Okay, so it's been over a year... And?

So I'm a douche. I get it. I'm the asshole.
So?

I've been a little busy. Application, working full time, school 4 nights a week and volunteering on Fridays... led me to entering Cornell last August, 2007. I will graduate October 16, 2009. Loverboy has been a complete support the entire time, and the fam listens to me ramble on about ridiculously dorky science things. My friend D joined me at Cornell, so we've both been mostly kicking ass and taking names (sometimes more than others, but whatevs.).

Now? Now I am finishing my second semester, and almost 50 credits so far. Damn near 60 by the end of third semester... in mid-July. A (brief!!) break, and then it's clinical rotations for me, for the next 16 months. I remain unsure what specialty I'd like to enter, but the list so far: ER, trauma surgery, cardiothoracic, and maybe Ob/Gyn later on (I find I like it far more than I thought I would). I'm taking all kinds of crazy stuff - lab skills for surgical specialties (caths and IVs and scrubbing and etc), fundamentals for every body system, anatomy was last semester (yes, they are real cadavers), peds, Ob, Pharmacology, Microbiology, blah blah blah. Too much to bore you with just now.

In other news... my sis and mom are currently kicking ass taking care of their health. My nephews are brilliant and cute, and E isn't being a brat everytime we visit so much anymore. R and N are moving east and procreating all at once, so Mom is pretty excited. And Loverboy is really taking some amazing strides this year for himself. He's pretty awesome, but that's his story to tell. I'm so thankful he's mine, though. My sanity is greatly in need of his patience.

Today... I am migraining, pre-menstrual, and bitchy. But what else is new? Heh. I'll be fine, it's just an off day. And that's what the gods invented hardcore meds for - to take away hardcore pain. Class should be a trip tonight... It's an 8a - 7p day, just like we have 3 days a week this semester. Brutal and boring to sit for that long, but we manage. Sometimes I think it's all just a contest to see if we can take it. Well, fuck those motherfuckers. They're not taking *me* out.