Indian American Love Child

God, I seriously hate being a woman sometimes. For starters, it is a crap ton of work. Just the other day, I literally spent 8 hours behind hair management alone! Waxing, coloring, shaving, trimming... I mean, what an ordeal! But worse than any female physical maintenance is the emotions and thoughts that come along with being a female. After to talking to many a men and woman on a very personal level over the years, I am going to go ahead and make the safe assumption that is pretty much a female problem. Men surely have emotions/thoughts but not to the extent that women do. And I seriously envy that.  This past weekend was a prime example of emotion/thought overload. I had one freaking weekend alone, and it threw my mind into hyper drive. First I was bored. Then I was sad because so many of my friends had left. Then I was mad because I felt like I was waiting on someone. Then I was happy because I did end up meeting up with my some of my friends. Then I was bored and sad again

I am going to preface this post by saying it is hella loud where I am at, and I can barely hear my own thoughts, yet alone put them into coherent sentences. Nevertheless, I feel the need to write, and I just feel like I have so many emotions/moments to chronicle. Anyways, where do I start?! I guess I will start with work! Next week ends my first travel assignment! I honestly do not know where seven months have gone! It feels like yesterday I was sitting in orientation learning about snake bite protocols! Nervous, excited, unsure about the next couple of months would have in store for me...I never expected this. Nursing in California, or in particular Palomar Medical Center, has really given me insight into what nursing practice should really be like. Patient ratios, lift teams, resource nurses, and so many other resources make nursing not only way more manageable (far less burn out), but more importantly, so much safer! The acuity at Palomar was a little bit less than what I am us