
In my oldness, I've finally decided what I want to be when I grow up. It only took me 43 years to accomplish. Not too shabby, eh? I mean, better late than never. 3 years ago this month, I went back to college, thus starting the first of my mid-life crises. I am going to be a nurse. For reals. I have spent the last 7 semesters working my tail off on nursing pre-reqs, and was accepted into Weber State University's Outreach nursing program. This was a pretty big deal for me, considering Weber only takes 20 students into this program every two years. Did I say BIG deal? Anyway... I have worked really hard for this. On Monday, I officially started class work. Tomorrow is my first lab. I am so excited for this new part of my journey. To finally be doing clinicals in the hospital... on real live patients. I have two more years to go until I have the letters RN instead of CNA behind my name on my hospital badge, but when I say only 4 more semesters, it seems sooo much shorter. I work as a Telemetry Technician/Nursing Assistant in the ICU in my town, and absolutely love it... most days anyway, and am so ready to further my knowledge and scope of practice. To this new chapter in my life, I say... "Bring it On!".