Friday, October 24, 2014
This morning is the last day of week nine.
Things are going somewhat well. I did poorly on a Med/Surg test last week, but I was one of 10% of the class who scored 100% on the dosage calc, so it wasn't all bad. Meeting now for more study groups.
I need to get into the habit of doing my patient reports immediately when I get home from clinicals. This is difficult because at that point, I'm so exhausted.
Mental Health is a hideous gauntlet, and that's all I'm going to say about that. I wish I'd have a semester where I didn't feel like I'm in danger of not passing something, but I guess that feeling of peril is what makes nursing school so notoriously difficult.
Oh well, seven weeks to go!
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Sunday, Puppy Sunday: early to bed
The pups believe that if it's dark outside, all decent folk are already settled in for a long night's snooze. They tolerate me, anyway, but after dark, they always get a head start on the sleepings, sweet little darlings that they are!
Friday, October 17, 2014
Moar puppy action
The pups basking in the sun on Wednesday was just too perfect. Since the weather is dry, I'm biding my time on hauling off the old mattress. I love finding them on it, basking in the sun.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Sorry I've been so busy between school and Blogorado. The semester is going well, and my sweet pups are so glad I haven't hauled off the old mattress yet.
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Seven weeks down, Nine to go. Road report from Blogorado
This semester my schedule functions in two-week cycles in which the first week is hectic and jam-packed with obligations for 5 or 6 days, and the following week will only have 2 or 3 required attendance elements. I was fortunate that this Fall, my "light week" coincided with Blogorado, which is where I am now.
Sadly, Himself had other obligations and would not be going, so there went my ride. I had a major test on Wednesday (passed!) and two assignments were due, one by Friday night and the other by Sunday night. I ruefully told friends a couple weeks back that it was not in the cards for me, as much as I wanted to go. Mrs. SCI-Fi asked me if I'd be willing to come if she could coordinate a group effort for transport, and I said I would. She is a very determined lady, and through the kindness of various folk, I had rides to and from Colorado, and was sweetly offered the hospitality of staying at the home of Farm Family.
The week was hectic leading up to the trip, and I turned my due-by-Friday assignment in on Thursday morning before heading out with one gallant fellow. It's about 5AM and I just submitted my due-by-Sunday night assignment to the professor through the university's drop-box system for submitting documents-- living in the future has its advantages. Now I am free to enjoy the remaining day or so I will be here. A different gallant fellow will chauffeur me back home tomorrow.
I am so happy to not miss Blogorado like I did last year, and I'm very touched that my lovely friends would pull together to make the trip possible for me. There is no tonic in the world to rival the therapeutic effects of time spent with friends and family, and most of the friends here ARE family to me, now. My cup runneth over.
Friday turned out to be drizzle-fest, so we congregated at Farm House and people drifted between chatting in the kitchen/living/dining rooms to gathering around a respectable blaze in a fire pit out in the (huge!) shed. Incredible cookies and breads flew in from the northeast, as did a batch of unfortunate lobster that were flown with attendees from Boston. In the traditional way, men folk gathered around a treacherously high barbecue fire and seared a nice passel of steaks. FarmMom makes the best cinnamon rolls evah, btw. Good food.
Saturday will be a shooting day at the range, but I may sneak off with a hen party to look at the local antique places. I'm sure I'll be at the range before the day is out.
I expect to head home after breakfast tomorrow, and as always, it will be bittersweet to leave here. I observed to several people that I think our group truly gelled that first Blogorado in 2009 when on the way back to town from the range on the final night of the gathering, Ambulance Driver took out a sizable buck with the radiator of his Dodge Dakota. Up until that moment, we'd had a cordial congeniality. 20 or so folk on the side of a dark road by a field at 9pm on a November night, we truly bonded. Many of us learned the importance of a cordless Sawzall when dismantling a deer in the field. It was one of those great, unplanned things that cemented us as a group. I was delighted to be here then, and I'm so glad I still get to play their reindeer games.
Have a great weekend!
Wednesday, October 08, 2014
Got up at 5:45 to see the Blood Moon eclipse thingie, and looked on as the coyotes yipped from outside town.
Test in mental health today, and I'm pretty nervous about that. Also discovered that I didn't save about 3 hours of work I did on my laptop recently, and I have to re-do that. Ugh. Should be faster the second time, though. Still, I hate feeling rushed to finish things.
It'll be alright. 49 will be good. 364 days from now, I'll be within 2 months of completion of nursing school. Yee haw!
