Stereotypical

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Stamp of Approval

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While running around grabbing supplies, I pinched my finger between two doors.

Yeah… don’t think I’m ready to do that kind of case on my own.

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February 18, 2011 at 16:37

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Too Focused

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I said I would only stay at the library for an hour. I have a family thing at 8:00.

I said I would make it.

Well, it’s almost 9:00 and the library is about to close up.

Whoops. This is what happens when I decide to completely change my presentation last minute. And what is up with finally finding all the information on my topic that I’ve been searching for?!?

Stressed out? Check. Procrastination? In full effect.

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March 18, 2010 at 20:51

Slightly Green

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Today is Match Day.

If you didn’t know, this is the day that medical students both dream and fear. During their fourth and final year in medical school, Match Day is when they find out if they were accepted to a residency program… thereby “matching.”

For those who match, it really is a joyous time- all that hard work is finally paying off and two days are what stand in the way before finding out which program has offered an acceptance.

Those who don’t match, not only is it a blow to the ego… but it leaves you in panic mode, and the next two days become a crazed scramble to find… something.

I’m no longer on that path, and for the most part I’m okay with that. However, it’s days like this that make me think “what if?” and wonder if I made the right decision.

I’m pretty sure I did. This accelerated program is insane… and this is only for 12 months. Imagine if I attempted four years of medical school. I could have very well have had a nervous breakdown. Or have been kicked out because honestly, I can’t be serious. I always find distractions to keep me from doing what needs to be done.

Anyways, congrats to all of you who matched today. And good luck to those of you who didn’t. In the end you’re getting what you want. You’ll be physicians, and you’ll be seeing the likes of me out in the hospital this summer.

This should be fun.

Written by stereotypicalone

March 15, 2010 at 14:47

And It Begins Again

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Yesterday we had our first class of the semester. Med Surg 2. I am closing in on graduation, with really only this class (the others I hear are a cake walk) standing in my way. In my usual fashion, I strolled in late. Sat in the back, and tried my best to pay attention to the lecture. Not too bad, but I had the feeling I would really have to study this time around.

Today should have been a clinical day, but instead we all met at school to get our hospital orientations… again. Considering we keep going back to the same hospitals, why do this again? Well, it seems that the hospital I will be at for the next month has changed their orientation for student nurses. And… their presentation is based on one that was presented by a student from last year’s class. Go ABSN.

I’m going back to the ICU. Pretty happy about that, I really dislike the medical floors. I need that constant, move from one thing to the next that I would expect in a unit such as the ICU. In reality, I’m sure that I’ll have a lot of down time. I am after all, just a nursing student. I am limited in what I can do, and what I can do is always supervised. It can be frustrating at times, because you get the feeling that you’re really not doing anything. But I see their point- I can totally screw up and they would have to deal with it.

The group I’m in seems pretty good- pretty much the top of the class… and me. I truly feel like the weakest link in the group, and I hope I don’t screw up. SO thinks I’m crazy to think that way, and constantly reminds me of how most of the class usually turns to me when it comes to schoolwork. I think they’re nuts, I really have no clue what I’m doing. If anything, it’s the all those science classes I’ve taken over the years that are somehow eeking out of my brain. But really… I have no clue what I’m doing.

After letting them sit on the floor of my bedroom for the last two months, I’ve finally put my uniforms into the wash. I also bought a new pair of shoes for clinical, I can’t take those nursing shoes anymore. Nursing Mates kill your feet, and they’re supposed to do the opposite. I decided to get one of those exercise shoes, think MBT/Sketches/Dr. Scholl’s. There are so many brands out there hawking their take on the shoe, so you should find something in your price range. On my last rotation, Psych, all the nurses wore them and kept going on and on about how wonderful they are during the shift. Unlike Danskos (which I would rather wear), the is little chance you’ll turn your ankles on these. They take some getting used to, because you feel like you’re going to fall backwards. But it’s supposed to help with your posture, and give your a good workout. Considering I’m on my feet most of the day, it should be a crazy good workout.

With that done, I’m off to do some studying. I really am. I have motivation again.

Written by stereotypicalone

January 20, 2010 at 13:50

Take Note

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When you are cleaning out your patient’s puke bucket in the bathroom, make sure you shut the door to spare those walking by of the smell. Also, try to muffle the gagging noises as you measure the emesis, note the color, dump and then clean everything. The patient probably didn’t hear, but it’s still not nice.

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October 6, 2009 at 20:15

A Quick Word on Med-Surg 1

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I think it’s a lot more about making good guesses than studying everything.

After the last month of doing hardly anything, going back to the old structure of learning proved to be difficult. My head is so not into it right now, and I find that I have to push myself to study. Our first test was on Musculoskeletal and Immune systems. I flew through the MS stuff, but I started to lose focus with the immune system. It was just so many numbers to remember and drugs and which tests to watch for… I finally said screw it. I walked into that test knowing the answers to less than half of them, and guessing on all the rest.

Woohoo! Passed!

The second exam, which covered Cardiovascular and GI, was more of the same- forcing myself to study only to give up the weekend before the test. Answered what I definitely knew… guessed on all the rest.

Woohoo! Pass #2!

This does not mean I will the very same for exam three. I got out of clinical extra early today, so perhaps it would be a good idea to knock out the first half of the info for the test. Everyone else in my clinical group seems to do that- keep their notes under the patient’s chart and study study study.

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October 6, 2009 at 13:16

My Diagnosis

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Stress related to insanity of ABSN program as evidenced by crying, muttering to nobody in particular, and a general “gloom and doom” disposition.

Not exactly NANDA appropriate, but that is how I’ve been the last few weeks.

Compared to my other classes, these last few weeks have been a breeze. Classes later in the day, no clinicals, no real studying, weekends free. As easy going as it was, this week alone has truly started to freak me out.

Me. The one who gave the presentation on how we shouldn’t stress or we’ll end up burning out. I did well on the presentation, by the way. For throwing something together rather quickly, I think it was one of the more enjoyable presentations given.

The paper, same thing- very quickly thrown together… but I have no idea how I did on it.

The exam. Oh, that exam. Yes, I’ve written on here how I thought I failed a test. But this time I am pretty darn sure that I did bad on it. And I’m not the only one… everyone I talked to when I left that classroom felt the same exact way. That test was completely out of the blue, and I hope they curve that sucker.

This was for our Nursing Concepts class. The professors teaching it were nice and all… but they didn’t teach Sure, they kinda covered the first eight chapters, but it wasn’t teaching. We discussed for the most part. The chapters after that were done by everyone in the class, and that was it. There was no input after each presentation by the professor to supplement what was presented. It was just present… any questions? Next chapter.

There was no guidance whatsoever… and I hope they aren’t shocked to see that we didn’t do as great as they thought we should.

Moving on… nothing I can do about that class now.

I have my Health Assessment Practicum tomorrow. I’m a litle concerned about it because I have to do a head-to-toe assessment and make sure I hit all the necessary tests. Not to mention what I’m doing as I’m doing it and to explain why each part of the assessment is important. My partner and I have been working on it, but we never able to completely go through a full assessment. Right now I’m going through Youtube videos to help me how I should plan it out.

Deep breath.

I can’t wait until Med-Surg now.

Written by stereotypicalone

September 16, 2009 at 16:17