supercallousedfragilemysticplaugedbyhalitosis: November 2006

supercallousedfragilemysticplaugedbyhalitosis

Ghandi was a great man and walked everywhere he went so the skin on his feet became very cracked and hard, and due to continual hunger strikes was fraile but maintained his amazing almost supernatural gifts of peace and understanding, but again due to his eating habbits his breath was horrible. So Ghandi was a...

About Me

Name: Angela

Location: Clawson, Michigan, United States

I am proud to say I am a Mother, a Daughter, a Student, an Employee, a Minister, a Healer, a Poet, a Cynic, an Activist, and many more things that change on a moment-by-moment basis. I live in constant amazement of this adventure we call life, and acknowledges that while the road may be bumpy, the ride is exciting. I graduated from the Registered Nurse program at Alpena Community College in May 2004. In August 2010 I received my BSN and the, ever the glutton for punishment I went back to school and obtained my MBA with a specialization in Healthcare Administration in May 2012. I am contemplating going on for my PhD APRN. If I decide to do that... SHOOT ME! I am a manager for a not for profit hospice agency based in Michigan, but the position allows me to work remotely so I may be traveling a lot over the next few years. I battled and defeated breast cancer and now I am living life to the fullest!

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Must write

I come up with all these great things to blog about but never sit down and get it done. I need to start to take time to let my creativity out again. I've been holding it in. Sharing it only with myself.

Living in the Metro Detroit area has made me a bit of an introvert. I'm enjoying the isolation. I have never lived alone. I went from my parents home to sharing a home with my husband, and I initially found living alone to be frightening and isolating. Now I relish the quiet, the space of my own, but I still am keeping everything to myself. Even on phone calls home, the talk is trivial. I have processed the thoughts in my brain, and find no need to let them out.

Gonna try to blog regularly. TRY. All I can do is try. I am going to start a new blog for stories of the patients that have touched my heart. I NEED to get that out, but not here. It doesn't feel appropriate for here.