I just hope this test goes well, today. Fingers crossed.
Sunday, October 05, 2014
Sunday, Puppy Sunday: new old toy
Found a very old toy under the bed, one bought for Praline many yonks ago. Mochi is besotted with the little bubbly barbell, and has had many tooth (hopefully) cleaning hours nomming this thing. :) hand-me-downs are not just for people, apparently!
Friday, October 03, 2014
Thursday was a great day
I am SO wiped out, but it's a good happy. 13 hours at clinical yesterday only cemented my instinct that nursing is for me. I helped with several lovely people, one of whom said Nice Things about me to a manager, and I generally had a great day.
Boy, am I wiped out, though!
My preceptor is fantastic. Grateful I got so lucky, there.
Wednesday, October 01, 2014
I think I can!
This is one of the heaviest weeks this semester. I'll be done with the week by early afternoon Friday. So glad.
It's going well so far. I'm the Little Nursing Student That Could. (Who could? Shrug)
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Sunday, Puppy Sunday: Spring-into-action mode
Praline is ready to jump into the fray.
Sunday, September 28, 2014
For the first time in many years,
I'm sleeping on a decent quality mattress in my own home. Thanks for the wonderful hand-me-down, Mom and Dad!
Thursday, September 25, 2014
And every place in its thing.
This semester, while intense and stressful, is miles (as yet!) below the level of anxiety I've had in previous semesters. I think one large part of this is the fact that I now have a proper desk setup, and I'm not dragging my books out and then away from the dining table - it's good to have a space that is dedicated JUST to school-related things. Even then, during an insane 5 day clinical week last week (for which I was very nearly prepared), I still had to drag all my flotsam and jetsam out onto every available horizontal surface to make sure I had all my ducks in a row for clinical.
One thing that adds to the chaos is the steady influx of paper handouts from various classes. When I receive them, I mark the date and which class at the top of the paper, but I've not been in the practice of bringing them to my desk, punching the appropriate holes and getting them into the proper binders, and these papers have been piling up. I spent about an hour this morning just organizing stuff before I could begin working on my clinical paperwork with a clear head. That took half the day, and now to shift gears, I had to do about another 30 minutes of shuffling and organizing. I suppose you do what you have to do. I've never been a super-organized person, and I've never really made a designated space before, so I sort of just imagined that just by having a designated space, all this stuff would magically organize itself. Turns out, the universe apparently expects me to have some sort of involvement in the organizing concept. Oh well.
SO... Mental health. I don't think that's where I'm going, although it is interesting to hear fantastic tales of things so out of the ordinary as alchemy or going to high school with Grover Cleveland.
The pups have been wonderfully supportive of my studies. Praline is sitting at my feet right now like a cuddly little kitten. She is so sweet.
Oh well, just like the organizing, this mental health assignment won't do itself. Back to the coal mine!
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
A sweet ending to summer
Today is the first day of Fall. Fittingly, the air had a new, dry coolness yesterday that was most refreshing after a week of sauna-like unpleasantness.
I have hummingbirds, and they feast on this incredibly hardy 3 year old salvia that stalwartly withstood brutal degrees of neglect and water deprivation, and thrived anyway. Going to put a few more hardy specimens in over the next few weeks and see if I can get more self-managing color about the place to delight the butterflies and bees, as well as the hunmingbirds. :)
Passed my first mental health exam, and passed my first med/surg exam by a happy margin. I'm on my way!
Sorry for missing the puppy Sunday post, but I was wiped out after clinicals last week, all of which went well. I had a call about a tech job at the hospital I applied for, and I'm hoping I can get an interview today or tomorrow. It would be a boon to future nursing work for me, as I'd have a job lined up for summer, and I'd get lots of experience putting in I.V. and catheters and such. Fingers crossed!
Sunday, Puppy Tuesday: my sweeting
Mochi is so velvety and adorably sweet. She's a piranha fist in a velvet glove. Mochi has invented the art of the hostage exchange. She figured out quickly that since Mommy can't catch her fleet little arse by the conventional methods, Mommy will give treats in exchange for whatever she is carrying around at any given moment. Often she is carrying something she obviously has no interest in chewing. I can tell the difference because when she really wants to chew something, she carries her precious cargo off well out of my earshot for smacking sounds. Praline and Chuy enjoy the hostage exchange because they get treats, too. Mochi plays hard and sleeps hard. I love her sweetness as well as her orneriness. Wiener dogs have a way of making you utterly besotted with them, bless their little fur-betubed hearts!