Ya’ll, I survived. Though there were moments on the drive to Liberty this morning where I was this [-] close to pulling over, throwing up and then bursting into tears, I got through it. I’ve found my anxiety/nervousness manifests itself in my digestive tract. That may be TMI but I need you to know that last night was a little rough. EEK.
Today has a much better outlook. For some reason I do this thing where I make situations out to be a bajillion times worse than they are or could be. I was freaking out like I was going to be the ONLY student in this program and the teachers were going to be MEAN and do things like not tell me about assignments until the minute they were due. Apparently I equate nursing school, the program I wanted into SO desperately that I started BAWLING when I gained admission, with HELL. Or prison. Because you know I’d decided I wasn’t going to see ANYONE I love for the next year, on top of NO SLEEP or FUN or FOOD. AT ALL.
Today I showed up and I actually KNEW people (yay) from the get-together Friday night. I also had an offical nursing-school friend, due to my email-stalking (don’t let anyone ever tell you it doesn’t have benefits!) So I’m totally set for a lab partner. And you won’t even believe this but today I found out her dad has PKD. I told my mom that if my new friend turns to me and says, “Matt Wertz is my favorite artist EVER”, I will look at her in disbelief and say, “GET OUT”. That’s how clandestine this whole thing feels. I mean REALLY!? Could there be ANYMORE CLEARER SIGNS that this is where I’m meant to be right now? It’s great to have confirmation of your hopes and dreams.
Now if I could just remember that I can do all things and that I should be “anxious for nothing”, I will do this without throwing up or hyperventilating. That, my friends, is true success.
I’m off to spend the rest of the night doing homework.
PS I TOTALLY took someone’s blood pressure today. How skilled am I?

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Demo: this picture is for you. I’m pretty sure everyone who saw it guessed I was a doctor. I’m okay with that. I wasn’t about to drive into a brick wall, don’t worry!

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