You can now get a copper IUD even if you have a history of ectopic pregnancy.
I have an appointment next week, to be rescheduled depending on precise arrival date of the monthlies.
I declared very definitively, some years back, that AS GOD IS MY WITNESS I WILL NEVER USE BIRTH CONTROL AGAIN, but HA HA, that. Absolutely no other method is acceptable to me, so Paragard is my last best hope; I am optimistic that it will not cause me to hemorrhage monthly or slice through my insides like a tiny cocktail sword because that can totally happen, I read it on the internet, and that it will prevent any inconvenient disruptions to my attempts at bettering myself.
About that: I had it all in my head that I was destined for A Certain UniVANDYersity's Accelerated MSN program -- two years of a solid wall of work at the end of which English majors are awarded Advanced Practice Nurse credentials. I had attended an open house a couple of years ago, researched, met people who had gone through the program, and then I decided to go to one more open house -- since I now was most of the way through my prereqs and had some relevant questions.
And you know, they pretty much talked me out of going. Without trying to.
The first nail in the coffin was the student panel, where five fresh-faced youngsters (well, relative to me) talked about the workload and the tens of hours of studying they put in, on top of 30-40 hours a week in the classroom/lab/hospital. You have to make time for yourself, they advised us. Give yourself permission to do something fun once in a while. Have a social life.
"Do any of you have children?" I asked. Ten eyes opened wide and five heads shook slowly, back and forth. "But I have a friend in the program with kids," one young man volunteered. "See, he just parcels out his time -- he goes to class until 2 or 3 and then spends 2 hours in the library, and then he's done for the day -- he goes home to his kids!"
I wondered, inwardly, about Father of the Year's wife and just how much she was doing to make his quality time sessions possible. Did she work full-time or part-time? Did she do all the grocery shopping, the meal planning, the house cleaning, the shuttling around of offspring? Hmm.
Other students knew people with kids who went through the program -- they scheduled tightly, depended heavily on family. Which I would love to do, except that all my family lives somewhat outside of commuting distance.
So. That was the first nail. The second was the revelation that the job market for advanced practice nurses, here in the immediate Nashville area, is pretty well saturated. It stands to reason, with multiple schools pumping out MSNs. "But people retire, people die, people have to go on leave," one instructor said encouragingly. "Jobs do open up."
Third was the suggestion from a program higher-up that we be willing to consider working as an RN -- because as a nurse practitioner, you are a nurse first. That we be willing to persevere if we don't get that dream job right away -- and something like 95% of grads did in fact get those coveted APN positions.
What I heard, in short, was that I might dig myself into 70K worth of debt, exhaust my inner and financial resources, spend almost no time with my family, and stress myself into a full-body twitch, just so I could either take a job I could have gotten with half the schooling, stress, and debt, or sit around waiting for someone to die.
That would be three nails in the coffin of NO.
The good news is that one, if one already had a BSN, could enter at the MSN level and spend 3-5 semesters doing the advanced coursework (intense but nowhere near the breakneck pace of trying to cram six semesters worth of knowledge into three), emerging with not only that bright shiny degree but a solid work history, a knowledge of the local job scene, connections galore, and presumably, one's sanity intact. Not to mention a better sense of what field one might wish to enter (the Certain UniVANDYersity's accelerated MSN requires you apply to and stay within one discipline).
Oh, and not to mention, in a certain blogger's case, the possibility of a move in the next year or two (this new plan puts me through MSN school just in time for Sean's tenure review).
I am still taking the GRE on Wednesday, because I did not do this to my brain for nothing -- and the score should still be "fresh" when I get around to using it, three years from now. A slight change in course, is all this is. I hope you all will enjoy the thought of me having to take religion classes at a Baptist institution. I know I do.