Things that bring me comfort

A warm cup of tea.

A hot, lavender scented bath.

My sweet, feline companion.

Talking with a friend.

Reruns of my favorite sitcoms.

Browsing in a book store.

Journaling.

Currently, I am finding myself dragged into the chaos that is my extended family, and I wanted to take a moment and remind myself of things that I can turn to that will help calm the storm, quiet the frustration, and help me to return to a more productive state of mind.

Classes are open, and my phone has been lit up from group texts from classmates, as we all try to get started on the right foot. I’m too distracted and frustrated to focus, so I need to mindfully do something that will at least quiet my mind enough to get myself organized so that tomorrow will be a more productive day.

The syllabus for each class needs to be printed, and I need to go through each and write down important due dates in my planner. Last semester, my planner was a huge part of my success, as each week was laid out with all my tasks, and if I got them completed early, I was able to socialize a bit more, or take some time to work ahead. If I can accomplish at least that much, then tomorrow I can begin taking each class individually and focus on the work due this week.

This past winter break, I made great strides in clearing out room for extra textbooks, discarding unnecessary paperwork, and clearing off my work space so that I can be most efficient in my studies. My study is a place I like to come to. It’s *my* space, with a big, cushy club chair in the corner, and my books neatly arranged on a new shelf, rather than my desk, giving me a little extra work space.

So tonight, I will have my tea, watch some reruns of Frasier, and go from there.

 

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Distracted…

 

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Second semester technically begins tomorrow, although we’ve had 2 of our classes open early, and yesterday I was beginning to work on my pharmacology class. Based on my nursing school experience, I am thinking this will be one helluva class, and likely demand a great deal of time. Rightfully so, too. I will be prescribing medications to patients, and it’s important to know what the hell I am doing.

My intention for today was to start on my other classes, which opened up this morning, apparently. My phone was blowing up with text messages from my classmates, making sure everyone knew there was stuff to do. But I was thoroughly distracted, because I received an email this morning from the doctor who put me down this path back in 2014.

The journal entry regarding the first steps down that path begins here.

I wrote Doc C last semester, because I wanted to ask if she would be interested in having me work with her as an NP student once clinical rotations began this coming summer. It takes time to do the paperwork, so I wanted to get a head start on it. But I hadn’t heard from her. I thought she either couldn’t financially swing the cost of educating an NP student (unlike med students, the government doesn’t compensate preceptors for an NP education, which causes the preceptor’s practice to absorb the costs), or worse, she wasn’t interested in working with me anymore.

Yeah, I can be a little catastrophic in my thinking at times.

But this morning, months after I sent her that email, she responds. And I have been edgy and floaty and basically internally squealing like some preteen fan girl. She has asked me to join her THIS SPRING, and although she is moving her practice in a different direction, she would still like to eventually send Lyme patients to me wherever I choose to take my practice. And by the way, “how do you feel about functional medicine?”

So, I am still composing my response to her, because I want to come across as level headed, and thoughtful, and basically not a squealing fan girl. I want her to know I would love to work with her, but I am not sure what my role would be considering I am only 1 semester into my education, and that even if I dont get credit hours for this Spring, I would still love to shadow her, at the very least. Perhaps we could experiment with my role in her practice, so that by summer, when I can get credit hours, we have a clear direction for what my duties can be in her office.

I still consider her absolutely brilliant as a physician, and I know I can learn so much from her. She is a rare find, that doctor. She has the mind and training of a physician, but the heart and bedside manner of a nurse.