Nursing Nonsense :: Week Five

Yesterday, I started week number

But first, I will give you a quick recap of week FOUR.

I had one root canal round 2. NOT NEARLY AS BAD,

felt more like a bruise.

Just like the doctor said it would.

I made brownies, multiple of nights.

YUMMY. then added a little ice cream of course.

I applied for graduation, and was given order forms

to purchase our nursing pins.

(We have a pinning ceremony, along with graduation)

I think I want to be pinned with

miss Minnie.

Miss Minnie (who hangs with the Bullet all day,

in other words, on my car) was frozen most of the week.

It was MIGHTY chilly around these parts.

I managed to throw my notecards, on accident of course,

while climbing the stairs to my room.

AND I diligently studied for my FIRST test.
Grades still are not posted yet.

So we are still waiting on that.

AND TODAY, day 2 of week 5, I had clinicals on a regular

Medical-Surgical Unit. Don't you just love the green?
I promise, they are way better than the

white we once had to wear.

tomorrow, I DO NOT HAVE CLASS.

the joy in that is AMAZING.

I think I might sleep in.

HAPPY TUESDAY.

Sorry for the lost length of time in between these last posts.

I have barely had time to wrap my head around

everything that is going on.

But I am thankful.

Everybody's Doing It...

My wish for 2011.

one:: On may 10th to become a nurse, and celebrate Ryleigh's third birthday of course. I'm anxious, excited, nervous, terrified, and extremely hopeful... About the graduation. I'm excited my niece will be 3, just can't believe it. Time sure does fly.

two:: To read the entire Bible. I think I'll do the this.

three:: I want to pray every single day.

four:: find a new church. I must admit ever since my church closed in may, I haven't been very much. I just want to find a church that fits me.

five:: I wish to exercise more. Isn't that most people's wishes? Seriously, it must happen. People weren't kidding when they said you stop growing taller when you get older, you just grow wider.

six:: Maybe I'll eat less fatty foods in the process.

seven:: More time for me and my little girl, Tallulah. Because she is getting older, and one day I might not have her, and that breaks my heart.

eight:: I will spend more time with my friends, after graduation of course. I don't know how much time I won't have come January 10th, but I'll make the most of what I have. I need my friends.

nine:: I wish to do for me. So many times we give give give for others, and forget that we must be happy first. I don't know how someone can please someone else until they are happy with themselves. After all, no one will be happy in the end. So I must do a little something for myself first. Selfish? I think, IMPERATIVE!

ten:: I will choose my battles more wisely, because you can't take back words already spoken.

eleven:: I wish to be more thankful, and count my blessings more often than I do.

and one to grow on:: TO keep my car more clean. The bullet needs lovin' too.

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I can't believe 2010 is one day away from being over.
Even though 2011 is an ODD number, I am SURE it will be anything but.
I CAN'T WAIT! 

It's my party life and Ill cry if I want to.

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I'm over driving 40+ miles back and forth almost every single day. I'm over this whole school thing. I'm just over it. For someone who despises driving as much as I do, it is rather ironic that I made the decision to move home, and make the long i-459 until it changes into i-59 drive way too many times. The drive is draining. Its long, and I can only sing and talk to myself for so very long, until the voices start talking back. Okay there aren't any voices, just mine, and I do talk to myself. On occasions of course. But to see the long road ahead of me in the distance, and never feeling any closer to my destination is rather disheartening. Its frightening to say the least. Its a lot like my journey through school as well. I was almost there, then a major road block derailed that. But we all know that story. I waited, sometimes not so patiently, refilled up the gas tank, and started on the long journey one final time. The journey for school, not the one to school. I still trek that journey a lot, and will continue to do so until may10,2011. I'm not going to all of sudden just love driving. I have never liked it, never will like it, and would just rather have a magic wand that taps me to my next destination. Problem solved, there is my million dollar idea. Too bad I don't have time for any extra ideas.

Okay I get I'm throwing myself a minor pity party, but once I vent, I shall be fine. And I know, why don't I just stay with friends down near school? Well I could, and I have. There is just something about the comfort of your own bed that makes the long drive a little bit worth it. I'm just a homebody. Always have been. Not that I'm not comfortable anywhere else. Its just I want to feel like I'm somewhere that feels like home. That warm, throw some fuzzy socks on, grab a blanket, and lounge on the couch, with no worries, no interruptions during my favorite tv shows, and no passing over into my personal space bubble kind of feeling. I'm sure you all know the feeling. But really, I can't wait to call my own place home. Ever since we have moved out of the house we grew up in, I've been quite the little nomad. That's okay, I don't mind. Let's set this record straight first: I am beyond grateful I have a roof over my head as some don't. I'm very grateful to have heat and a/c because some don't. I'm very thankful I have a nice and comfy bed with bright pink sheets, because some don't. And I'm very thankful for my parents who make the dreams a reality. All I'm saying is I want to feel like I'm at home, not at someone's house that ill move out of in the next year or two. Just saying, I'm looking forward to making a home for myself. I already have the warm fuzzy socks and all. So here is my pity party. But just so you know, I completely understand that how my life has turned out, and where I am at right this very minute was all based on the decisions I have made. I may never be okay with some of those decisions but I am slowly learning to deal with it like a big girl. I always say I can't wait to start my journey, but it has already began, a very long time ago. And it can be taken away very fast, as proven in another tragic accident in my home town. They need your prayers, and not my pity party. Because someone is always going through something a little bit harder than we are.

