In the past umpteen weeks since I last posted the following things have occured:
a) I went up to Whidbey Island to visit my parents as a post-CPE treat. It was lovely.
b) While there, I GOT BIT BY A TICK CARRYING LYME DISEASE!!! GRRRROOSSSS!
Please, allow me to tell you more about the tick. It did not so much bite me as insert itself into my body. How freaking gross is that? EXTREMELY GROSS. G-Wiz had to pull it out of me, it was on my side, kind of below my armpit. With tweezers. So nasty. And alive! Just thinking about it makes my toes curl.
I went to the Dr. who told me that I was showing all the signs of being bit by a Lyme-carrying tick. You should have seen the site where it was in me. Nasty, nasty big red target circle woundy thing. Now I am on these super antibiotics that are making my tummy feel ick and giving me the old lady fatigue. Boo. But, yay, no getting Lyme disease.
c) I finished my CPE unit!
Yay! I loved, loved, loved CPE. It was challenging and frustrating and rewarding and meaningful and . . .phew. Mucho. I think it was week five or six where I was walking down one of the hallways, just heading somewhere, brain in semi-neutral, and I realized I was really content. Satisfied. I was like, hey. What is that strange feeling?
I like being in the hospital visiting sick people and their families.
I know. I was shocked myself. There is something amazing about chaplaincy work for me. For the first time in a very, very, very long while (maybe ever?) I feel incredibly well suited to a given work. Chaplaincy uses all of me – all of my experiences – all of my skills – all of my flaws – in a way that no other work does. I loved going into the hospital, never knowing who I would meet that day, what lives would touch mine, however briefly; what tears I would witness and cry myself; what laughter I would share. It was dope.
I’m not sure where God and I are going with this, but it was an intense, amazing ten weeks that I am super grateful I got to experience. Thank you Arcadia Methodist, thank you Amy, thank you Magdy, Aline, Mark, Thomas and Darren, thank you G-Wiz and Douglas, Thank you Lord.
d) I did not blog hardly at all during CPE. I was working + interning for about = sixty hours a week. Throw in a family and a girl who needs a LOT of sleep, and that leaves -3 hours for blogging. Sorry, dudes.
e) My sweet Tasha died. More on that later.