Regardless of what anyone may think, I am not giving up. Giving up, to me, is hiding in a dark closet drinking warm Boone's wine and MadDog 20/20 while binging on Little Debbie snacks. Giving up is not showering for days on end and scaring your pet by your "scent". I have not done either of those. No eating or drinking binges and no ban on bathing. It's not worth it. Believe me, it's not been a piece of cake. The hardest day was when I should have started the summer class......but I was at home (not binging or drinking cheap, nasty alcohol). Not an easy day at all.
The only way to eat an elephant is one bite at a time. This time I just don't know how large the elephant is.
I start my new job June 5th with hospital orientation. I will be working in the CVICU, with my old work crew. Apparently they are happy to have me back (I must have really warped them....).
There is more to the decision of returning to school than meets the eye. I hope no one needs to be in this situation. It sucks, it honestly does. Not that you doubted that....