This is where I usually write something outlandish, but this my super-official website, so I'll attempt non-fiction.
I'm a nurse anesthetist (CRNA), and if you read my blog/twitter/facebook, you'll find that I sometimes talk about anesthesia. I put people to sleep for surgery and keep them alive until it's over. I place labor epidurals and spinals for c-sections. My patients come in all sizes, from the fragile elderly, to tiny babies. When something goes wrong in the operating room, I'm right there in the middle of it. I manage airways, intubate people, run the ventilator, place arterial and central lines, and manage patients' blood pressure and pain with powerful medications. I handle narcotics and paralytics on a daily basis. I see life and death and unusual illnesses. People put their lives in my hands. I have an interesting job.
However, I pursued anesthesia partially because I believed that it was compatible with writing fiction. I love science, and I love stories. I finished my first novel when I was 15, and I never stopped writing throughout college, high school, and years of higher education.
My quest for a career compatible with writing led me to many places. In college, I majored in Biology and English. I was never happy unless I had one foot in the arts and the other in the sciences. I got into Purdue's veterinary program and spent a semester there before deciding that I wouldn't be happy as a veterinarian. I got half a literature masters at the University of Alabama. I tried teaching high school chemistry. Finally, I settled on nursing. I got my BSN from the University of Florida, worked in an ICU in Oregon, and then applied to anesthesia school in Portland. Two and half years (of brutal work) later, I had a masters degree. I passed my boards, and became a CRNA in January, 2010. And I was still writing books.
I have two jobs. I love them both.