There is only one word I can use to describe the weather over the past two days: ugly.
It has been rainy and cool. Right now, according to task bar in my browser (where I have MSN weather – I know, probably not the most accurate, but it doesn’t seem to hose my system like some of the others do) it is 48 degrees F outside. And it is the 28th of May! I don’t think it’s supposed to be that cool now...
One of the things I haven’t mentioned is that this past Sunday (where did the week go?) I got served. I have to go to court on Wednesday, June 10. The case in question is a domestic that I responded to when I was working in Everett last July. I wrote about it here. Fortunately, I’ve done this before, so it’s not a big deal. Just a pain in the butt because I’ll have to lose time from working at the track – live racing starts on June 6th, and my regular day is Wednesday, with the occasional Friday or Sunday thrown in.
Another nice “Welcome Back” gesture. It is possible, however, that I won’t have to go. That depends, I suspect, on the conversation I’m likely to have with the assistant district attorney prosecuting the case. So, we’ll see how that turns out. One of the big rubs with this is that if I have to appear, it will be at the Middlesex County district courthouse in Woburn. When I called there to notify them that I had been served, I asked them where they were located. The person I spoke with initially told me she was bad with directions so she transferred me to someone who supposedly could be more helpful. And that person almost sounded like she didn’t really want to give me the time of day. But she did tell me where they are, so at least I won’t be hopelessly lost when the time comes.
The clock is ticking on my being back everywhere. As of this coming Sunday I become bait. But I’m not too worried about it. After all, I did it for a very long time before I got hurt. However, I’m going to do my best to not kick my own ass this time. Mainly, I realized while I was out that life is too short to just work and do nothing else. I’m going to try to fix that, at least as much as I can. I’m not sure how successful I will be, but I’m certainly going to try.
Part of the reason for that is that Martha and I have been talking about the future as well my thinking lately about how frail we as human beings really are. I’ve been wanting to go back to school, and it looks like there may be a way. UNH has a direct entry masters-level nursing program that looks rather appealing, at least to me. I can do it in either two or three years if I go full-time. I have to take some pre-requisites prior to applying (Anatomy and Physiology I and II, Microbiology, and Statistics – the last one I might be able to waive because I did it as an undergrad, but we’ll see), but I can handle those. Besides, it will be a great review of the basics to do that. So long as I keep telling myself that, I’ll be okay.
Seriously, there are some possibilities that I have been considering, at least with respect to a graduate degree and an RN. Plus, the program has an option of being certified as a Clinical Leader (I believe it is the CNL certification, but I’m not certain – more to follow), which if it looks reasonable, I may decide to follow that path. Plus, if I can find my way into either emergency or critical care nursing, there is that whole path (CCRN, CEN, CFRN, etc.). And – I have no intention of letting my Paramedic credentials go. I worked too hard to get them, and they can help me out in the world, in terms of working. If I were to get a critical care gig, it would certainly lend credibility to my skills to keep my medic.
Well now – it is 1730 on a Thursday. And my turn to cook. Funny – I seem to do a lot of that. But I don’t mind; it’s not rocket science. And I have a pretty good menu planned, so it shouldn’t be difficult to get everything put together.
And work tomorrow. Oh, joy. Honestly – I’m looking forward to being back to my regular schedule. This business of schlepping around is a little old...