Sunday, October 26, 2008

I Was A Champion For Me It Was A Fall

Two months. Yes, it has been the longest cessation since the beginning of this log. Needless to say, there are a lot of things that need to get covered, and covered they shall be. Bear with me as this will have to be a multi-post so that you won't have to sort through the posts about things that don't interest you.

This part, the first one I'm writing after the silence, has to be about the most prominent thing over the past two months. Without a doubt it would have to be the relationship I had with a particular girl. I'm hesitant to use her name, so for the story's sake, she'll be known as M (Really, if you're reading this and don't know who she is, welcome to my life. Enjoy the ride).
We met up about late August/early September, and began attending social gathering together for a couple weeks, and then started dating by mid September. This continued until early this month when the relationship ended. I'm not going to go into the details of that part, but will say that it was difficult, and we're both getting over it.

Ok, I expected to write more about this, but I feel that to be sufficient as is. In conclusion, the break-up was rough, but even if I knew how it was going to be, it still was worth the ride before the end. To quote Peyton Sawyer (Big kudos to anyone who tracks down this reference), just because the song has an end, doesn't mean you can't enjoy the music. And it was good music.
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I Don't Care If I Ever Get Back



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Is It Getting Better, Or Do You Feel The Same?

If you were wondering if I have cleaned another man's butt, I for better of worse, have now. I recently finished a CNA certifying course. Right now, half of you are thinking, wow CNA, sounds like a big deal. It's not. At all. No really, they're the bottom of the totem pole when it comes to health care. Their duties typically include changing linens, checking vital signs, and making sure the bed is in its lowest position. Oh and measuring and monitoring excretions. Of all kinds. How jealous are you of me? It's ok to say very jealous.
Clearly, I took this job for the prestige. My new pick up line has to be, I know the proper way to transfer you from a wheelchair to a bed. (Cue the cheesy grin and of course, the double shooters). Bullet-proof, I know. The ladies of central Florida better beware.
In all seriousness, I'm doing it because it's the best way for me to gain great first hand experience in health care. I'll be assigned to roughly a dozen patients and be in charge of the menially tasks incumbent in their care. I'm cool with that. Plus, it gives me a job that I can pickup wherever I live. Go ahead. Look up your local hospital's job listings. I guarantee there to be at least one listing under CNA or Patient Care Tech (materially identical). Yep, that could be me.
I'll take the certifying test on the 3rd and then get hired on here at one of the local hospitals. It might be a pay cut from what I'm doing now, but I'll be getting better experience, more hours and better hours. Working the entire weekend really put a cramp on my social life, back when I had one worth talking about. The new gig will have me likely slinging three days a week, 7a-7p and then every other or every third weekend off. It will be a nice paycheck and a great way to know more of the inner working of health care. And no, if you do end up in my hospital, on my watch, I will not wipe your butt. I'll let you wallow in it for days. Trust me, I'll win that battle easily.
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