WHO? CDC? UN?

So, I know I've mentioned these organizations before...perhaps even in this blog, but I pursued different aspirations (as usual) and set these to the side. I'm once again attempting to aim my life in a direction I can sustain and I'm revisiting these organizations.

I'm trying not to make it too public (because of the many, many career path changes), but almost no one reads this blog, so I feel it okay to expound on this idea.

So, what happened to criminal justice? Nursing? Social Work?
Criminal Justice: I still love criminal justice and forensic science, and that won't ever leave. However, I am concerned with the dwindling civilian crime scene tech positions. I am also concerned with the job necessitating the need to live in dangerous areas = no crime, no crime scene techs. I don't want to worry about my family or my home while I'm away. No job is worth the welfare of my family. Lastly, there aren't any programs around here that would qualify me enough to give me job stability. Sure, UVU has a forensic science program, but it requires calculus, physics, and chemistry. Weber's forensic science emphasis is doable, but it isn't a bachelors in science. They'll gladly take biology majors over that.

Nursing: I really enjoyed learning about first aid, pathophysiology, and disease, but practicing in the field was not what I expected. I cried the night before each of my clinicals out of fear. Oh yeah, I have GAD. I don't know why I thought I'd be okay, but I wanted to be. I liked helping people out. I especially enjoyed feeding and bathing the patients, but I was scared the whole time. Light-headed and nervous. In fact, I had a panic attack on the first day when I realized I was alone, and I left. Less importantly, I realized that I didn't like the atmosphere of people dying. They're decaying. They're miserable. There was nothing I could do to fix that. I did not like being helpless. All that iced with the sue-happy attitudes I noticed was enough to turn me off.

Social Work: See previous post. In short, I can't risk what mental health I have. I want to be a happy person and being helpless, seeing the worst in society, and risking injury all the time is not conducive to that.

Despite ultimately dropping my nursing path, I did learn a lot and I am grateful for what I learned. I am most grateful for my CPR certification.Yet, though one door closed, another opened. My teacher had this soap box about the medicine industry that he stood on many times. A nurse said that medicine is all about money. Medicine focuses on treatments, not cures. He gave a couple of modern examples, but I decided to look into this myself. Turns out, he was right. Not only that, politics play a very big role (for some reason) in people getting these treatments! My eyes were opened to this hidden side of the medical field that I hadn't even considered before.

Anyway, I became really excited about overthrowing this whole operation. The option of good health is a human right to me, and it shouldn't be man-handled by politics or society. I want to help fight HIV/AIDS, teach sex education, and make contraception available where it needs to be. There is so much more, but I can't possibly list everything without going on tangents or ranting.