What the "deuce"?!

So, I'm bound by these crazy things called "ethics" and "FOIP" and junk like that, so I can't tell you all the totally cool things I'm doing in my clinical for school. Rest assured, I am loving it. Sure, we aren't technically DOING anything yet; I've seriously spent a month of school learning how to properly wash hands, and, just today, how to properly make a bed.

Washing hands seems soooo easy, but I honestly have a midterm exam on doing it properly! I know, right?! My poor 'bingers' (Mimi's word for fingers) are cracking and dry from the antiseptic hand soaps and junk, but I tell ya, they're clean enough to eat off of! ;P
har har

You know, you'd think I'd be all nonchalant about germs and junk when I'm so obviously clean from washing my hands so often, but it's getting super wierd how paranoid I am getting about everything. I sit at a desk and instantly wonder what nasty pathogenic cuplrits sat there before me. The whole idea of going to clinical and touching a freaking PEN scares the ship out of me! What is ON that pen!?!?!?! ew.

And making a bed?! DONT GET ME STARTED. Now I'm all grossed out that I probably haven't washed my sheets in a week or two (whatever, judgy Mc Judgersons, I've been a bit busy lately and the last thing I think of when I fall INTO that germy bed is NOT about the germs.).... besides, even if I DID clean the sheets... Will and I...well...you know.... do I honestly have to finish this sentence?! And don't even-- I know LOTS of couples that are like that. For reals, peeps, what is the dealio with the need to be dirty in a clean bed?! Good times.

Yep. I'm officially beyucked (new word. Patent) by what could possibly be residing on this keyboard. Or the lightswitches. Or...

OH.

EM.

GEE.

the toilets at the college.

It is a sad moment when I realize that I have to use it. I leave my house by 7am most mornings (earlier some others) and don't get back home until after 4:30 or so. I am NOT the "poop-once-a-day" girl. I am happy to report to ya'll that I am a proud pooper. Apparently, Paul Plakas thinks poopin' a few times a day is healthier anyways, so, Paul, this poop's for you. I can NOT wait until I am home. I know a few 'paranoid poopers' who seriously would rather injure themselves than use a public pooh-pot, but me? Nope. When there's a turtle, I let it hit the fan. (okay, so there's no fans in the bathroom.. and I am NOT the only public pooper at the college, so some days, there really SHOULD be a fan. Seriously. light a match.)

Only in the nursing program will you be studying for a test with your girlfriends and the topic of pooping will come up. I mean, defecation.

that us.

jealous, aren't cha?!