oh Monday

Terms to know:
Clinicals: those are days when we nursing students go to the hospital, and get to almost be the nurses. We have 1 patient, and do total care for that one. Its pretty exciting. No really, I love clinicals for the most part.
Clinical Paperwork: well there is always a bad to a good. And this is the bad, only because it takes a lot of time. See, nurses do care plans. That's where we give our "nursing diagnoses." No, no medical ones, like stroke, asthma, the flu, etc etc. Ours are more like this: say the doctor diagnosed you with the flu or pneumonia. We would give a diagnosis of "impaired breathing pattern related to pain, as evidenced by crackles on the lungs, and shortness of breath." We then set goals, interventions, blah blah, blah. It is about as much fun as watching paint dry.

Okay, so the only good thing about this monday, is the Christmas music on the radio. Yes, they are playing Christmas music ALL the TIME, and I LOVE IT. I love Christmas. Sure the gifts are fun, but I love the decorations, could sit and stare at the trees and ornaments FOREVER, go googled eyed over all the lights, and can't get enough greenbean casserole and honey baked ham. 

The cruchies on top are AMAZING.

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okay so we all know about last monday. 

The bullet got into a fight with a curb and resulted in a new tire. 

Well what is on this monday's agenda, besides raining non-stop?

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One 40+ mile trip to school for a fun filled class of cardiac. One brain fart to remember that I have forgotten my clinical paperwork, back at home 40+ miles in the opposite direction. One HOLY CRAP moment. One U-turn. One 40+ mile trip back to get the forgotten paperwork. One potty and refill on the gas break. And one final trip back to school to drop off this sacred paperwork. Phew. Let's not forget I will have to make this drive one more time today to go home. One more time tomorrow. One more time Wednesday. And one final time Thursday. But I'm not complaining. No, no complaining here. Because Thanksgiving is next week.  
Which means just one more clinical day after that, 
then one test and one final before Christmas break!

Happy Monday.

hello tuesday.

you surely are better than my monday.
one bullet (the yaris) + one curb + one turn of the head =
one hole in the tire & one bent rim & one sad little girl.
which all gets me a brand spankin new tire all thanks
to my amazing, forgiving, understanding, caring, loving
DADDY.

a little rage on the road.

Call me crazy, but some people shouldn't be allowed on the roads.
Mr. 18 wheeler, I can not, cannot merge on highway 65 going 45. If you didn't notice, the other cars aren't going 45, and considering that is where we are supposed to be....speed it up or get it out of my way. I know you are doing your best to look at every girl in the cars below you, but if you stayed in your lane, which should never consist of the fast lane, you would be just fine.
Mr. Dumptruck, the stuff flying out of your car is hazardous to my vision, my windows, and my little bullet all together. Not to mention, you are littering. That's a fine buddy.
Mr. Policeman hiding behind the median. If we raised the speed limit by 10 miles per hour or so I would be just fine and you probably wouldn't have to hide there all day. And somedays I wish you had something better to do, then sit and wait. I mean, doesn't it get boring?
Mr. Driver of the speed limit in the left hand lane, MOVE out of my way. No really, you clearly see me in your rearview mirror, so move it or lose it!
Mr. Drive under the speed limit in the left hand lane, MOVE! By the way, that should be illegal!!! The sign clearly says 70, not 65, so move. I've got people to see and places to be. If not, I wouldn't be driving. I hate driving. I remember though, I just couldn't wait to start driving, I begged and begged each time I got in the car to whoever to let me drive. Man, times have changed. It is such an inconvenience. A nuisance. Gah I don't like driving.
Mr. Get on your cell phone and forget you are operating a vehicle. Hello, there are other people on the road who need to be somewhere, not to mention we kinda like being alive. I know, I know, sometimes I use my cell phone, but I am still very aware of surroundings and I will not hog the lanes unless you deserve it ;) .
Oh, Mr. Blocker of the median. See, a long time ago we went to this little place called elementary school. And in that school we learned to read. So clearly when a sign says one thing, we should do the exact opposite. Or I am sure if you pull up any further on someone's tail in that intersection they are going to magically go further. They will however move forward if you get any darn closer, because your front end will be shoved into their rear!! But that sign on the sign on the side of the road that reads "do not block median" does not give you any right to pull up just enough so someone can't turn in or pull out. Thank you for the convenience of pulling up just enough to make me unhappy. Well, as you can kinda see, I'm definitely a warrior of the road, probably why my bullet and I get along so well. He is small, and moves fast and rather swift. I get it that most people find him unattractive and odd but he is my love. My bullet love.

this is on top of my bullet. its in rememberance of my minnie, the vw. :)