I've been fairly swamped recently. The nursing classes in which I recently enrolled consume about 30 hours a week, and I am still juggling professional responsibilities in the Life from which I am slowly disentangling myself.
Also, a lot of my free time has been consumed by a bunch of additional extraneous errands necessary to get through the nursing program. First, I had to get my shot records, which I was unable to find anywhere (I have never really had a regular doctor) and so just this Wednesday I ended up getting hit with about 6 different vaccines all at once and was sick as a dog for two days. I also had to get a brief physical, which, it turns out, you can't get unless you can produce your shot records (had the physical yesterday, and am in good health - if not great shape - thank you very much). And finally - for some reason - a dentist has to say that my teeth look alright (I'm taking care of that Monday afternoon).
All of this is in addition to getting CPR certified (taken care of last week) and passing the criminal background check (which, between you and me, is the only one I was worried about and yet the easiest one to get through . . . mostly because it didn't require any effort on my part.)
Oh yeah . . . and I've moved again, which involved relocating myself, a good deal of my possessions, and the dogs.
But I've got a brief breather over the weekend, and I thought I'd write a little bit about one kinda weird aspect of my experience in the nursing program: being the oldest guy in the class.
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