Single and temporarily handicapped

So as stated before, I had a cyst removed. My anesthesiologist, Dr. Ott, was a total babe. And I'm not the only one who thought so (Mooooooommmm). Even my nurse said they call him "Hot Ott."

I was excited for the surgery because they said I could watch it on a television screen. Didn't happen. Darn technical difficulties. I did get to chat with Hot Ott, though. In case you're wondering, I had an auxillary nerve block--they didn't put me to sleep. FYI: nerve blocks are the weirdest thing ever.

I'm supposed to be in a sling for a few more days and after that I still have dressings around the incision until I get my stitches removed later this month. 

I now know why all those children with casts on during the summer were so upset. I stink. It's gross. And I can't get rid of it. Fail. But I do get a sympathy look every time someone sees my sling so I guess it's ok. 

I've been in a sling before, but I was still in high school--under constant supervision of BFFs and my parents in case I needed anything. 

Now, I am in a sling while living alone. I have to drive to campus every day. And mommy's not here to put the plastic sack over my dressings before I can get rid of my nasty body odor and then help me into a t-shirt. Or bra for that matter. And my buddies Audrey and Maddie welcome me to class every day by offering to put my hair in a ponytail. They don't even mind the neck sweat I've accumulated from walking clear across campus. I have some awesome friends. 

So elastic shorts will be my best friend for the next few weeks. As well as limited computer action. But perhaps that's a good thing. Thank goodness for smartphones.

P. S.

I am trying out the mobile app for Blogger, so that's why Mr. Buttry's link is not hyperlinked and there's not a beautiful/goofy picture of my mommy along with my last post. Hopefully my posts will improve as I play with this app. Happy blogging, everyone!

I'm alive

So it's been awhile. And I read a Steve Buttry post (http://stevebuttry.wordpress.com/2013/07/15/advice-for-editors-check-a-job-candidates-digital-profile/) that if a journalist looking for a job isn't blogging, some employers will overlook them. Let's not let that happen. 

So playing catch up: I'm currently 1.5 classes from graduating college. Where did time go?! More on that later. I had a cyst in my wrist (I just love saying that!). Thankfully I had it removed this past Saturday. A huge thanks to my amazing mother who drove clear across the state just to drive me there and back. And take videos of me being loopy during pre-op. And take me shopping. And dress me since I'm supposed to be in a sling. Yes. Just huge kudos to all the moms out there. 

So back to college. I'm about to take the next big step of life and I'm scared out of my mind. More so than when I graduated high school and was about to start college. No more late night study sessions and cramming for tests...I am ready for the single, working life of a real job and taxes. 

Job hunting is probably the scariest thing ever. I have no idea where I will be in a month. "But that's a great feeling, Megan!" To those of you who do NOT suffer from anxiety, yes, maybe. So I am taking my mother's advice and thinking like an alcoholic: I'm living one day at a time. That sounded much better when she said it. 

Stress

http://stuffershack.com/gamecraft-the-stress-free-gm/

The title says it all...but in case you wanted a definition, here's the best I found (not counting Urban Dictionary's first posting as "a form/term of Californian weed":


The confusion caused when ones mind overrides the body’s natural desire to choke the living shit out of some asshole that desperately needs it.

I used to have stress all the time but now that I've read this I've been able to be stress free!

Yup. That pretty much says it all. So obviously I'm stressed this week. The one thing that made me smile yesterday was receiving a hand written postcard from my hair salon. I had recently gone to Utopia Salon and Day Spa. It was your basic, mass printed postcard, with my name and addressed hand written, as well as a sweet message saying thanks for coming in, call us to set up your next appt, we loved seeing you, and then the girl who I was with for that first appointment signed it! Without going into scary, sad detail about my problems, Let's just say this postcard made me smile for the first time this week. Sad, I know. But right after I smiled, I decided I needed to do something back. 

I found this blog posting on Pinterest a few weeks ago about this lady who turned her birthday into a "Pay-It-Forward Day". So I got an epiphany when I received this postcard to not only do this for my birthday next year, but an idea for my NHRI junior counselor.

Here are a few ideas from her list:

• returned grocery carts back inside the store from the parkinging
• fed parking meters
• paid for next two cars behind us at toll bridge (this one I would probably do as a drivethru restaurant instead)
• dropped off hand written thank you notes and doughnuts at the police station
• tucked happy notes in car doors at parking lots wishing people a happy day (this would probably scare some people: parking ticket! ha!)
• read a story to children in Barnes & Noble (so cute...her daughter found a little boy and read him a book, too!)

I am really looking forward to this adventure with my JC, Eliza. The whole idea behind this is that you are getting happiness through the happiness of others; this concept directly mirrors my strengths.

so the average age of getting married is 29?? hmmm...

It is weird to see the Facebook relationship status changes...don't get me wrong, I am more than happy for these great friends of mine and their new fiances. I'm just a little shocked by the average engagement age of my peers. I know a girl my age who already has three kids. Girls I met freshmen year of college are now getting engaged. Is it sad to think that the first thing you think of when you see that a 20-year-old girl getting engaged is "bet she's pregnant". Sadly, that was what I first thought of, but I am upset with myself...I am thrilled for these girls! They have found love and I wish them every happiness in the future. 

Random NHRI Journal

I truly feel that social media (I'm only Facebook--still don't understand tweeting--and probably never will!) is a huge role in determining what locus of control we are in. Before Facebook, I would make decisions based on my own thoughts, feelings, etc. Now, my life is run by Facebook. My Childs Project for NHRI is in constant contact via Facebook, I get to talk to my family in New York, California, and England, I find out about philanthropies and other fun stuff...ya. Especially with events--friends invite you in advance to something (external locus). My gmail calendar is loaded with every class, including test dates, DG events, work, interning, doctor appts, etc. My whole life is run on an external locus. I do have those rare internal moments, but I definitely feel I am mainly an external locus-er.

I got lost....not really...that's just an excuse to saying I'm lazy.

Hello my fellow reader-ians. Sadly, it seems that the Megablog has imploded into nothingness since I finished my Intro to Journalism class. AND (that's a "yes, and" dedicated to my new friend, Miss Patti Digh) I am happy to say that you should not fret because Megablog is blasting off once again.
So...to start off, I should probably tell you that if you were to pass me on the street, I probably wouldn't look the same. No, no, not that, you dirty pervert. Dun dun dun!!!! Megan Bauerle is no longer blonde...or dirty blonde...or w/e you call it.


During that nasty storm a few days ago, God reached down and tapped me on the shoulder, saying, "Megan Bauerle, kidnap your roommate, Becca Kuhlmann and go to Walmart in the middle of a tornado watch AND severe thunderstorm warning and dye your hair." So I listened.

Oh, and since I gave a little dedication to Miss Patti, I would also like to give a shout out to her partner in crime, David, and OF COURSE, my long lost twin, Megan.