I wish I could say that going back to registered nursing (RN) school "late in life" is glamorous, heroic, or even inspiring. It's not. It's brutal and insulting; it's a stream of constant conflict over the desire to roll my eyes, laugh hysterically, swear out loud, or slash tires.
But I have found myself and possibly my calling. However, I'm old and now have to ensure that I live long enough to make my student loan debt worthwhile. I should cut back on whiskey and Diet Coke. I don't know if I can. Fuck me.