I'll be damned. I took my test Tuesday night not knowing if I had passed or failed. In my heart I thought I failed it. I received a 85%. Thank God! I need to stop doubting myself. It's not an A, but I'll take the B. I need to get my ass in gear.
We are starting to learn about IVs and all the fluids and a few chemical symbols and compounds. I am going to try to take two classes this summer. I want to take chemistry and pharmacology. I swear, the professor says "You're putting your license on the line." so much it scares me.
That dog attack really changed me. I get real nervous walking outside at night with Woody. I get scared another dog is going to just run up and snatch him from me like that other sucky dog tried to. It plays in my head over and over when I am trying to sleep. Just hearing my dog scream like that. This is going to sound fucked up; but I really hope that woman decides to put that dog down. I would hate for someone else to go through that. If that would have been my Nephew walking Woody, he would probably be dead. OK, I am starting to sound like a little "bitch" now, so I'll quit.
I have to get out of here between three and four because someone is coming to see this place since it is up for sale.
Dinner is up in the air still. Maybe we'll just order a pizza. Have fun!