when I go out in the afternoon, the heat and dehydration leave me dazed, everything looks so bright and glaring that I can’t see properly. I frown, imagining the wrinkles I’ll get. I hate going out in the afternoon, I hate the sun, I hate sweating, and I hate the taste of blood.
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But now with it not working out, I looked further into different programs and shadowed a L&D nurse and fell in love with it. I want to go to school to get an