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After being unceremoniously informed by my sister that I suck at blogging, I've decided to update the masses on my incredibly easy and relaxing(<- sarcasm) life. Since my last entry a lot has happened. My mother, one of my heroes, completed her second triathlon and she did amazing. Truth be told, I was afraid I was going to have to rescue her during the swim, but it turns out she has some Nemo blood in her. She totally rocked it and it was awesome to see the family. Last week I turned 19. 18 was quite the adventure, but I had no idea being 19 could be so stressful. It seems as though I worry about everything now, but, oh wait, nothing new there. I got to see my family again for my birthday and we had quite the time in St. George, including card nights with dad's snores serenading us in the background, Samarrah proving she is still allergic to peanuts (excuse me, intolerant to peanuts), and getting lost on a circular loop in Zion's before my mom pointed out that a certain cell tower looked familiar. It was a blast and I got the best present in the world. School is, well...school-ish? Whoever said Mormons have no sense of humor never looked at any of my mid-terms. Cause I sat in the testing center wanting to stand up and yell, "are you kidding me!?!" Yes, this includes Book of Mormon. I swear I studied to. Case in point, I am on very intimate terms with the library and have been threatened with ex-communication if I e-mail my teachers one more time.
On a happier note, I start orientation at the hospital next Wednesday. It only took them two months to process my application, but I still love Intermountain Health Care. Yesterday, I got drug tested, got a flu shot (free!!!), a TB test, and was poked five times in an attempt to draw blood. They looked at my arm for ten minutes before trying for a vein, and consequently, missing. Then they tried my hand and got a vein, but blew it, creating quite the hematoma (that just sounds cool), missed again, collapsed a vein, and then gave up and decided to try testing the sample they had. Unlike almost every other person on the planet, I have no fear of needles (which is a good thing cause apparently I'm a "hard stick") and found the whole thing quite funny. Especially cause one of the girls kept asking if I was going to pass out every five seconds.
Now all I have is very bruised hands, a hole in the elbow, a very sore deltoid because the muscle spasmed when she poked me and caught the needle, and a funny look bump on my arm from the TB. I don't mind though. Being such a hard stick makes me feel special. Anyway, today I got my "salmon" volunteer jacket and official badge. I'm all set for orientation and so excited.
I think that is pretty much all I have. I'll try to do better for those three people who read my blog (especially you Kelly). Much love to all and keep on truckin'.