I have been having a dose of the fear, of late. Perhaps it is in part to blame for my lackadasical, prevaricatious approach to sending off my CRNBC forms. While I want to move to Canada, I want out of this dismal, depressing country, and would like to go to a country where they perhaps value nurses, healthcare and public servants a little more than they do here, it’s a big, scary step.
Seriously.
I’ve lived all over England (I did say ‘all over the UK, but that’s blatantly not true, I’ve only lived in England (indeed the statement ‘all over England’ is perhaps overgenerous, I’ve never lived North of the Midlands)), but England’s small enough that within a day you can traverse it end-to-end. I’ve never been further than that from people I know and care about. Never been further than that away from my family.
While I didn’t see them for weeks, months on end when I lived with she who must not be named I knew they were there. And now I’m moving thousands of miles away, where seeing them is a premeditated, planned decision. It’s weird to think about. And scary.
But I have finally spent the time today copying the forms I need to send off, and I have the piece of paper I need to hand in at work for a reference. I’ve contacted my university for a clarification on the issue of the Transcript. I’ve requested the paperwork from the NMC. It’s all in progress now. Well, it’ll be more in progress when I have an envelope to send the stuff to Canada in. I was meant to get up and do that today, but I’ve spent the day being incredibly lazy*, which is incredibly bad of me.
Some days I suck at getting things done.
Anyhow.
*I’m not entirely sure how I spent my day, objectively the time I spent not doing anything must have been huge, because the only three specific things I did were persuade the fax-copier to do a copy of 12 pages (took a surprising amount of time), baked bread and watched Micro Men** and Spiderman 3.
** Faintly depressing despite being very funny. How the UK squandered it’s huge lead in computing.
