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.


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.





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.


Bah Humbug

I’ve grown to hate this time of year. It’s always incredibly stressful for me, and it usually starts in mid November and doesnt end until after New Years. Since I moved to the same town as my mother, into a nice sized home with some space to entertain, I’ve been expected to host all the holiday meals. And in years past, it wasn’t so bad. Everyone would help cook a couple of dishes, and so it was a manageable duty. But this year, I was already responsible for the entiree Thanksgiving meal, and now I am in charge of the entire Christmas meal as well.

Last year, I got a “break” of sorts. I was working at the hospital and I was night shift, so I was in no position to host anything. Would you believe both holidays went ignored because I wasn’t handling it? Yup. No one cooked anything or went anywhere.

This tells me something. The holidays are only important enough to celebrate if they are not in charge of it all. I feel taken advantage of and as if it is now expected of me, regardless of how I feel about it. So what have I been googling tonight? “How to avoid hosting the holidays.” I refuse to do it next year. I will be in my 4th semester of grad school, and intend to use it as an excuse. Someone else can step up, or not. I dont care.

And to make matters worse, my husband decides tonight, Christmas Eve, to invite a friend and his girlfriend over for dinner tomorrow. I abhor these people. Especially the girlfriend. And I will tell you why. Two Christmases ago, they came for dessert and coffee. I have a cat who gets very anxious around company and typically hides. But she also used to being fed at night (so we can sleep peacefully until morning without cries of hunger), and so she came out of hiding to eat. “Girlfriend” wanted to love on my kitty, but my angel wasn’t having any of it, and warned her with a few growls that she didnt appreciate being cornered. I told the girlfriend to be careful, she doesnt like strangers and she doesn’t like being touched. But did she listen? No. So my angel swiped at her. And what did “girlfriend” do? She lashed out at the cat with her foot, motioning to kick her.

And THAT is how she came to be on my shit list. So I am dealing with a husband who doesnt understand why I hate these people so much, and why I dont want them in my house for extended periods of time. Plus I have my own ungrateful family I have to feed and quite frankly, I am over all of it.

If anyone can come up with a practical solution to get me out of hosting the holidays permanently, I’d be forever grateful. I cant use the school excuse forever.

Catching up…

So, lots of things have happened since my last entry. August 1, at approximately 7:45am, I came home from my last shift at the hospital, and a few weeks after that, I began my journey as a grad student working toward my MSN FNP degree, all mentioned previously.

Now, it’s the end of my first semester, and I earned A’s in all 4 of my classes. I know each coming semester will grow increasingly challenging, but I feel I am starting off on the right foot. Also boosting my confidence is the fact that my Ethics professor asked to take 3 of my essays to use for future students as “examples of excellence.” What a compliment!

I’m enjoying my downtime, which comes to an end January 6. I’ve been Christmas shopping, doing some pleasure reading, taking long soaks in the tub… one of which ended with an all too curious kitty attempting to sniff the draining bathwater and fell into the tub! The mess was worth the hilarity.

But I’ve also been working more on eating right, and I’ve added fasting to my regimen as well. The results have been amazing. I’m following a ketogenic diet, which is high fat, moderate protein, and low carb. I have been tracking my food, and I eat no more than 20 net grams of carbs daily, 50-70g of protein, and I eat fat until I am satiated. I am following the protocol set forth by a Toronto nephrologist, Dr. Jason Fung. Dr. Fung has successfully treated obese people, and has reversed Type 2 Diabetes in his patients. No longer is T2D a progressive disease. His approach is simple and logical, and I encourage anyone curious about ketogenic eating to look up is podcasts, youtube video lectures, or his books. It’s an approach that I intend to bring to my patients, and am considering writing my dissertation on the topic, when the time comes.

As I mentioned, and as Dr. Fung encourages, I have incorporated fasting into my diet. I began with intermittent fasting (IF) on a 16/8 schedule. I would stop eating at 6p at night, and not eat again til 10a the next morning. Then I pushed to an 18/6, then 20/4 eating schedule. I even toyed with a few 24 hour fasts as I felt more comfortable. Currently, I am on my first week of alternate day fasting. I eat one day, fast the next, eat the following day and fast the next. So far, I’m liking this the best. It frees me up from thinking about food more often, my grocery budget is as low as it’s ever been, and I’m dropping weight and feeling better than ever.

I did make a very stupid mistake recently, and that was to go off my progesterone. I figured I was losing weight, and my diet was completely anti-inflammatory now, so why would I need progesterone? I completely forgot that releasing fat means I would be releasing the estrogen stored in those fat cells, and that it would add to my pain levels. And add to them it did.

I was off my progesterone no more than 3 weeks, but my pain levels sky rocketed. I’m back on them now, about a week, and things are already improving. Not great, but it’s getting better.

