Archive for June, 2008


I Hate Spiders… A Random Rant

June 25, 2008


I hate spiders. They creep me out and scare the shit out of me. Which is why I was oh so ecstatic when I woke this morning with a big, hairy one above my bed. OK… it wasn’t that big, but it was still really gross. The body was probably only the size of a nickel, but to me it seemed more like the size of the room.  At 6:32 this morning, the spider was pronounced dead. The cause of death was insect spray posioning and blunt force trauma from a Swiffer Sweeper. I was glad to finally find a use for that swiffer!



I’ve had some spider and cave cricket problems since I’ve moved in almost two years ago. Yes, i said “cave crickets”, (please see the life-like cartoon depiction below).

They are these horrible half spider/half cricket looking things that actually jump at you. Yea, fun little fellows. Look them up. My landlord seems to think that neither of these are problems. I beg to differ.

Jimmy Cricket

This spider incident is probably the last thing I needed, being that I’ve been having crazy nightmares the last few weeks. The spider was really just the 8-legged-icing on the cake. So I’d like to thank that spider, who so haphazardly entered my life this morning, for taking it upon himself to ruin what I can only imagine will be weeks of my sleep. Thanks a lot spider!



Confessions of my Misconceptions: Volume One

June 17, 2008


I decided that it was time to admit to a misconception or two that I had held prior to nursing school. I know that we’ve all held erroneous beliefs before, but I think that mine were built from my own cockiness. I’ve taken it upon myself to label this Volume One, as I have a pretty strong feeling that I will face many more misconceptions during my next three semesters of nursing school.

 Ok, so here it goes… I hope nobody holds this against me…


 I thought that Nursing School was going to be easy.


Let me start off by defending myself here; I now know that this is completely false, and I will readily correct anyone who dares to say otherwise. But, with my prior experience and innate scholastic ability (yea, I said it!), I thought Nursing School would be a breeze. Let’s face it, I had already finished my BA, and this was only an Associates… so how hard could it honestly be?

On the first day of class we were given our semester schedules; a calendar mapped out perfectly of our day to day lives throughout the next four months. It looked brutal. There was no time for introductions, reviews of syllabus, or any of the usual initial “first day” bullshit. Our first day we had both lecture and lab. The following day, we had Labs number 2 and 3, as well as lectures 2a and 2b. Looking ahead, the first exam was in three weeks, followed by a medical calculations test, and finally a skills test would be held in just over a month. Our clinical rotations in the nursing home would begin in three weeks, and after three weeks there we would begin rotations in the hospital. And so, it had begun.

After our first two days of class (we were lucky enough to have a truncated week—thanks Martin Luther King!), I realized that this wasn’t going to be quite as easy as I thought. I was already five chapters behind in readingyes FIVE… and I had hardly picked up a book in my seven years in college up to this point. I was going to need to read, because we had a weekly quiz, and our labs were geared towards what we had read. It was getting more exhausting by the minute.

Over the next few weeks I read what can only be described as a mass of text, studied my new found skills of taking blood pressure, pulse, temp (ok, that was my favorite because it was a no brainer), and studying range of motion exercises. I also needed to practice medical calculations diligently because without an 80% or above I could not pass the exam, and my math skills are anything but wonderful.

And now, a note on grades. Needing an 80% on the medical calculations wasn’t an option… it was necessity. Like most other exams and skills tests in nursing, you only get two chances. If, by some horrible fate you fail the first test and cannot score high enough on the second… well, let’s just say you’ve just read and studied your ass off for nothing, because you are officially booted from the program. No pressure though…

My other favorite part of grades was that most of them only count AGAINST you. In fact, of all of the work we had to do, very little counted towards our actual final grade. So, if you failed the medical calculations, any of the three skills tests, or had absences (more than one) in clinical, your nursing career was done. However, come grades time, not one of those grades or hours of work were credited towards your final grade. I found this nauseating… to work so hard and get nothing in return except being “allowed” to stay in the program.

There were other things that made nursing school difficult too. I would not recommend for anyone to work full-time during it, but I really have no choice. And, as I noted in a previous blog, that led to a complete lack of sleep. Having to come home and study after late night class and labs was even more difficult, and I often had to give up my work breaks to sit in the conference room and finish reading for my quiz.

My first semester of nursing school was not all bad though. I already knew a handful of my classmates, and although some were real bitches, most of them were really sweet and helpful. We definitely help each other out in class as well in the hospital. The hospital was exhausting and exhilarating all at the same time. I was always in awe to see how busy the nurses were…how much responsibility they had… and how well they handled it. I want to be just like them.

