Two Weeks

Two weeks from today will mark the first day of freedom after the first year of Nursing school.  You have no idea just how good it feels to say that.  And just how hard it is to concentrate on anything but that.  Three more clinical days.  One more exam.  Freedom.

So, outside of the millions of pages I seem to have read in the last ten months, here are a few things I’ve learned about Nursing.

-The hardest thing about it is trying to keep an emotional distance from your patients.

-Everyone says that comes with time, but I already feel my skin becoming tougher.

-There are good and bad days.

-Days where you can’t help but smile, and days where you feel like crying.

-Days where you feel like giving up because nothing is going right.

-Days where you feel like every minute was worth the journey.

-Hospitalized patients have the right to be grumpy, and you can’t let it get you down.

-But it’s the ones that smile that really make your day.

-Seeing a baby being born was the most magical thing I’ve ever seen.

-Holding and caring for a newborn was the second best.

-There are some exceptionally strange people out there.

-It’s very difficult caring for sick children.

I could go on and on, telling you tales of what I’ve seen, done, and learned, but I’ll save it.  You probably don’t want to hear about a lot of it though.

‘Til next time!

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Hi.

Just thought you’d like to know that I am still alive and kicking.  As much as one overworked, overloaded and sleep deprived nursing student can be, I suppose.  Okay, a little exaggeration there, sorry.  It really isn’t that bad.  I will say that the first semester (AKA, the semester that almost derailed my decade long journey through college) WAS that bad.  But, I’m assuming that you’ve already guessed that I did make it out alive.

I can’t say that it’s gotten any easier, but I suppose as I cram more and more knowledge into my brain and add to that mountain of clinical hours I have to complete, it takes off a bit of the stress.  I got through my surgical rotation and am now working in labor and delivery.  But that’s just clinical.  Do you want to hear about the lecture portion of the class?  Try taking six exams in six weeks.  With each exam covering roughly ten to fifteen chapters.  Six. Weeks. Six. Exams.

Are you tired of hearing me whine yet?  I’m kinda tired of whining.  Hence, end of whining spree.

So, what else has been going on in my world, you ask?  Here’s a preview.

My dependable little Saturn finally saw its last day in December.  Courtesy of someone pulling out in front of Derek.  Everyone was okay, minus the fractured sternum Derek nursed for a few weeks after that, but the little coupe just didn’t make it.

I would show you some pictures of the house, and the little bit of progress made while I was on “blog vacation”, except I’m pretty sure the damage is quite similar to that of a tornado paying us a quick in and out visit.  Changing some of the rooms around, some new furniture, you know, just a little bit of this and that.  Those perpetual ‘this and that’s’ of our lives, what would I do without them?

We went to Florida while I was on spring break, and spend most of our two weeks hanging out with our niece and nephew, who we only get to see a few times a year.  There may have been a little jumping out of a plane at 13,000 feet in there as well.

I briefly looked at that first picture and wondered just what was going through my head at that time to give me such a look, but then I remembered what had been going through my head up until the second I jumped from that plane.  What the heck am I doing here?  Except maybe with a different word.  Or two.

And you know what?  I loved it.  L.O.V.E.D. it.  I really wish I could just hire  a full time skydiving team, because I swear it’s better than that first sip of coffee in the morning.  Those four or five minutes when there was nothing but sky around me was one of the best feelings I’ve ever felt.  And if I could, I would bottle it up and give it to everyone.  There is absolutely nothing to worry about.  Well, except maybe pulling that little cord that will hopefully bring you back to reality safely, but that’s what the other guy was for, right?

And me?  You know the little worry bug, daughter of, well, big worry bug?  I didn’t even think about that chute, or any of the things that could possibly go wrong because I was too awed.  Now that’s one way to clear your head.  Never mind all that meditation stuff, and just go skydiving.

And that’s all the time I’ve got today.  I’m beginning to feel guilty because my maternal-child book has been closed for a few hours.  It doesn’t get much rest these days, so I must go give it a little company.

Until next time! (Which I’ll try to make a little sooner than 6 months, okay?)

A step in the right direction

Do you ever have that feeling that something just isn’t real?

That’s how I’ve felt about going into this Nursing program up until now.

I received a thick packet of papers in the mail yesterday with requirements up the wazoo that need to be completed in the next month.  It feels like I am signing my life over to this school, and I am finally realizing that I pretty much am.

Okay, not really.  It’s a big step, and I am finally coming face to face with that fact.  Up until now, it’s just been something lingering on the outskirts of everything else that is going on.  Which, when added to THAT list, it is now the size of a small country.

I’m not complaining, I’m just a bit overwhelmed at the moment.  I will be taking classes both spring and summer, and will only get a couple of weeks off before starting up in September.

