They were dumb enough to let me play with needles, so of course I stabbed myself

Today in my clinical practice of medicine class we had an injections workshop where we practiced giving and getting injections (we didn't really practice getting them we just practiced on eachother so we got stabbed a lot). Anyway, our professor went through this whole long thing in class about being careful and not messing around while we were holding the needles cause he didn't want anyone stabbing themselves or anyone else. The entire time he was giving this little lecture, I was sitting there thinking, I'm not gonna be messing around and I'm still gonna end up stabbing myself. So we got through the intramuscular and subdermal shots fine and then came the intradermal. I opened up the needle and I could not for the life of me get the cap off. Being the genius that i am, I decided to just pull harder; well, the cap came off, but the needle proceeded to go into my left middle finger on the palm side of my finger on the left side of the finger...it went all the way across my finger came out the right side and hit my middle finger...that would be far ore impressive if you saw how small the needle was. I also managed to stab through multiple blood vessels so now I have a bruise across my finger. Being as coordinated as I am, after that I got a new needle, got it all filled up with saline solution, and then proceeded to drop it on the floor. It was slightly ridiculous. I felt like people felt like I was nervous about the shots or something, I knid of wanted to tell the boiling soup on my hand story or the slamming my head into the ceiling story, but I figured normal people that aren't me can only handle witnessing so much clumsiness in a day.

stupid heater

Today I got home from going to the sabres game w/ med school people (so not the same as nd games with you guys fyi) and realized I had to put my scrubs in the dryer for lab tomorrow; well, funny story about how my washer was open and still totally full of water cause someone opened it and stopped the cycle right at the beginning. There are two possibilities for this, the first is that I'm a dumbass and forgot to close it after i put my scrubs in yesterday. The second (and the one that I'm going with so that I don't feel like an idiot) is that I've had maintainance people in my apaetment the past two days because my heater is broken so I'm thinking for some reason they couldn't have the washer running while working on the heater and opened it and forgot to close it (yes its unlikely but it's what i'm going with.
today they told me that it was my air conditioner leaking that broke my heater. the best part about that is that I had my air conditioner set at 75 so I think its actually been on maybe 3 or 4 times since i moved in. fantatic. supposedly my heater will be fixed tomorrow which would be fantastic cause im cold.
Anyway, theres not actually a point to this. I'm just waiting for the washer to finish so I can put my scrubs in the dryer and go to bed. It's taking forever and I'm bored. It's pretty much all the heater's fault which I guess makes it all the air conditioners fault

Bridget: 1; Deer: 0

On my way home last night, I hit my first deer. I feel like I've done pretty well so far... I mean, I've been driving for over 8 years in the Midwest and have avoided plenty of them, so yeah... it was only a matter of time. It wasn't that bad though... there's not much damage to the car and I'm fine. But I think it's kind of funny so I thought I'd tell you all. Anyway, about 30 seconds after I crossed the state line and entered Iowa, I saw the deer in the ditch on my left. I hit the brakes and just as I was coming to the end of my stop, the deer kept running full speed across the road and collided with the front of the car. Then it went flying into the ditch on the other side. It got some pretty good air. The best part of all of this is that I was on the phone with Jeremy at the time, so he got to hear it all happen. I'm pretty sure I yelled some loud four-letter words (sorry about that, Jeremy). I don't think the deer survived... I didn't walk over and check, but it didn't look like it was moving. R.I.P., Bambi.

22.5

Late last night, I suddenly realized that it was my half birthday. Instead of being a happy moment, it was more of a "Oh shit! What am I doing with my life" moment.

It didn't help that on Tuesday, the very day Nick announced his sweet job (Congrats BTW), I had filled out an application to work minimum wage at Gamestop.

Thanks, cruel irony. FML



Don't worry, that's the end of the downer talk, because in reality life isn't all that bad. Actually, the Gamestop job is coming about because a good friend of mine let me know that they could use some extra help over the holidays. He's worked there since High School, so it can't be that bad. Plus, I could use the extra cash while I work on applications to grad schools and legit jobs.

Meanwhile, I may become part of a very interesting business adventure. The scoutmaster who hired me for camp and the canoe trip wants my help with a new idea of his. Basically, he wants to start selling stuff to the government, especially now that his new partner gives them veteran owned small business status. My job would be to look for opportunities that his company can bid for. I would do this on my own, and I wouldn't get a salary. However, if I found a lead that led to a successful contract, he would compensate me for it.

Yesterday, we went to a sort of meet and greet with other companies, and I realized that I'm probably in way over my head (remember, I went to engineering school, not business school). I'm still going to give it my best shot though. At worst, it just wastes some of my time, but if I can actually find success, it could be well worth it.