So, with risk of this getting any longer, I just want to wrap it up by saying… I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO WRONG ABOUT ANYTHING IN MY LIFE!!




A little note…

June 11, 2008

Thanks to everyone who logged on to read and show their support! More to come, i promise.


When I Grow Up… I Want to Work in Peds

June 10, 2008


Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved babies. I was three when my brother and sister were born, and my mom says that I used to love taking care of them. I always knew I wanted to work with young children when I grew up… I just didn’t know in what form. Now, at the ripe age of 27, I’ve finally decided what I want to be when I grow up.

Ok, so I haven’t decided on an EXACT discipline, but I think I may need more experience before I decide. I do know that I would like to work in either a pediatric floor, nursery, or even NICU or maternity. Anywhere babies may be… that’s my goal.


Lego Nurse

 I’ve heard it’s harder than some other specialities. For instance, my sister is a cardiac step-down nurse, which I think sounds really hard, but she says she has it easier than her friend in Peds. She told me, “In peds you need to know everything… your not just focussing on one system like you are in some other specialties”. I also have to admit, Infant CPR was daunting; Not only did it hurt my thumbs, but holding the rubber, lifeless body of a baby in my hands was scary. I wonder if I have the strength to deal with infant death.

 Another thing to consider is the parents. I know a lot of parents can be overzealous, (and for good reason- I would be as well!), but I will have to deal with that on a daily basis. And then there are the cases of the absentee parents. I don’t know HOW i’ll be able to deal with that. I just can’t imagine someone leaving their baby in the NICU for days on end. (I was going to make an analogy here “leaving it for days as though it were a ______  …but then I realized that there are very few things any of us universally leave for days on end).

ped nurse

Now that I have some focus, the hardest part is yet to come… putting it into fruition. I’m guessing that finding contacts in peds would be helpful, as well as seeking out my professors who specialize in Peds.     My Prof for Nursing 1 worked in the oncology dept in bone marrow transplant for children, but I was not able to make any contacts thru her. Perhaps it was too early for her to take me seriously. I’m sure the professors hear a lot of Nursing 1 student’s choosing specialites and changing them just as often.. but I am sure this is what I want to be when I grow up.


Lame Monday Morning; a Review in Sleep

June 9, 2008

So it’s Monday morning, after a sweltering weekend where staying inside my little one bedroom, air-conditioned apartment was all I could do the survive. My boyfriend cooked me dinner, and breakfast for that matter, and we watched random movies airing on tv. All i’ve wanted to do since classes ended was snuggle up with him and relax. I don’t know what it is… I guess i never really got to spend quality time with him while I was doing the whole school/work thing, so now I want to make up for it. I also wasn’t doing much of the SLEEP thing while I was in school, so I’ve been doing a whole lot of that too. Some people may call it lazy; I call it neccessary.


 During Nursing 1 i had a pretty rough schedule, though I’m sure it’s not half as bad as whats to come. I work from roughly 7-3 everyday, and I attend classes at night. I didn’t go home inbetween, for the most part, so my schedule was as follows : Monday 7am-8:30pm, Tuesday 7am-9:30pm, and Wednesday (clinical) 7am-11pm. When you factored in study time, travel time, ect.– well there wasn’t a whole lot of time to just relax. So i made Thurdsay my official SLEEP DAY. After work I would go home and just crash– no worries, no guilts, just me and the pillow. I needed it.

pink pillow

Now I’m finding myself not utilizing my time as well as I should be, being that I no longer have to work my ass off studying and going to classes. I don’t know what this is. Some days I come home and take a nap, and then wake up and do errands… but I just think I should be cherishing every free minute I have this summer. I’m not sure if other nursing students are going through this same thing– i hope I’m not the only one.


The first one…testing, testing 1,2

June 7, 2008

I decided to start a blog, mostly out of boredom. I work at an empty office on Saturdays answering the few phone calls that come, so I needed something to amuse me. Don’t get me wrong, during the school year this is a DREAM JOB, getting paid  to get my studying done and all, but during the summer it’s kinda painful.


The good news is that I don’t have school for the summer, so I’m free until September. The bad news is that once the school year starts up again, I’m going to have to move back in with my parents in order to cut down on work hours. I heard that Nursing 2 and 3 are really difficult, and I can’t be working the 48 hrs a week I usually do. THE MOVE IS ONLY TEMPORARY…and i have to keep telling myself that so I am able to make it through the next year!