The Preverbial Air Force Base

Every nurse applicant is required to be interviewed by the chief nurse of hospital squadron. Yesterday, I had my interview.
There are two Air Force Bases within close proximity to the Twin Cities--one in Grand Forks and the other near St. Louis, MO (but it is actually in IL). I went to Scott AFB in IL, and of course it was a 9-hour drive.
The colonel that I spoke with has been in the USAF for 23 years (that is how old I am :)!). She never planned it that way, it just happened. She told me of her experiences in Iraq. She said that going to Iraq was the single most influential endeavor that she was privelaged to participate in. She told me stories of congenitally deformed children who are brought to the USAF hospital bases to be "cured" by the Americans. It was really sad...
It was interesting being on a base...it's like a small city, about 10,000 people. Every amenity you can think of is available to you...even renting a plot of ground so that you can garden in your free time...CRAZY! You can rent RVs and camping equipment and all kinds of stuff. You can even learn to fly...way cool!

Sweet Success

Yesterday, I weighed again for my physical inspectection for the Air Force after 3 days of modified fasting. Basically I drank over a gallon of water a day with lemon (lemon is a natural diuretic) and only ate protein. Not to mention, I ran with a plastic bag on under my clothes (that was a blast). Actually it was very interesting...I discovered that I would never be a successful anorexic. Not only that, I love food...I like the social aspect of eating and everything. But...after almost 4 1/2 months of arduous jogging and portion-cutting, I have reached my goal...I am offically physical fit for the military.

Living in No Man's Land

Loneliness, loneliness, loneliness...I have discovered how sad it is to move back in with your parents after moving out. I miss Becca and Nicole, who are my roommates before I had to abdicate from our lovely home. See...I don't think you are fully grasping how grave this situation really is...and its all my fault. I'll explain the situation:
Our lease was up at the end of August. I am leaving October 16 for the Air Force, therefore no one is going to want to give me a lease for 2 months. Our landlords did not want to extend the lease within the amount of time that was reasonable for us and my roommates and we could not find a replacement for me. So, you see, it really is my fault.
Anyway. My parents live in no man's land, 45 minutes from anything that is dear to my heart. Well, maybe only 30 minutes. But, that's beside the point, it is now a 42-mile commute to work, one-way, and I miss my close proximity to my best friend. Not only that, but our house was beautiful. Built in the 1930s, huge bedrooms, large closets, my own kitchen. I think tears are really starting to fall down my face.
All of my stuff is now in storage and it is costing way too much and I don't know if any if it is really worth keeping, but.... oh well.