I missed another day yesterday!
I tell you what, this has been the week of weeks. I had another job interview today, which went very well! (They offered me the job on the spot!) I had a horrible weekend being about as busy at work as I ever have been, and I’ve been trying to study every chance I get. I have also been using what little bits of spare time I could justify to edit my story.
Now, why am I studying? Let me try to explain this.
I have graduated from an accredited Ultrasound program with an Associates Degree in Diagnostic Medical Sonography. What does all of that mean? Basically… squat. In the medical field, anything that you have done or learned or accomplished doesn’t count unless you’ve passed a board or exam of some kind. So please… forget that I have gone to school for 3 years to learn my profession. Instead, let me sit for a 4 hour exam – 3 separate times – to prove that I am competent.
What I have to do is take the American Registry of Diagnostic Medical Sonographers registry exams. There are three of them (that I will take) – Physics, Abdomen, and OB/GYN. My Physics exam is on Thursday. THIS Thursday. I need to get my nose in the books, and study like there is no tomorrow. These exams cost $200 EACH to take, and you don’t get the money back if you fail. It is safe to say that I would be investing my time wisely by focusing on this test.
And on that note! I’m going to study for the rest of the afternoon. An idea was given to me by some commenters, so I’m going to begin sharing my narrative story. However, I’m only going to give it up a few pieces at a time. We’ll see how that goes over. You are, by no means, obligated to read it… I just thought it would be fun to share.
Part 1 –
How it happened.
I remember sending out “feelers.” That’s how I thought of it in my mind. Lonesome and terribly sad, I was trying to find people with whom I could surround myself to make up for those deficiencies. So I sent out feelers – emails, phone calls, text messages to anyone and everyone I knew. Re-creating connections I had lost in the past seemed like a good idea. The more connections I found, the less I would feel alone. That was the plan.
With Brock, I sent a message across a “guild” forum. I knew he didn’t play the game anymore, but I was still sure he’d get it. There didn’t seem to be any other way to find him, and for some reason, not trying wasn’t really an option. So often I had found myself thinking back on him, questioning my memories. He held a special place there, inside my head. As the roommate of my boyfriend in college, we spent more time together than just random friends. To be blatantly honest, we each got on the nerves of the other more often than not… and we never allowed ourselves to find feelings that shouldn’t be there. Not openly. When he left, we never completely lost touch – a random email or instant message every now and then kept us in contact. This time, however, I had invested a little bit more emotion into hoping I would hear from him. I was ecstatic when I received his reply. Brock never let me down, always writing long emails, and taking interest in what I had to tell him. He always seemed eager to share with me what was happening in his life. He was always there.