I have tests and immunizations that need to be done, orientations to attend, booklets, rules and regulations to read, CPR licensure to complete, drug testing, a criminal background check to be done, and advisors to meet with.

But, in the end, I realize that I’ve been waiting for this time to come for a long time.  It’s finally here, and it’s finally real.

I am in a bit of a rush right now, but I am going to try to come around here more often.  I do have plenty to talk about.

Blame the yard

Well, we didn’t get the house.  I’m not losing any sleep over it.  We are putting an offer in on another one tomorrow.  This particluar one, we actually saw a few weeks ago, but were too enthralled with the first one to notice this one for what it really was. 

So anyway, the house we are offering on has a lot of potential.  The key word there is potential.  It’s very small, no basement, and it needs some work.  On the other hand, it sits on over an acre, is very charming, and it’s a brick ranch.  The location probably couldn’t get any better.  So, once again, cross your fingers!

In other news, Derek passed the state exam, so he is now a licensed EMT.  Woo-Hoo!!  He hopes to work one day a week somewhere while he goes through the rest of the program to become a Paramedic.  He did his clinicals through a local ambulance company, and they told him to apply there once he was licensed.  So, that’s the plan!

Update

I got another letter yesterday, I’ve officially been moved up to the Fall 2009 Nursing class!!  Now, it’s only a year and a half to wait!

I’m in!

I got a letter of acceptance into the Nursing program yesterday.  For 2010. I am automatically listed as an alternative for the 2009 program. (After Meg commented, I had to add that I am not hoping people drop out, it just said in the letter that the reason I was considered an alternative was because people often change schools or change their mind during the waiting period.) So, let’s just hope that enough people change their minds and I get into the 2009 program. We could really put our hopes high, and hope that enough people change and I get in this fall.  I highly doubt that is going to happen. If not, it will be two to three years.  What am I going to do for three years?  I could basically get another degree in that amount of time.  Another upside it that the college I attend is building a brand new biomedical building, scheduled to open this fall.  If that goes on as scheduled, it is supposed to enlarge the class size for any medical related classes.  Cross your fingers. 

I go back to school tonight. I am looking forward to it.  I have a feeling it’s going to be a tough semester.  But then again, I am not even IN the program yet, so I really shouldn’t talk.  I don’t have it bad at all.  I could be like another completely crazy person (perhaps my husband), and take one class that almost equals three times the amount of work from my measly class.  On top of that, he has to volunteer somewhere around 50-60 hours outside of class.  Oh yeah, and we both still work full time.  It should be an interesting semester, so if I disappear for awhile, don’t send a search party.  I will simply be frying my brain, or helping him fry his. 

Got ‘er done

Well, the semester is officially over. What a relief. I hadn’t realized just how much pressure it was putting on me until I walked out of there last night.  I just felt…..better, there is no other way to describe it.  Being the class that was required for me to apply to the Nursing progam, I know that was part of it too.  Now, I just have to sit back and wait, and take the other couple of classes that are required before the program, that is.

Over the years, going through the different majors, and realizing it wasn’t for me was the easy part. If I’d known it was going to be like this once I chose something, I would have just kept on changing. Just kidding, I know this is it. In a sense, I am glad I didn’t figure it out until I was a little older. I’ve got an entirely different respect for school and grades than I did when I was younger. Being the anal retentive middle child that I am, I tend to obsess over my grades a bit. I see nothing wrong with this, especially if I choose to become one of these someday. Being older has allowed me to know myself better, because if you know me, you’d know that I was basically a completely different person many years ago.  I just needed to grow up, and I’ve definitely accomplished that!  But, it has also put off starting a family. That was always something I’d wanted to do before I turned 30, hopefully that will still happen. Since I chose nursing, I’ve always planned on continuing on with a masters.

I always had big dreams for the times before I started my family. Of course then, I wasn’t married and I didn’t worry about what I’d be doing for the rest of my life. I was going to move down to Florida, and become a Marine Biologist, I don’t know what happened with that. Oh yeah, I met my husband. So, I stayed, and from then on, everything changed. I did get to travel to California a few years later, where I became engaged. That’s a cute story, maybe I’ll tell it another time. Then I got a husband, a mortgage, two dogs, a horse, and suddenly, what I was going to do for the rest of my life really mattered. So, here I am. I think everything worked out just perfectly.  

Now that I am free from the wrath of anatomy and physiology, what am I going to do with all my newfound freedom?  Tonight, we are having a family holiday gathering at my parents house, this weekend I am catching up on housework, and then going to the farm.  Next week, I am preparing for vacation.  Sounds like a blast, I know!! 

Happy Friday!

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