Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Coming to Realize

Between the sudden increase of stress and busyness I find myself in right now, the need to blog is stronger than ever and the time to blog is less than ever. I really need to stop complaining about being busy, because, apparently, it can always get worse. Even with the desire to blog, all my mind keeps thinking is the most sensitive test for pheochromocytomas, or diagnostic studies for sickle cell anemia, or the antibiotic of choice for atypical pneumonia. Seriously, I almost wrote a post about things I re-learned while studying. And then I realized that NO one, not even me, really cares.

So in order to satisfy my need to write at the moment, while saving everyone from a regurgitation of medical trivial, I'm borrowing a terrific post from Gina.

I’ve come to realize that my job. . . is an amazing opportunity. Despite how tired it makes me.

I’ve come to realize that when I’m driving. . . I appreciate small town Midwest living even more. Minimal traffic suits me.

I’ve come to realize that I need. . .to get to bed at a decent time.

I’ve come to realize that I have lost. . .a great deal of the fear I used to have about life.

I’ve come to realize that I hate it when. . . people think I'm a nurse. No offense to nurses. I couldn't do their job. But seriously...

I’ve come to realize that if I’m drunk. . . I'll probably have some 'splainin' to do.

I’ve come to realize that certain people. . .will just always rub me the wrong way.

I’ve come to realize that I’ll always. . . love my children, no matter how noisy, messy, or stubborn they are.

I’ve come to realize that my sibling(s). . . are going to continue to get birthday cards from me. Now matter how old they get.

I’ve come to realize that my mom…is the most patient woman I know.

I’ve come to realize that my cell phone. . . is apparently a "dumb phone."

I’ve come to realize that when I woke up this morning. . . my to-do list felt nearly overwhelming.

I’ve come to realize that last night before I went to sleep. . . I wasted several hours of potential study time crying while watching "The Soloist."

I’ve come to realize that right now I am thinking. . .that blogging at work is probably frowned upon.

I’ve come to realize that my dad. . . is where I get a lot of my personality traits from.

I’ve come to realize that when I get on Facebook. . . I promise and promise myself that I'll just be on for a second. And then I get sucked right in.

I’ve come to realize that today. . . is going to be more productive than yesterday.

I’ve come to realize that tonight. . . I will take time away from studying to read to and kiss my boys goodnight.

I’ve come to realize that tomorrow. . . means the boards are one week away. And then I will be done! For now...

I’ve come to realize that I really want to. . . .escape the snow and go somewhere warm. Why did I move to the Midwest again?

I’ve come to realize that the person mostly likely to repost this is. . . more likely to post it on Facebook than they are on their blog.

I’ve come to realize that life. . . doesn't just happen. It gives us opportunities and then sees what we do with them.

I’ve come to realize that this weekend. . . is the perfect opportunity to make Rice Crispy treats while freezing temperatures keep us inside.

I’ve come to realize that my friends. . . are few but precious.

I’ve come to realize that this year. . . will undoubtedly surprise me, despite being so planned out. Last year sure did.

I’ve come to realize that my husband. . . is amazingly patient with me and continues to support me no matter how difficult it gets.

I’ve come to realize that maybe I should. . . lose the baby weight from the last two "babies" before I seriously contemplate having another. Although all the posts about new pregnancies is making me slightly restless...

I’ve come to realize that I love. . . the new friends I've made blogging, summer, and sitting by our fireplace.

I’ve come to realize that I don’t understand. . . why people think the BCS is a good system for determine the college football national champion.

I’ve come to realize my past. . .doesn't limit my future.

I’ve come to realize that parties. . .don't appeal to me as much as they used to.

I’ve come to realize that I’m totally terrified. . .that the terrible, heart-breaking things I see at the hospital could happen to my family.

I’ve come to realize that my life. . .continues to be on track, heading in the direction I've/we've worked to hard set.

3 comments:

  1. I really enjoyed these. Especially what you said about life and that it doesn't just happen. Very, very true.

    What did you think of The Soloist?

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  2. Holding you in my heart! You will be forever one of the worlds' amazing people, especially in tune with the important. Thank you for sharing your heart and your world with us. Blessings always!

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  3. Wow My life is really boring and mundane. I wish I had a few of those great friends instead of just one.

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