My favorite season ❤
My favorite season ❤
It’s me again. Still alive.
If you wonder where I’ve been; I’ve spent the last month in the cardiac medical ward. As an employee, thankfully. I got a summer job as an assistant. I’ve learned a great deal, and I’ve never been more sure of my choice of studying nursing.
However, it’s only now I fully realize what I’ve gotten myself into. Picture walking into a room, and wonder if the person there is breathing. Picture having a pleasant conversation, and it suddenly turns into “can you hear me? Hey, are you still with me?” and an emergency team. At all times, two heartbeats may turn to one.
The absence of a heartbeat is the loudest silence I’ve ever heard.
Now, don’t misunderstand me, most of the time everything turns out okay. One evening might be about her heartbeat slowing and mine racing, but the next morning it’ll be like it never happened, and we go back to me saying “bear with me, I’m sure I’ll figure out how to change ECG/EKG paper eventually…” and she replying “I remember being a student, oh those were the days…”
This picture is from the basement. Want to guess how many times I got lost down here?
In Norway, it takes three years to become a nurse. In the fall I start my second year. It’s still a long road in front of me, but what an adventure. And at this moment, I see only green lights ahead.
THANK YOU, THANK YOU!
I can’t believe you’re all still around ❤
“Two blood cells met and fell in love. But alas it was all in vein.”
Some days I’ll do anything to avoid being productive. Cue Netflix. However, the other day I had a nasty shock.
Netflix has cancelled their production of my favorite show – Sense8. The last season, season two, left the viewers with a massive cliffhanger. Now I’m never going to know how it turned out. My only comfort is that I can rewatch the first seasons again and again (and again).
It feels like I’ve been robbed. Robbed of future good moments, of intense excitement, and of heartfelt agony and triumph for and with the characters. Which show am I now going to look forward to with the same childish joy? Which show can I turn to, that can provide me with the same crazy plot and lovable characters?
I might be overreacting, but how could you Netflix,
HOW COULD YOU?
In loving memory of the greatest show Netflix has ever produced.
My secrets. My thoughts. My feelings. I’ve given you my words. To have and to hold. Bits and pieces of a life lived far, far away from your own. This is my hundred post.
A 100 times I’ve told you thank you. Yet, I feel like it should be 101. Thank you.
500 followers. Half of you probably don’t know you still follow, and half of the other half followed because you hoped I would follow back. The ensuing words are to those left. Those who continuously read my posts, have my back and make me smile.
You’ve given me so much since I started blogging last September. You made me push my limits when I tried to make excuses not to. You suffered through my early blogging days, and were still here when I came back from a break.
I want to say thank you. Thank you for coming along on my journeys and staying by my side. Thank you for your comments; your insights, your encouragement, all of those hilarious jokes. I have loved getting to know you, and it is because of you I still blog.