I’m biting the bullet and seeing an academic adviser about what I need to do to get into medical school. My sister told me her doctor went to med school in her 40’s and got through in one piece which is the kind of stuff I want to hear, need to hear. It’s not like what I’m doing will be a waste of time. In fact, timing wise, it’s sort of falling into place.
At the end of March, all the applications to the Physical Therapy Assistant (PTA) program need to be in to the coordinator and acceptance letters will go out in June. If I’m not accepted, whatever classes I’m taking now will only help me if I transfer to the University of Louisville. I will bite the bullet to figure out what type of science I can finish out for a BS, study for the standardized tests/MCATs and start applying for med schools.
It’s kind of crazy to say my backup for the PTA is to beg and borrow $xxx,xxx for med school. But all of that is way better than corporate finance to me. No disrespect to those who love what they do in private equity and insurance because it’s a good enough gig if you like that stuff or just want to make money.
Part of what’s driving the med school idea are the little voices in my ear that keeps saying I can do this. One of the voices, my older sister, absolutely loves this idea. She’s fully supportive and says she’s jealous which I thought was incredibly sweet to admit. Another voice is a Biology professor I’m hanging out with lately who’s not my boyfriend but we’re still figuring out what the hell is going on week to week. Yeah. That’s been fun. He’s not MY Bio professor. That would violate ethics. Not sure what happens if I transfer to U of L but that assumes we’re still (or whatever) dating or we haven’t killed each other with sarcasm by then. Last voice is my daughter. Where the idea of letting her graduate with any student loan debt was a huge deal to me, this is med school. No way anybody like me could pay it without help. But as for the academic part, she thinks I can do it because she’s seen me stay up days in a row to finish 3 different people’s jobs for investment accounting, financial reporting and budget. I may cry, but I don’t quit.
My appointment is next month, wish me luck!
After a series of start and go private entries about 2015, I’ve decided to keep those private and attribute those to part of the process of working out complications from last year. I don’t think there’s a ‘better’ for some of it. But the rest is good.
Site keeping wise, I’ve completely forgotten the password for semi-private posts so I’m not publishing anything I’d prefer to show my friends only list yet. Such a tiny list vs Xanga days! But still important.
To sum up changes in the last couple of years since my last post:
- I no longer work for crap ass company where I had no time for a private life
- I’m a full time student at a community college
- Once a week I’m asked if I’m going to medical school and it’s freaking me out
- My daughter FINALLY GRADUATED FROM U of L!!!!
- My daughter is also getting married in September
- My daughter will move next year to St. Louis . . . with Pocky . . . which makes me sad
- I’m no longer seeing German animation guy after 7 year. We’re friends now after a first few very tense months.
- After 3 years of hardly walking, I started running again in 2015 with 2 half marathons (1 horribly hungover), 2 super sprint tri’s (horribly hungover) and a 5k (not hungover but on busy sidewalk which SUCKED).
- In 2 years I had to deal with 7 follow up visits for mammograms which was weird.
- In December ’15, I got the all clear and see you in a year on the mammogram. Then got a letter saying I needed to come back for a follow up. Da fuq?
- I got to utilize my zombie makeup skills and found I have a talent for texturing and shading open wounds
- And stuff I’ll sum up when I figure out password only posting again.
Hopefully your year’s going well so far, especially those of you who got freakin’ cancer. That’s a handful of you from Xanga who I still see on Twitter. Beat that shit.
Yeah, I know. This content is for crap but I’ll get the hang of it again. Take care.
I think I fixed the comments so you don’t have to create an account or have a previously approved comment to add your thoughts. If you’re having any problems, e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I’m really super slow on the uptake so I’m sorry for the delays, I wasn’t sure what I was looking to adjust in the settings.
My Week 3-4 progress post is in draft form but what happened yesterday was so exciting for me, I had to post it.
I walked normally without a cane all day long.
No big signs of a Trendelenburg gait, no knee pain, no weird feet. No weird feeling my legs were uneven. No wondering if there’s a shoe that could fix over/under pronation at the same time. No over analyzing if my right hip was dropping during turnover.
It was amazing and got me all up in my feels so I teared up a little.
Thursday was the 23rd and a month post surgery. It was a good day.
I was laughing tears at the end part. Silly but just hit the spot.
Ummmm . . . this is way, way, way off from my insurance company’s website which estimated the hospital and supply cost as $34,000. This follows the general rule that it’s almost impossible to estimate surgery cost in my town. Such a huge swing from Hospital #1 that estimated $15,000.
If you guessed “Peeing”, you’d be correct.
I’m definitely going to be stuck on the cane for a while until my quad and glutes get stronger on the right side and my muscles loosen up. So tightening and loosening. Simultaneously. No small task. I’m stiff so it’s altering my gait which sucks. I’m up to 5-7 minutes of walking using the support bars on the treadmill, practicing my foot going from heel to toe in a forward motion vs. a pigeon toed landing from pre-surgery. It’s hard work but I’m devoted to it.
My bandages fell off this morning! Ewwwwwwwwwwneat! The doctor used stitches my body will eat up underneath dermabond. For the last week, my right leg has been itchy as hell under all its bandages. No lotion or ointments and winter air, I’m freakin’ ashy. But here is my 4 inch scar and my icky bandage that was superglued to my skin.
Nice job on the laser hair removal. As you can see, totally bikini ready.
On New Year’s day, I got my buddy back. He was driving my Tita nuts because he kept talking and howling. He’s used to having a whole house to explore, not being kept to a room. He’s a great hot water bottle and hasn’t been a bother at all under foot.
How you doin’?