Wednesday, January 28, 2009

How's this for ironic?

So my grandma died on the 12th. We all know that. One of her favorite bands was Supertramp. Her favorite song was The Logical Song. For her funeral, I made a DVD and wanted to use Goodbye Stranger by Supertramp for the song. I got shot down however, since the majority of the people at the funeral wouldn't get it. So I picked another song that worked just as well and was more tear-inducing and funeral appropriate.

Fast forward to today. For our last semester we're doing a practicum, which is basically a short externship, at a hospital of our choice to help get our foot in the door to get hired when we graduate. We picked three places, and would get one of those. Well, it didn't work out that way and hospitals weren't wanting students so after some people not even getting picked, it boiled down to most of us probably getting a position we didn't really want, but we'd have to suck it up and be grateful.

We got our assignments today, and somehow I managed to get my first choice anyway, so now I get to be in the NICU at Phoenix Children's Hospital! I'm excited, but a lot of people were bummed so I felt bad. My first reaction was to get out my cell phone and call my Grandma since she's been waiting to hear where I got assigned to. She was so excited about me being in college and follows every detail of it. Then I remembered she's not here anymore, so I got sad. Got in my car, and turned it on. The song on the radio? Goodbye Stranger. I got chills.

Then, after getting gas and doing other things, I turned my car on again. The Logical Song was playing.

Coincidence? Maybe. But it makes me feel better to think that for once in my life, I had someone keeping an eye out for me and she wasn't letting it go unnoticed. That makes me happy. And I haven't been happy in a long time.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

And keeps shattering....

My cute little Kiwi died on Friday. It was totally out of the blue...well kind of. She was having heart murmurs and breathing issues I noticed on Wednesday, but seemed fine otherwise. She ate and hopped around like usual. But Friday she got worse, and when I got home from work I picked her up to cuddle her. When I put her down, she walked a few steps, then fell over, took a few breaths, and was gone.

Meanwhile I sat on the couch for a half hour bawling my eyes out and clutching my other piggie (yes I know Kiwi was "just a guinea pig", screw you.) before I wrapped her in a blankie and drove out to my parents to bury her outside in the dark next to my childhood piggie.

Godspeed Ki, you were my piggie. I'll miss your cute little hops, the way I could hear you squeal when I walked in the garage door, the way you continued squealing until I came in to say hi. I'll miss the way you squealed whenever you heard the refrigerator open in hopes you were getting a veggie treat. I'll miss the way Kevin would get so pissed at you because you and your sister would wake him up with your excited squeals. I'll miss seeing your little piggie butt scurry down the hallway when I caught you red handed out of your cage, and seeing you hop back in like you weren't up to anything. I'll miss seeing your little head peek around the corner when I called you. I'll miss how little and pissed you looked when you were soaking wet in the sink after a bath. I'll miss watching you munch on veggies on the floor with the family on Christmas morning. I'll miss burrowing my nose behind your little ears when I hugged you. Even though you were "just a guinea pig".

I still remember the day 5 years ago that I picked out you and your sister, 2 tiny fuzz balls in a baby pool with a hundred other piggies in a garage of some creepy guinea pig farm. I smuggled you in my dorm (no pets allowed!) for 6 months.

You are quite possibly the best $20 I've ever spent. It's so quiet now and your sister is looking for you still. :(

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

A first for everyone.

Today was inauguration day. And apparently the whole thing went by without a hitch. Which honestly amazes me considering the amount of hatred being spewed forth from the mouths of so many people at the idea of a Black man being president. I wanted to hurt them with my bare hands until I realized my hating them for hating others was pretty much hypocritical and nonproductive. But anyway, high five America. You didn't shoot anyone or kill anyone or scream racist comments. Good for you for being civilized for once in history. Keep it up, will ya?

And ironically enough, the day before inauguration day was Martin Luther King day. Seriously, I guess instead of focusing on the bigoted assholes that make me hate my species I should focus on the fact that two people made such history. Who ever thought that a woman that wouldn't give up her seat on the bus would be honored for all time? Who ever thought that a single man would make history with only his words? Pretty f'in cool.

Monday, January 12, 2009

and the world shattered.

I randomly woke up last night at 3:45 and was wide awake. Thought nothing of it, peed, and went back to sleep.

My phone rang at 7:16am, it was my grandpa saying my grandma had died in her sleep overnight.

She wasn't sick. I just talked to her last week. It was totally and completely unexpected.

I loved my Grandma so much. I feel so out of control and lost. I don't even know what to say except I need this screen to stare at because it keeps me from laying in my room and screaming.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Poops Ahoy!

I had Thing One and Thing Two (trust me, after this story you will understand why Dean and Ava deserve these names) in the tub the other night and I shut the curtain so they could splash and not get water everywhere. I walked into the other room to get Thing Two's jammies, and was listening through the wall so, you know, I would know if they drowned or whatever. I hear Thing One start screaming, "Aweesha! Aweesha!" and I run in there, thinking Thing Two had smacked his massive melon head on something. I fling open the curtain and Thing One yells "Dean pooped in the bath!". I look, and sure enough, there are tons of little presents floating around in the water, Thing Two sitting there chewing on a rubber duck and grinning like nothing happened. Thing One tells me she'd been playing in there for awhile, thinking the poop was pieces of her bathtub crayons (wow this kid eats WAY too much broccoli if his poop looks like green crayon). So I got paid to clean up poop. And guess what? I'm graduating in 4 months so I can get paid to clean up more poop! Along with other gross things.

Today was my first day back, and we were supposed to have our nursing "forum", which is just an hour long thing in the auditorium with the entire nursing school listening to the administration blab about how wonderful our school is despite the fact that we'll be in debt the rest of our lives from the insane tuition. We did, and it was boring. Now I don't have to go back till Thursday, which is weird because we're supposed to have Mondays and Fridays off for homework, then clinicals Tuesdays and class all day Wednesdays and Thursdays. But hey, I'm not complaining. I was only at school an hour and I'm already tired.

Maliha's mom is being induced tomorrow morning at 5 am! So I get to get up at 3:30 in the morning, drop Maliha off at daycare, and head to the hospital. Baby Mariah should be here sometime tomorrow, and it'll be exciting to actually help deliver a baby of someone I know! I'm pretty excited. I'll update in a day or two with pictures and a (hopefully) awesome birth story.