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Feb. 12th, 2013 07:48 pm We begin with one of my favourite cat pictures:
Why, you ask? Well, today has been all kinds of emotional, and funny cat pictures make that shit easier to handle.
So, my day.
The main part of my day today was spent attending a Child Protection conference with one of the midwives from work. And this wasn't a study day- this was 12 people sitting around a table with a lady and her family, deciding weather or not her newborn baby could stay in her care. -__-; Of course, I can't go into the details of the case in any way, but it was a heartbreaking situation, and a very difficult few hours for all of us. Harder for the woman, I'm sure- I hope I never, ever have to be in her seat in one of these things. I think it would destroy me.
After that, I was really just drained. I came home and made soup, then chilled out on Rift for a while. Then made more soup. Then came on here and posted a picture of a cat.
Man... I just keep thinking- if this is how hard it is as a student, without any of the responsibility, then how hard is it going to be when I'm the one writing the reports, making the referrals.... giving my expert opinion on weather or not someone should lose their family or be allowed to keep their kids.... >_<;
Sometimes I wonder what the hell I am getting myself into.
In Other News:
Well, it's official: my Dolti D is in UK customs, and I owe them money. >_>; I am dirt poor at the moment, so I may have to sell some doll clothing to cover the bill. Even if I don't, I won't be able to pay until Friday- I have £25 in my bank account right now, and no more coming in until the 15th. This is actually fairly common for me these days, what with having to live off a student loan and all. Oh, and the whole 'new glasses' thing didn't help....
On the plus side, March will mark the dead centre of my course. After that, I am officially on my way out of the dark tunnel, and moving towards the scary land of 'fully qualified midwife.'
Honestly? I never even thought I would get it, let alone finish the first year. I know it's far from over, but sometimes it just doesn't feel real. Like, at all.
Why, you ask? Well, today has been all kinds of emotional, and funny cat pictures make that shit easier to handle.
So, my day.
The main part of my day today was spent attending a Child Protection conference with one of the midwives from work. And this wasn't a study day- this was 12 people sitting around a table with a lady and her family, deciding weather or not her newborn baby could stay in her care. -__-; Of course, I can't go into the details of the case in any way, but it was a heartbreaking situation, and a very difficult few hours for all of us. Harder for the woman, I'm sure- I hope I never, ever have to be in her seat in one of these things. I think it would destroy me.
After that, I was really just drained. I came home and made soup, then chilled out on Rift for a while. Then made more soup. Then came on here and posted a picture of a cat.
Man... I just keep thinking- if this is how hard it is as a student, without any of the responsibility, then how hard is it going to be when I'm the one writing the reports, making the referrals.... giving my expert opinion on weather or not someone should lose their family or be allowed to keep their kids.... >_<;
Sometimes I wonder what the hell I am getting myself into.
In Other News:
Well, it's official: my Dolti D is in UK customs, and I owe them money. >_>; I am dirt poor at the moment, so I may have to sell some doll clothing to cover the bill. Even if I don't, I won't be able to pay until Friday- I have £25 in my bank account right now, and no more coming in until the 15th. This is actually fairly common for me these days, what with having to live off a student loan and all. Oh, and the whole 'new glasses' thing didn't help....
On the plus side, March will mark the dead centre of my course. After that, I am officially on my way out of the dark tunnel, and moving towards the scary land of 'fully qualified midwife.'
Honestly? I never even thought I would get it, let alone finish the first year. I know it's far from over, but sometimes it just doesn't feel real. Like, at all.
