Because I don’t drink coffee. But I do have so much to tell you.
It’s been several weeks since I suddenly stopped posting (again). I’m back in Norway, back in school, and have already had my first exam. In two weeks I have another. Ususally we have our exams at the end of the semester, but the second year Nursing students will spend months at the hospital, so the idea is to get the exams out of the way.
The days are becoming shorter and shorter, but feel longer and longer.
I don’t blog that much about it, but studying Nursing is hard. In this week alone we have done (on each other): peripheral venous catheter, sub q pain pump, several different injections, and nasogastric tube. There’s been a lot of blood. Suffice to say, I’m tired at the end of the day.
It took a couple of tries, but everyone finally found a vein!
Despite the struggle, I’m happy. I’ve started dancing again, I’m spending more time with the people I care about, and ultimately doing more of the things that I love. I just often find myself exhausted. I wish I had more energy to blog. I haven’t even answered all of your amazing comments. I have read them though, and appreciated Every. Single. One.
Thanks for sticking with me through it all!
Lastly, I just want to wish you well. Feel free to tell me about what you’ve been up to since I’ve been gone! And if you’ve had a bad week, remember it’s almost Friday. It’s almost Friday!
“There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud” – Carl Sandburg
P.S. Thanks for all the supportive comments on my last post. They really made me feel better!
THANK YOU, THANK YOU!
I can’t believe you’re all still around ❤
Any chess enthusiasts out there?
You can do this, Magnus!
“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.
Once upon a winter there was a street filled with dull and naked trees.
It was on top of a hill, only vistited by the people who lived there.
Gradually they felt colder and colder, and eventually gave up hope for warmer days.
But then, from a faraway place, spring came.
He whispered about a light breeze and long sunny days.
He told tales of the ocean, and hot sand between toes.
The trees listened, and blossomed once more.
The people listened, and smiled like they did before.
And when the birds came to Fairytale street,
They were told to spread the news
She’s coming, Summer’s coming.
The one who will make us believe
In everything good, in everything sweet.
She will give us a happy ever after
If so only,
For a season.