It's been a couple of months since I played the blogosphere. Not one to allow the world to have an invitation into my life, I chose silence instead. The shortened version is I recently seperated and moved out with my boys. Life is hard, plugging along, but such is, er, life.
God is good, my resolve is still there, but somedays I feel like throwing in the towel (especiall with a FT school load and clinicals 2x a week, and oh yes there's that professor who likes to mock me for some reason?), but checking out is not an option. Checking in, however, might be. A weekend away with meals, good drugs, and round-the-clock care sounds awesome. No, not thinking of a Hollywood hotel, something more like a mental institution. Why not? I can hold my own with the best of 'em. In fact, I contemplated taking a photo of myself this morning while staggering around on 90 minutes of sleep last night (baby sick, papers, exams), unwashed hair, luggage under the eyes and slurred speech. Either I get the part in the next Oscar contender based on a starlet in rehab, or I get immediate admittance to a loony bin.
Don't care if that's not the right term. This is not the time to chastise me.
Missed you all, I'll be back.
