, 4, 2, and 10 months old. That's when I get one of two inevitable comments:

"How can you do all that? You must be going crazy!"
or
"You do *know* what causes pregnancy, right?"

Ha ha ha. Even my husband thinks I've lost my mind. Not only do I want to go back to school for more (I want my doctorate!) I also want another child. Okay, he's probably right.

Anyway. I finished my first clinical day, with my first patient of my very own. It was a pretty good day. I saw or assisted with a number of good procedures, and though I felt remarkably incapable I know that much of what I need will come in time. After all, I've only been in school for 6 weeks... I've got another 40 or so to go. Lots to learn. Lots.

And I must say I am so grateful for my health. The women I helped treat today have so much pain, and so many health problems... I have been blessed with health, both my own and my children and extended family. If nursing does nothing else for me, it will definitely make me appreciate how good I've got it.

So here's a picture of me in my oh-so-adorable student nurse uniform on my first day in the hospital. I really can't wait until I can wear something other than white. Not only is it completely unflattering, I walk on eggshells trying to keep myself clean and presentable for more than an hour. (Strawberry jam on toast does *NOT* go well with white lab coats)