I am just over one year into my journey to become a doctor of chiropractic. It is daunting and I’ve struggled along the way. But if it was supposed to be an easy path then everyone would be called Doctor. Cleveland Chiropractic College is unlike any other academic environment I’ve ever experienced. When I tell people that we are a family, I don’t think they fully grasp how deep our love for each other really lies. I’ve heard about super competitive schools and while we are competitive, ours is a friendly competition and not the cut-throat sabotage variety. At any time someone will offer tips for how to study for a test or freely share their old notes with another student. It is the most genuinely caring environment I’ve ever been privileged enough to call home.
When people say it is a blessing to lift others up so they might succeed I am proud to say that Clevelanders exhibit this every single day without a second thought. It is as much from the faculty as it is from the other students. I know that at any time I can talk with a professor who will set everything down, and with genuine interest, answer any questions I might have or offer guidance if that’s what I’m needing. Open door policy is a way of life here and even with instructors that I may not have taken classes from yet.
Once a year we all get together for a night of relaxing fun. It’s the Cleveland Chiropractic formal. Everyone gets dolled up, enjoys a great meal, and shares some laughs with students and faculty alike. The food was delicious, the music was perfect, and everyone had a great time. It’s a nice reminder that every once in a while we all need to set the studying down and step back to enjoy the life we are living right now. Once we are finished with school and have our fancy diploma we will wish that we could have spent more time with our chiropractic family.
I raise a glass to you all. You are the support group that others should strive to become!
Chiro Prom 2015
I am now fur-mommy to the most adorable puppy. He’s constantly making us laugh with his antics. Watching him discover his world is just as fun. He’s taking to potty training really quickly and since he’s teething he’s kind of fussy sometimes for no reason. But I know that will pass and at least this time around I know puppies lose baby teeth so I know what’s coming. Currently he’s flipping around all over the living room floor because he’s never had a tag on his collar and he’s not so sure about this new addition.
We went through several names before deciding on Cooper. Some names seemed so promising but with more and more personality coming forth they didn’t fit quite right.
Mr. Cooper is part sheltie and part mini American Eskimo and was born Sept 3. He surprised us when we found that he loves to play with his adoptive sister (a 3 year old Australian Shepard) and they tucker each other out. After just one meeting I can already tell he’s going to get along just fine with her… 8 pounds of dominance in him even. He’s a handful but he’s mine and I love him.
Turkey day part 1 went down without a hitch but that also might be because I was simply a guest bringing a cake. Nothing dangerous to worry about there. We had such a good time with his family and playing Balderdash with his sisters and cousins was a blast!
Fastforward to yesterday at my mom’s house and we get a bit of a different story. Brie is a cheese with a wax that can be removed so the cheese can be baked and results in a wonderful melty pot of heaven. Removing the wax from a wheel of brie is no longer my job I’m guessing since the knife I was using didn’t like the idea of a quiet family holiday but instead had its mind set on bloodshed. Yep. Nothing like a holiday trip to get stitches. At least the physician assistant that put humpty back together was fun to talk to. Granted, I can’t like her too much since I was only given a script for some antibiotics and nothing to help with the throbbing I was experiencing. Oh well.
I’m interested to see how much nerve damage I end up with after it is all healed. I was changing my bandage today and noticed that there is a decent sized area that has lost feeling. Could be fun. So it goes. At least I can still say that I’ve never broken anything… although maybe if I had broken something instead I would have good meds in my possession.
No that isn’t a vat of blood… it’s Betadine.
With all the strain that the tensions in Ferguson are causing near and far I would like to take a moment to remind everyone that we are all the same with just a few minor variances. No matter our backgrounds, bank balances, education levels, family history, traumas, hopes, dreams, or memories: we are all the sum of millions of cells making up tissues which in turn make up organs and ultimately a body. We are all the same bag of guts really. It is the same spark of humanity we all carry. So why would one bag of guts hate another bag of guts so much that they would intentionally inflict harm upon them? I know that it is hard to remember that we are all the same especially when it comes to such a passionate issue as fairness. Because that’s really what I see when I watch the news lately and it’s not just in Ferguson.
One person is killed in a carjacking… why? Because the vandal didn’t think it was fair that the victim had something he wanted so he took it. A building gets burned down in an arson… why? Because the owner didn’t think it was fair that he pays so much for insurance on the building yet his bank account isn’t as full as he would like. On Friday there will inevitably be news about fights breaking out in stores… why? Because someone grabbed the last barbie/video game/insert-random-material-object-here as another person reached for it.
In this time of giving thanks remember to be thankful for your struggles as well as the blessings. It is the battles we all fight, both big and small, that make us stronger and thrive. I know this is a strange message but I feel that it is one that we all need to be reminded of from time to time. That being said I wish happiness on everyone today and for the future.
Happy birthday to my favoritest Mama ever. I can’t imagine plotting evil things without you. :)
TimeHop is an app that alerts you daily and pulls your pictures and posts from that date in previous years. Over the last couple of days mine has pulled pictures of when I was knee-deep in broken tiles and drywall during my bathroom remodel.
Originally, the bottom four feet of the bathroom walls were covered in tile. Yes, ALL the walls. Since the gold flecked white tiles were more fab 50s than I wanted they needed to go.
I’m pretty handy around the house and have the store map to Lowe’s burned into my brain. But this project was by far the most challenging I have ever attempted. I think simply because I only have one shower and if anything went wrong I would be stuck in a big way.
The demolition was both challenging and cathartic. I didn’t care for the clean up every night. After each destruction session I would have to completely remove all of the tiles, drywall bits, and dust that managed to get everywhere. I put up painters tarps over the torn up walls so that the shower would still be functional to some degree.
Once everything was ready I realized I needed more hands to put up the new drywall and plastic surround walls. I’m lucky enough that my parents live fairly close so they came out and helped with this part.
Once the shower walls were up I attacked the rest of the walls which meant learning how to mud over all the bad spots where the 60 year old tiles didn’t want to release easily. Smooth the mud over the walls, wait for it to dry, sand, sand, sand, and repeat until the walls were back to normal. Not my favorite part since it really challenged my OCD nature. I added some paint (walls and ceiling) and that part was done.
Next up… Learning how to tile a backsplash. This was my favorite part! It was tough on my back but still so much fun!
I’m almost ashamed to say how proud I am about how the bathroom turned out. I walked away from this project having learned so many new things. I am confident that I will use these lessons again in the future.
Hemingway once said, “When you stop doing things for fun you might as well be dead.” I can’t help but agree with him and after all the fun we had this weekend during our anniversary trip I think we may just live forever.
Table Rock Lake is a huge lake in SW Missouri. Branson (The elderly Vegas of the Midwest) is a part of the 800 miles of shoreline for those that are familiar. With over 43,000 acres of water to explore we had a blast fishing and tubing but the best part was getting two full days away together. The weather has been unseasonably cool so it was completely perfect camping weather. Goldilocks would have even announced it as just right.
We’ve had such a good year together and I can’t wait to share so many more.