before you fall in love with me, let me tell you that I smoke too many cigarettes, and I would rather watch the moon on a Saturday night than go out and get drunk at expensive bars with people that don’t give a damn about me. let me tell you that I am yesterday’s paper throw in the garbage, unread. I am not a romantic midnight walk down by the park, or everlasting roses that never wilt. I am not a gracious ocean, but rather a humid, filthy swamp. so before you fall in love with me, run.
reading about urologic disorders while drinking a pot of coffee is not the best choice…I imagine Tuesday going something like this, “Yes, I know I was supposed to come prepared and have read all about pee, but you see I kept having to pee every 5 minutes, so it just seemed easier to not read.”
A group of us from my nursing program are walking the March for Dimes. We have to do a community service project for school and this is not only a great cause but we are also covering all of this in OB right now!
How could I forget!? The best part of nursing school at the moment (besides my obvious domination) is that three local fire departments are currently taking the paramedic class. So for the next 6 months until graduation, I get to look at cute firefighters every day on break. So also on the agenda for today: master a really good fake passing out scenario. Preferably one that requires mouth to mouth resuscitation.
Ok. Done and done. So before we can go back to clinicals this semester we have to recheck off on all previously learned skills and if you mess up, you get 5 points off your clinical grade and have to come back and redo it. Yesterday was med administration, iv, phlebotomy, and NGT insertion and feeding. In theory it doesn’t sound that bad, in reality - it’s way bad. As soon as the instructor calls my name and I walk into lab, I develop Parkinson’s and start shaking like a leaf on a tree- when today was all the sterile field checkoffs, that is never good. Needless to say, wound care, catheter, and trach care and suction were all passed and with ten minutes to spare (we had 30 min for all).
But of course it didn’t just go perfectly - this is nursing school, if something can go wrong it will. I choose to do wound care first because I figured that would take the longest, then cath, then trach. So I’m cathing and I go to test my balloon and it fills up just as nice as you like and then somehow my syringe falls off, with the balloon still inflated. At this point every four letter word in the book runs through my brain, b/c my left hand is holding my mannequin and not sterile, and my right hand has to somehow reattach the syringe to the tubing (oh by the way, I am left handed, but all the stations were set up for right handed ppl.) Well, that took two min and some creative thinking, but we got past it. So after that I’m thinking nothing else can go wrong. Well, the rest of the cath went well, trach suction - no problem, and all I have to do is trach care. So I take out the trach and I am cleaning it and I go back to put it back in and there is this really long piece of hair hanging off the “sterile” part of the trach. I have my hair in a bun - I don’t know how in the hell it got there. At this point, I look up at my instructor and say “Uh, I’m going to need you to take off that hair…and pretend it was never there.” Pass.
So I still have a 100 for my clinical grade and next week I just have head to toe assessment and documentation check offs, which shouldn’t be horrible. So time to put on my pajamas and do OB, pharm, and some MedSurg all day. Oh yea, and facebook.
So day three of the semester is over. The first week of classes for the semester is over (tomorrow is open lab/practice skills on your own day). I am already completely overwhelmed, exhausted, and have a million of pages to read in like 7 different books, two tests on Mon., and the list goes on. Needless to say, I got a 100 on my med calc test and IV’s are pretty awesome and I can’t wait to do one on a real person. Volunteers are welcome.
While this semester is proving to be a complete b****, I have been keeping up with working out, so that’s a positive. I have a feeling I will need every stress reliever in the book to get through this semester. So if this blog becomes my own personal venting site where I complain, rant, and rail against nursing school, I apologize. I do love nursing and I can’t wait to graduate - it just doesn’t make the process any less horrible!