A short nursing lesson.
So, nurses do this thing called 'nursing diagnoses' . . . here is an example.
So, nurses do this thing called 'nursing diagnoses' . . . here is an example.
Disturbed sleep pattern related to (RT) nursing school as evidence by (AEB) excessive yawning, trouble completing sentences, constant desire to take naps on floors, and extreme intake of caffeine.
And unless it is an 'at risk' diagnosis, it must have the three parts: (1) the diagnostic statement, (2) the related to (RT) statement, and (3) the as evidence by (AEB) statement. 'At risk' diagnoses only have the first two parts:
At risk for impaired skin integrity RT indoor, inactive education requirements (a.k.a. sitting in your chair for extended amounts of time, inside, where there is no vitamin D).
These diagnoses run the field of nursing; they run care plans, nursing interventions, and then run many of my hours of life away.
T H I S W E E K . . .
was comprised of my first two tests, long nights and early mornings, missed gym days, cookie cake, 128 glasses of water, and {more of my favorite} fellow-nursing-student bonding.
One major change has been implemented from my summer session to this fall session of nursing school: how tests are being carried out. The new system is dreaded by every one of my fellow nursing-classmates, which is online testing. When the test paper is not physically in front of me, I am unable to circle and underline words and phrases in the question and subsequent answers, which helps my brain think things through. Staring at a computer screen is a whole other world of testing; but a characteristic of a mature and efficient nurse is that of flexibility. So instead of hating myself for the undesired grade I received this week, I will accept this challenge of online testing and use it as a learning experience in which I gain a more mature sense of adaptability.
Long nights an early mornings consisted of finishing studies and Care Plans and gym time. This Tuesday I tried out something new: 0600 spin class. Elizabeth, you are so dumb. What were you thinking? Why are you here? I had gotten up late Tuesday morning; literally waking up five minutes before I wanted to leave for the gym. So, when I got to the gym, I was groggy and out of breath before I jumped on the bike. From the very beginning of the class, I was ready for the end of class; I was out of breathe, could hardly breathe. . . but I am going to do it again this next week! The sucky part of my week? I was too tired on Wednesday to go to the gym after lab-clinical; I didn't have any time on Thursday to go to the gym; and Friday, I barely squeezed in a humid and scorching hot run around the neighborhood in my schedule, and by the way, I got a sunburn from this 25 minute run. . . well, at least I am getting that Vitamin D {which aids in calcium absorption} which, a week ago, of which I was so worried I was not getting enough.
cookie cake? 128 glasses of water? Well, when I look back on this week, I remember all the sweets I shouldn't have eaten because of all the workout days I missed; cookie cake, because of my daddy's birthday! and water is, like, my best friend; well my new monogrammed water bottle is my best friend - gotta stay hydrated!
Nursing school may be getting to my head.
On Wednesday when I was coming home from lab-clinical, I saw this green grasshopper on my left rear-view mirror; he was holding on for dear life. When I exited onto I-95, he was still hanging on, but going 70 MPH doesn't make it easy for a little bug, and my intuition told me he was going to fall off onto the busy highway, consequently dying. I contemplated opening my window and grabbing him into my car; but I wasn't really fond of the idea of opening my window going 70 MPH. Then I began thinking about stopping on the side of the road and transferring him safely into the grass. Well, as I was contemplating this, I got passed by multiple cars on my right side, which abruptly brought me back to reality; that is when my poor grasshopper friend fell off my outside mirror. I gasped, not extremely loud, although it wouldn't have mattered since I was the only one in the car, but still the fact that I cared about the little guy's safety kind of concerned me.
Am I going crazy or is nursing school getting to my head?
Or is nursing school getting to my heart?
Friday was spent at computer training for clinical. Although it lasted all day and my OCD made my brain get mad that I missed my quality gym time, I enjoyed spending quality time with my fellow nursing-mates.
I know I keep saying this, but I am truly thankful for my fellow nursing peers who encourage me to be a better person through my studies and my attitude.
And thank you to my non-nursing family and friends who keep me going.
