Carole King's song, "So far away" has been stuck in my head for awhile now, with so much going on physically and mentally. I don't know about you guys but vacation time is calling my name. In less than 2 weeks, that I will be in the great state of Missouri with my cousins from Nebraska...ahhh, much needed if I do say so myself.
2 weeks ago, I suffered my first nervous breakdown for the first time in a long time (since probably 8th grade). I usually enjoy my time hanging out with the elderly but that Tuesday night, I almost tried every possible way to get of going. Many times, I caught myself picking up my phone and texting one of my co-workers saying I won't be coming in but I don't hit send; I did the same thing with phone call but didn't tap the number. When I got there, I did my usual routine and went down to the skilled nursing (rehab) and went to say hello to the employee that was in charge of the activity on that floor tonight. She needed to go downstairs for something so I decided to tag along because I didn't need to be on the assistant living floor until 15 minutes before the activity started (assistant living is much easier to handle then the skilled nursing unit). After helping the skilled nursing employee, I was perfectly fine until I got on the elevator and saw the person I was working with. I caught myself saying, "Is this real? Where is Marisa? WHERE IS MARISA?!" over and over again in my head (Marisa is the one I usually work with on the assistant living floor). My nerves started creeping up a little bit but before I knew it, Marisa was right there. Marisa looked at me and asked me if I was alright because I had the look that I was about to breakdown and hypervenlate. I could only find the words to say "my nerves are kicking in" but I really wanted to say, "I just want you to stay..please". Later that night, I ended up in a peaceful sleep and didn't wake up until late the following day. Because of this, I didn't want a deja vu and backed out of the same activity for this month.
In more happier news, I managed to pull off a B in my language barring geography class resulting in a 3.6 grade point average because I got an A in English and Career Exploration class. Hmm...seems like English is my new favorite subject. My mom even gave me cash for my awesome grades.
I haven't been able to draw some zentangle inspired art work so this will be it for this blog post. Stay toon for another post of my recent doodles :)
"It would be so fine to see your face at my door. Doesn't help to know you're time away..."
