It's Nothing A Drink Won't Fix

Here's a run-down of what all happened yesterday:
1. wrote a huge check for tuition that sucked every precious, little copper-topped penny out of my savings account
2. picked up my super cool lab coat with its nifty CON patch on the shoulder
3. spent time volunteering at the American Red Cross ... totally fun! and the guy I was hanging with there? oh yeah, totally hot ... and totally engaged to a she-cop.
4. went to a cook-out that included others of my ilk, i.e. nurse nerds ... and here's the point I want to run with ...

The cook-out was fun. Not a huge crowd, and mostly made up of nursing nerds, kung fu freaks, and computer geeks (with some folks falling into more than one of those categories). For such a weirdo mix of people, it was oddly comfortable, and the conversations were very interesting and funny.
At one point several of us nursing nerds were in the kitchen snacking and talking when a non-nursing nerd suddenly turned and puked in the sink (too much Jaeger for that one). AND NOT ONE OF US stopped our snacking or conversation, or even so much as batted an eye. Somebody leaned in and asked the puker if she was okay, she nodded yes, and that was that. It was as if this kind of thing happens all the time. And we are so desensitized to it that we can just keep right on eating in the midst of someone who is yacking.
If that was some kind of test, we all passed with flying colors.

And the big news: Monday, 9am, scholarship interview .... keep sending the good vibes, thinking the good thoughts, praying the good prayers, and rubbing the Buddha bellies!