Wednesday, May 21, 2008

I'm mere minutes away from sitting in my chair with drool running down my face.

When I first started this blog, I thought I would be writing a lot about my experiences as a student nurse, making her way into the exciting world of healing people and kicking ass, which oddly makes me sound like a strange video game character who goes around alternatively healing people in a benevolent Mother-Theresa-with-a-health-professional-degree fashion and stomping people's faces into the dirt while cackling with glee.

Like a ninja nurse.

O_O!!!

Ninja nurse! That's even better than Judero Hirabayashi, a former voice actress from Japan who became tragically addicted to cough syrup and was forced to make her way to Toronto in order to tear herself away from the terrible memories of her past life. Will we ever do an actual enactment of Untitled?

Anyway, back to my nursing adventures. They're not so much adventures as they are, shall we say, episodes that occur as I happen to pass by. It's not so much the confidentiality issue that stops me from writing about them. Goodness knows that I talk about my clinicals all the time and I'm always careful not to reveal any identifying features. "So my client was a man with green hair and lazy eye with one rainbow-coloured toe sock hanging off his left ear..."

My mind is too full of details, most of which I probably won't forget for the rest of my life. If you were to ask me about the very first client I ever had in the postpartum unit 30 years from now, I'd probably remember. I don't really feel the need to record every single thing that happens as I did during all those years in Westmount. If you begged me to write a Crazy E-mail now, then I couldn't, because those e-mails were for all of us. The funny things that happened when we formed our own TAG group in the third floor stairwell are important to me as they were to you, which is why I tried to record them as faithfully as I did all those years ago. One day, THE book will be finished when most of you will have forgotten what we did together. And hopefully you'll read it and all the memories will come whooshing back. And hopefully I'll finish it before we're all sitting in a WSS retirement community someplace. I picture a nice cul-de-sac with all of our houses arranged in a row. That is the dream, neh?

I don't know where I'm going with this, really. The nap in the evening really doesn't help with coherent thought process.

NINJA NURSE!

Friday, May 16, 2008

OH. MY. GOD!!!

I'm squealing with delight. Literally squealing with my fists wiggling at cheek level.

I just found online videos of the anime series "Rose of Versailles", which is my favourite manga of ALL TIME.



Rose of Versailles is a Japanese manga about Lady Oscar de Jarjayes, a fictional character in the court of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette who is another prominent character along with her lover, Axel von Fersen. And you know how much I obsess over Marie Antoinette. I have scoured all the libraries in York Region and North York for biographies about her and read them all. I borrowed the Jane Seymour movie about her from the Westmount library and cursed Sophia What's-her-face for focusing more on shoes than character growth in her movie with Kirsten Dunst. I did projects on Marie Antoinette. I translated the first volume of the manga from Korean to English. I had my mother lug back a brand new set of the manga from Korea.

You cannot believe how excited I am. I'm probably not going to get any work done today.

I was brushing my hair...

...and everything looked normal. Then I brushed my hair back to find out that all of the hair on my head was actually attached to the posterior half of my scalp! I actually had a huge but convincing combover! I screamed so long and loud that my dad came into my room to ask what was wrong. I showed him my hideous half bald, half long haired head and he looked at it like nothing was wrong and said he would get me some Propecia. Somehow, that comforted me a lot. I did my combover again and went about my day.

I woke up sometime later. It was a scary dream. Scary!

Thursday, May 1, 2008

French vocab exercise 008

Exsultate, jubilate,
O vos animae beatae
exsultate, jubilate,
dulcia cantica canendo;
cantui vestro
psallant aethera cum me.

Rejoice, for exams are over!
I had my one and a half day of leisure, which was spent inevitably on cleaning the apartment, which I hadn't been doing for 2 weeks. I still want to scrub down the fridge and it's gnawing away at my brain, but I'll have time enough tomorrow to get that done.

I have to work harder at my French now, because I don't have classes anymore where I can use it. There's a good chance that I might get Francophone clients when clinicals start next week. I hope they're understanding of the fact that I don't really know many medical terms. ^_^;;

About the vocab exercise today, I like to think of it as part of the story between le Dr Maillat and Madame Pompadou. Just a hint of what happened between them before the very first exercise where he left her. I know. I'm goofy and nonsensical.

-accabler: to overwhelm, to overcome
accabler qqn de: to overwhelm someone with
accablant: oppressive, damning, exhausting
accablement: dejection, despondency

-accalmie: lull, temporary improvement

-accaparer: to monopolize, to carry off
accaparant: demanding
accaparement: monopolization

-accéder: to accede to, to give rise to, to reach
accédant à la propriété: a new homeowner

-accélérer: to accelerate, to increase
s'accélérer: to beat faster
accélérateur: accelerating, accelerator
accélération: acceleration
accéléré: fast

De plus en plus, la vitesse de sa parole accélérait et ses pensées sont devenues plus désorganisées. Il n'y avait pas d'accalmie de l'aboiement. Il ne pouvait plus tolérer la tempête de sa mauvaise humeur et il est sorti pour échapper à sa colère accablante. Dehors, ses émotions ont accédé à la décision la plus difficile de sa vie. Il ne pouvait pas permettre à lui de accaparer toute son énergie. Il devait partir.

Translation:
More and more, her speech accelerated and her thoughts became more disorganized. There was no respite from her ravings. He could not tolerate the storm of her temper any longer and he left to escape from her overwhelming anger. Outside, his emotions gave rise to the most difficult decision of his life. He could not allow her to monopolize all of his energy. He had to leave.