Photo Editing

Wednesday started early with a dash to the bathroom, and a mess my husband was less than thrilled to clean up. I was officially ill. When I finally raised my woozy head around dinner time I started editing photos.
First, it took almost two hours to download the program onto my laptop, then the tutorials were a waste of my time. All I could find were advertisements and choices about things I had never heard of before. However, with all of these frustrating setbacks and several dashes to the bathroom I got started. In retrospect I should have never tried to eat any dinner even if it was just chicken soup.
I read the instructions easily and went with ease making the photos. My coloring job on the landscape looks more like my granddaughters did it, but I had fun. I kind of like the preschooler look. My original head shot looks more like some abstract art project now than a photo, but again I kinda like it. Some may argue it is an improvement.
The final picture to be done was the picture in words, and I tried it over and over again. I must say at least 50 times. So I brought it to Prof. Hickman's attention, and we are still currently working on the problem.
This experience has been a lot like the day I walked into my first nursing job in a rehab center located in Hudson. There were trachs, wound vacs, tubes and bags of every kind. All of those new toys, like a kid in a candy store with that weeks allowance. It was very scary but also very exciting. The only difference between that and downloading this new photo toy on my computer is that people's well being was not at stake. Of course, no one was ever harmed, but the weight of the knowledge that every step taken affected another individual directly and several more indirectly is heavy.
The anxiety is high, but my eyes are open wide and my neurons are firing with fury. It is almost an adrenaline rush. (almost) I know these seem easy and second nature to so many, but like the new born baby all of this is brand new to me.

Crazy ideas for advancement

One day while sitting at work I began a conversation with a doctor. This is not surprising since I work in a hospital. I am a nurse. Anyway, we began thinking about life dreams, and I realized that I had not attained my wish list of life dreams. So with my 40th birthday barrelling at me at a higher rate of speed than Christmas, I went back to college.
All I can say now is what was I thinking. Now I work and go to school without sleep, I stay up all hours of the night doing homework, and I drive an hour each way to class. I never knew I had this kind of energy.
My daughter started college this year as well. We have a friendly competition with our grades. I am happy to say I am winning. However, I spend less time with my friends than she does. At work I am open about my new endeavor, and I am cheered on by all. All of my patients are impressed and proud, and my children are and always have been the thread to keep me going. I do not get support from my husband, but that is a completely different blog.
I start today with the story of how this blog began. I write this for the scariest class I have ever taken. But today I have conquered a great fear, and I can't wait to call my daughter.
So, hello and welcome to my blog.