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Thankful Thursday

1. Puzzle time- My mom, sister and I have worked three puzzles over the last four days. We are just puzzle masters! :) I've loved having this time with my family to sit down and accomplish a goal. Honestly, we aren't even talking half the time because we are so focused on working the puzzle, but that's totally fine. For me, quality time doesn't always have to involve constant conversation; the silence is sometimes just as beautiful. Granted, none of the puzzles we have worked have been incredibly difficult (they've all been 500-piece puzzles), but we're working our way up into the more difficult ones.

2. Work- I have truly enjoyed work these past couple of weeks. My volunteering at a speech-pathology clinic confirms to me that I want to be a speech-pathologist. I want to help people regain or learn communication skills, building from the ground up. I want to take on that challenge! I know with speech-pathology, no two cases are exactly identical. I think that's so cool and a perfect occupation for me! I cannot wait to learn more about speech-pathology as I continue my schooling.

3. Zofran- If you've ever been nauseous and taken Zofran, you know what a great medicine this is. Zofran is an anti-nausea medication and has been pretty effective in controlling my issues with IV medications. Although it doesn't get rid of my nausea completely, it does significantly reduce the lovely side effects of the IV medicines. I do not know what I would do without Zofran these last few hospitalizations. Thank you, drug companies that made it!!


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