9/8 Days...

I mean really…

So with 9 days to go…. Well I should just say 8 (crap)…. I have so much to do and I am currently my own worst enemy.  Here’s how the last 18 hours played out…

I worked my last night in PI.  Night Final.  I was sad and so many hugs and love that I almost cried… had I not had a shitty kinda busy night I might have.  Thanks to friends though I stayed a float and managed to clock out at 0730.  Boom.  I tried to compete this video thing I have to for my new job… sounds easy, right? It was so easy! NOT.  It took like 2 hours! And on top of that when I got to the end it didn't show the damn effing dang certificate I was to print to give to my new boss.  I mean really.  So I have to take it yet again! Then I slept through my pee test, so I have to reschedule that.  Didn’t go to lunch with my Dad.  And My boxes…. I don’t even want to talk about it.

However, my sweet CI friend from UAB and I will be going to dinner in a few and I absolutely cannot wait.  Saying she’s my CI friend doesn’t do her justice.  She would literally deflect a bullet, and then stab the shooter in the eye with a scalpel… all while cannulating ECMO and doing compressions on two different patients. Rockstar.  I love her and will miss her terribly.  That’s what is stressing me most.  I have kept a close group of friends over the years, very close, and now I am leaving them.  Thanks to facetime and skype I will maintain my sanity as I drive across the country and start my new life.

Needless to say, in addition to lunching and going to fabulous dinners, I gotta get shit done.  And figure out how all my clothes will fit into my Acura along with all the other shit stuff I am taking.  I have a week left in Birmingham… Just hit me.  Now time for a cocktail…

I will miss SKP and I being locker neighbors...