I imagine at this stage in the game I am my only fan lol!
So a little about me, I like GTA V, maybe more than I should like it and it is taking up a lot of time sometimes.
I am dyslexic in my final stages of studying nursing.
Trying to find a way to cope with juggling so much, living with house mates, managing money, studying and some how to find time to socialise (which I don't want to do too often as sometimes people annoy me).
I can be socially inept from time to time, sometimes enjoying a good book whenever I can as opposed to people. But I am fine with that.
I like to draw and doodle whenever I can.
I start back to university on Monday after Christmas break, starting the term off with a drug calculation test. I have been doing well so far with my maths (it has always been a REALLY weak spot for me) then tonight I end up struggling, forgetting how to multiply 7 and 4 lol! So I think that is a sign to call it a night and start again tomorrow.
I really lose my patience with myself when it comes to maths as it is not something I can understand by reading about it, where as with science, more specifically biology I can understand a process or series or happenings by looking at videos and images as opposed to working with numbers. But hey this is just one more hurdle for me to pass before I become a qualified nurse. That's another thing, I found out yesterday where my management placement is. Everyone in my year were obsessing over "ohh where will my placement be? I hope it is good, I reallllllly want to know where it is". Where as me, I wasn't fussed when I found out to be honest, to me it doesn't make a difference where it is I just want to have a nice mentor and a good team of nurses who are gonna push me and help me to finalise my nursing skills so I can pass my management exam and become a qualified nurse. But that thought really scared me. I've always had this bad habit that whenever I am scared or something seriously panics me I feel sick like I could sleep/pass out/vomit. I was really bad as a kid. I remember in p1 we had these trays with little cubes in them to practice how to count, each section had a number in them and you had to put the right amount of cubes in each tray so if one section said 7 you put 7 cubes in it. Every time those trays were brought out I made myself sick with panic. Now THAT is pathetic. Now it is normally it is with something fairly serious like if I see someone become violent, or if something serious has just happened. (In nursing I can keep this feeling under wraps like if someone has a cardiac arrest or something). I got this sick feeling when I thought about becoming a registered nurse :(
Will have to come to peace with this thought, as scary as it is somehow.
I am a 25 year old nurse, who is trying to find herself. This blog will contain epiphanies I have, my yoga progress and other such things. Enjoy. :)