Holla my pple

Happy belated thanksgiving! I spent the whole day working. 7am - 11.30pm. Yeah! The fucking hospital decided to serve the worst prisonesque meal i have ever seen them make since i started working there. They had a thin slice of turkey or ham, sweet potatoes, dressing, greens and a bread roll for lunch (disgusting looking). For dinner, they just took away the turkey option and replaced that with chicken dumplings and the rest of the meal was the same as lunch. In fact, the pple on my unit who are not allowed to go to the cafeteria, did not even have the chicken dumpling option. They basically had the same meal for lunch and dinner with the exact same bootleg piece of cake they had for lunch. I was glad when it was time to go home. My gastritis (which is inflammation of the stomach lining and has nothing to do with gas, as the name might imply (to the lay man)) was acting up really bad and i was in severe pain. So 11.30pm did not come soon enough.

I got a call from the hospital at 4.51am to come in, and i said hell nah! I'm working 16hrs saturday and 8hrs sunday. Let's not talk about the lab that i go to Monday to Friday. I'm flesh and blood oh! I need the money but i have to be alive to make it, so i'm cutting down. Once i pay off all my credit card debt and save $5,000, i'm quitting one job until it's time for med school. Having that goal helps me stay focused and not spend unneccessarily like i have been doing.

Enough of blogging. I'm going to eat then i'm going back to bed! I earned it.

P.S. I'm not talking about relationship issues anymore. Yawn! Boring! People (including me) are so complicated. When i "acquire" a guy i will let u know in a tiny subscript.

Thanks to everyone who is team Sting. It's very much appreciated.

P.P.S. I'm thankful for my little doggie Lenie, for my mom, brother, sisters and for the progress that is being made with regards to my future.

Hopefully b4 Christmas i'll have wonderful news to share.