I started Anatomy this week. Already I kind of hate it and am overwhelmed. There are a LOT of bones in the skull, and they have many, many bumps and folds and holes and dents that all have their own names. It doesn't help that Dan is gone this week, and Eli has been running a fever since Sunday night (it seems to be fading away today, thank heavens), and it's disgustingly hot and we have no way to cool the house, and I'm exhausted because I don't sleep well when I'm alone (the boys have been at mom's house because I have nobody else to babysit them at 7:00 am).
Yesterday in lab, the department head came in and talked to us about making sure we really want to be nurses. She said 50% of all new nurses quit within 2 years of entering the field. There's a nursing/health career orientation this Friday afternoon and I may get a babysitter so I can attend it and learn more about what to expect. This speaks to a secret fear that cropped up this spring: what if I'm making a mistake? What if I hate nursing? I've worked a job I loathed before in order to improve our lot, and that drove me into temporary insanity (literally - I was not in my right mind). I do NOT want to repeat that experience again.
So I feel like I'm back at square one. I need to meet with a career counselor. I just want a career that I can do part-time, makes decent money (supplementing Dan's income), and would let me live in a place with better access to wilderness.