Today's a pretty big day for me! It's my birthday!!! I should totally run out and celebrate by getting drunk and dancing the night away with my husband and best friends, right? Let's not forget the CAKE!
Uh, well that's what I would be doing if I wasn't spending the day taking of critical care patients.
Such is life, right? Instead of preparing for a big celebration, I spent last night up until midnight working on a care plan and then woke up at 5am to go spend 9 hours running around like a chicken with my head cut off.
But, we're not here to talk about my birthday this year. Nope, I'm going to tell you about another birthday. My twenty-first and my first birthday as a nursing student.
Growing up, my friends and I always talked big about our twenty-first birthdays. My plan was always the same. I wanted to get a gorgeous dress, get all prettied up and hit up some clubs and bars. My plan was to get completely smashed and wake up the next morning without my shoes. Why did I want to lose my shoes? Well, that's a good story, isn't it?
That didn't happen. Instead, I spent the day in my med surg 1 and psych lecture classes. I revised my plan and I really wanted to get a big margarita in between my med surg class and psych class but of course that was the only day my med surg class ran late and we had exactly 35 minutes in between class to grab a bite from the cafeteria and head to my other class.
Now, to be honest, I didn't need to go to my psych class. It was a class I could read for and be fine but she gave pop quizzes and I had already missed one. So, dreading missing another, I went to class. She didn't give us one.
I spent all day, from 8am until 5pm stuck in classrooms for no good reason.
The worst part? I had clinical the next day and therefore, legally, could not drink after 7pm.
I rushed home, stopping by the liquor store to purchase a bottle of wine. I got home to find Cody finishing up a cake he had made for me. I blew out the candles and poured a glass of wine and settled in to watch a movie.
Not quite the night I had planned, but it did start a new tradition. Now, every year, I get a special cake.
And you better believe I will be rushing home for a long shower and a big slice of cake this year too!
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