Sometimes It's Easy To Be Myself

I have had a jumble of emotions lately, for a lot of reasons.  I'm really sad about leaving Riverton, but I am ready to start back at IMC.  I floated there on Thursday, and most people I talked to were excited that I'm coming back.  It's nice to feel wanted, even if it's not necessarily what you want.  They actually wanted me to come back on Friday, but it was my last day at Riverton, so I said no.  Friday was nice; I got to work with Dr. Larson, whom I love--he's seriously one of my favorite surgeons ever.  I look unbelievably bad in this picture, but that shows you how much I adore him.

He's actually moving to Iowa next year, to head up their pediatric ophthalmology program at the University of Iowa.  His leaving (and Allison's, too) were factors that made it okay for me to leave too.  It's sad, but true.  Plus, he served his mission in Paris, so I franglais with him quite often.  One time, we were doing a cataract surgery, and randomly he looked up at me and said, "They think I do not know a buttload of crap about the Gospel, but I do!"  (A quote from Nacho Libre.)  We would quote a lot of movies during surgery, and on Friday he said I could sing as much as I wanted (and we'd dedicate it to Chad Wallis).  Plus, he's so nice--very patient and easy-going.  I'll miss him a lot.

This is a much better picture of me and my girls.  Not all of them, since Sara, Brittany and Bethany (a.k.a. "Breathany") weren't there, but I love these ladies.  I'll miss them, too.  They are really good friends, and it has been a privilege to work with them.

Melanie, Me, Marisa (and Savanna), Shelly and Kristine.

So anyway, I am okay.  I know I struggle (a lot).  I stay up too late and I focus on myself and what's wrong.  I have a lot of things I need to change.  The list keeps getting longer, and it only adds to the depression, so when I start writing about it, it brings it all to the forefront.  I don't need to air all my dirty laundry here, and I'm pretty sure that the two people who do peruse my blog would rather read the happy stuff.  I'll try to spend more time on that; it's what I'd rather remember, anyway.

Speaking of, here are some pictures from NFHP 2011 (Nolan Family Halloween Party).  It was a good time.