When I was a little girl, I had a very clear image of what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be someone’s wife and have a baby. That was as far as I got. Nothing else really seemed fun.
As I got older, I realized that I one day, I would actually have to get a job. Go to college. Make money. Uuggggghhhhh…. People, I was gonna have to work.
At that point, I had no choice but to twist that “clear image” up a bit. I needed to figure out what I was going to be. Become. Do. For a living.
My first thought was to become a veterinarian. I loved animals….dogs, cats, and horses were at the top of my list. I thought it would be so much fun to go into my clinic every day and work with my furry patients. So, during my senior year of high school, I started to observe our veterinarian. The first surgery I watched being performed was the neutering of a huge German Sheppard. I passed out. So…….plan B.
My grandmother, dad, and aunt were all nurses, so I figured, “well…it’s in my blood…” So, after graduation, I applied and was accepted into Auburn University with Nursing as my declared major. I applied for a job at a surgical clinic in Auburn to get my foot in the door and began working just weeks after moving into my apartment. One of the things I had to do on a regular basis was add “before and after” pictures to patient charts. Most all of the pictures that I had to file made me completely nauseated & I quickly realized that if blood and guts were even slightly involved, nothing in the medical field was gonna cut it. And neither was that job. And there was no plan C.
I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and I was quite miserable, so I decided to move back home with the parents. And guess what…I met Rooster. (more…)