I’ve done so much healing since my initial diagnosis of Lyme disease. I still can’t believe how far I’ve come. I keep up with blogs of other Lymies, to remind me why I’m pursuing my education. It pains me when I see so many still suffering, not being able to find effective treatment, and wondering what my future place will be in this fight.

I have a busy holiday season ahead. I will be meeting with friends from nursing school, and friends I used to be able to call co-workers. I’m grateful I’m still remembered among them, and get to spend time with them. They have each added so much to my life. Then it will be family for Christmas, and more friends to celebrate the end of the year.

I will be back to the grind soon enough, but for now, I feel full… happy… blessed.

To everything… there is a season

They say the only constant in life is change. And adapting to change is still a skill I work on.

I left my hospital job in August, and have been focusing on my studies ever since. Part of me really regrets having to leave. I loved what I did. I took pride in the uniform I wore, and the care I provided. I didn’t want any skills I had gained to be lost from lack of practice. I also didn’t want to leave my team behind. I felt like I was abandoning them on some level.

Night shift is a quirky bird. I loved it. There is a comradery of sorts. You walk through hell and back together when the proverbial shit hits the fan, and you know you can rely on your team mates during those dark hours. Management isn’t around, which again, is a blessing and a curse, but I believe it brings the night shift team that much closer. You have to know each other’s skill set, and, at least on the floor where I worked, you used all of those skills to give all the patients on the floor the best possible care. Often, the night shift nurses go unrecognized, by management and by patients and families, but they are always there, through the week hours of the night and into the morning, sacrificing their own health and relationships to nurture those of our patients.

So I miss that.

But I also feel called for something else. And so here I sit, a pile of books beside me, typing at my blog when I really need to finish that cardio unit in pathophys.

Things have changed since the beginning of this, my first semester as a grad student. I’m calmer. I have a better handle of the expectations of my professors. And I’m holding my own, grade wise. I’m sure each new semester will bring its own challenges, more changes, and an initial sense of panic as I sort through it all, over and over again. But I feel ready.

My health is much better. I’ve cleaned up my eating even more, eliminating all sources of sugar, all grains, all legumes, and I’m on a low carbohydrate, whole food oriented eating plan. It’s doing wonders for me. I began my new eating plan the day after I came home from my last night shift at the beginning of August, and have so far dropped all twenty pounds that I gained from being on night shift. Inflammation has also improved tremendously. I rarely need to take anything for pain, and my cycle is finally starting to normalize again. Granted, I still have quite a bit more I’d like to lose, but I have faith it will come with time, patience and effort.

And so, here’s to change. I lift my glass to you…

Grad School

I didn’t think I’d be this overwhelmed this soon.

I’m seeing clearly now why they suggest you give up your employment in order to pursue the MSN FNP. (It’s still debatable as to whether I will choose the invitation to complete my DNP – a decision that has to come by the end of the semester.) I am literally at my books 6-7 days a week in some capacity. Sometimes it’s for 4 hours, sometimes it’s as many as 12. And yet, I still feel like I am behind.

Four graduate level classes. Twelve credits. No choice to pursue this degree part time, at least not at this university. It really wouldn’t be as bad if two out of my four classes weren’t so disorganized. Disorganization and lack of clarity and communication issues seem to be part and parcel of nursing programs in general, at least in my area, it seems.

Had a friend check on me last night to make sure I wasn’t getting discouraged so early in the game. I assured him I wasn’t. At this point it’s just frustration, and I know with time things will get sorted out. But in the meantime, I will be putting in a lot of hours till I figure out how this game is played.

I am still very excited about my education, and I have momentary attacks of “SQUEEEEEE!” as I read my books and I can apply it to something I saw in a patient at work, or if the passing thought of “OMG I am really doing this!” pops into my mind. The road is going to be long, and I am already counting down the weeks left till the end of the semester, but I really hope I can remember to enjoy the journey.

Moving on…


My first year anniversary as a nurse passed two days ago. I spent my first year at a hospital on their intermediate care unit. A step down unit. This August, I begin my education as an NP.

Too soon? Not enough experience as an RN? Maybe. But I started this journey because an MD who has been treating me for Lyme disease asked me to finish my education as an NP and join her primary care practice. Because I didn’t have an RN license at the time, I needed to get that first. So far, she’s been waiting 3 years. And she’ll have two more yeas to wait.

I may not have as much experience as I’d like, or is ideal, but I have a solid foundation. I saw a lot. I did a lot. And it truly is time to leave. Things are getting.. hairy… at the facility.

Nurses are leaving in droves. Sometimes it’s because of better pay at other facilities, sometimes it’s because there has been a change in management that just didnt sit well. The hospital, at this point, is hemorrhaging nurses. The hospital has been in a code red situation more than once (critically low staffing) and nurses are being forced to take more patients than is safe.

There will be a sentinel event. It’s coming. I dont want to be around for when it does. I worked hard to earn my license, I intend to keep it. Because eventually, the people that will pay the ultimate price for this will be the patients, and the nurses.