It should be noted from now on, the definition for morning has changed in my book. Working midnights has made me flip and body slam my schedule. The new parameters for "good morning" are highly variable and poorly defined. I sleep when I can find sleep and I'm alert when ever it's convenient. I feel like a little nocturnal critter, scurrying around under the cloak of night who nibbles to identify :3 my mousy whiskers tickling your face while you sleep. Eep eep!
My poor social life has taken a hard hit. I missed seeing my girls last night because I couldn't wake up (slept a solid 15 hours). Just the thought of it makes my lip quiver. The homos and home girls in my life add that necessary color and spice. They are the external part of my brain, since they always have something wise to say among all the stupid, silly, funny, and vulgar shit that flies outta their mouths. When the shit in my head swirls around so fast I get nauseous, they're the ones who help me pick apart what's in the vomit and say "hey, maybe it was that undigested piece that did it."
The hardest part about working the third shift is salvaging a routine. For being someone who has lived the last half decade with weeks, even months, outlined ahead of time this lack of a program is a little liberating while simultaneously unnerving. This much freedom to do as I please certainly leaves me flopping around on the shore. I kept my pace by the crack of the whip and without it my steps are too close to make any distance. Still, I am glad for it for it's time to develop and nurture my other side.
By this point, I am still acronym-less. I made the executive decision to postpone my test. Old girl had a moment of Holy-fuck-how-am-I-going-to-make-this-work. I guess the weight of what I had to reacquaint myself with kinda freaked me out and I had to take a few steps back. The biggest chunks of the exam are chemistry, hematology, and microbiology. Then there's a few misc topics like immunohematology (better known as blood bank), immunology, molecular diagnostic, urinalysis, coagulation, and body fluids. I've knocked out most of these with the exception of micro. Son of a bitch. Two weeks will be enough time for me to digest what I've regurgitated.
Eventually, this little lab rat is going to outgrow this little lab cage and it'll be inevitable to search the rest of the Earth's landscape. Detroit was a perfect place for me, it compliments while giving me ample opportunity. It's here I've sat and let my ideals ferment. So one day I'm goin to BUST outta here! But Mother Theresa did say: we can do no great things, only small things with great love. I take that to heart, internalize it, and will try to live with it always present. I am but a stepping stone.
The Skinny
- Jie Hua
- Detroit, Mi
- I'm in the process. I'd like to expand on that, but it's in the process. I go about my business under the guidance of gut-feelings and universal street signs. I see myself as a very quiet person. Not because I have little to say, only that my abundant thoughts know not where to start. As a child I fantasized about looking through a telescope to give me truth about the world. It amuses me now that what I am doing is looking down a microscope in an effort to reevaluate my holistic position. I am a loner, a drifter, a dreamer.