* * *
"Its human nature to wrap tough sinews of flesh around our crushed hearts and we are tempted to promise we'll never let ourselves get hurt again. But remember, self-made fortresses not only keep love from going out; they keep love from coming in. We risk becoming captives in our own protective fortresses."
~Beth Moore, Breaking Free
And unless it is an 'at risk' diagnosis, it must have the three parts: (1) the diagnostic statement, (2) the related to (RT) statement, and (3) the as evidence by (AEB) statement. 'At risk' diagnoses only have the first two parts:
At risk for impaired skin integrity RT indoor, inactive education requirements (a.k.a. sitting in your chair for extended amounts of time, inside, where there is no vitamin D).
These diagnoses run the field of nursing; they run care plans, nursing interventions, and then run many of my hours of life away.
T H I S W E E K . . .
was comprised of my first two tests, long nights and early mornings, missed gym days, cookie cake, 128 glasses of water, and {more of my favorite} fellow-nursing-student bonding.
One major change has been implemented from my summer session to this fall session of nursing school: how tests are being carried out. The new system is dreaded by every one of my fellow nursing-classmates, which is online testing. When the test paper is not physically in front of me, I am unable to circle and underline words and phrases in the question and subsequent answers, which helps my brain think things through. Staring at a computer screen is a whole other world of testing; but a characteristic of a mature and efficient nurse is that of flexibility. So instead of hating myself for the undesired grade I received this week, I will accept this challenge of online testing and use it as a learning experience in which I gain a more mature sense of adaptability.
Long nights an early mornings consisted of finishing studies and Care Plans and gym time. This Tuesday I tried out something new: 0600 spin class. Elizabeth, you are so dumb. What were you thinking? Why are you here? I had gotten up late Tuesday morning; literally waking up five minutes before I wanted to leave for the gym. So, when I got to the gym, I was groggy and out of breath before I jumped on the bike. From the very beginning of the class, I was ready for the end of class; I was out of breathe, could hardly breathe. . . but I am going to do it again this next week! The sucky part of my week? I was too tired on Wednesday to go to the gym after lab-clinical; I didn't have any time on Thursday to go to the gym; and Friday, I barely squeezed in a humid and scorching hot run around the neighborhood in my schedule, and by the way, I got a sunburn from this 25 minute run. . . well, at least I am getting that Vitamin D {which aids in calcium absorption} which, a week ago, of which I was so worried I was not getting enough.
cookie cake? 128 glasses of water? Well, when I look back on this week, I remember all the sweets I shouldn't have eaten because of all the workout days I missed; cookie cake, because of my daddy's birthday! and water is, like, my best friend; well my new monogrammed water bottle is my best friend - gotta stay hydrated!
Nursing school may be getting to my head.
On Wednesday when I was coming home from lab-clinical, I saw this green grasshopper on my left rear-view mirror; he was holding on for dear life. When I exited onto I-95, he was still hanging on, but going 70 MPH doesn't make it easy for a little bug, and my intuition told me he was going to fall off onto the busy highway, consequently dying. I contemplated opening my window and grabbing him into my car; but I wasn't really fond of the idea of opening my window going 70 MPH. Then I began thinking about stopping on the side of the road and transferring him safely into the grass. Well, as I was contemplating this, I got passed by multiple cars on my right side, which abruptly brought me back to reality; that is when my poor grasshopper friend fell off my outside mirror. I gasped, not extremely loud, although it wouldn't have mattered since I was the only one in the car, but still the fact that I cared about the little guy's safety kind of concerned me.
Am I going crazy or is nursing school getting to my head?
Or is nursing school getting to my heart?
Friday was spent at computer training for clinical. Although it lasted all day and my OCD made my brain get mad that I missed my quality gym time, I enjoyed spending quality time with my fellow nursing-mates.
I know I keep saying this, but I am truly thankful for my fellow nursing peers who encourage me to be a better person through my studies and my attitude.
And thank you to my non-nursing family and friends who keep me going.
* * *
"Its human nature to wrap tough sinews of flesh around our crushed hearts and we are tempted to promise we'll never let ourselves get hurt again. But remember, self-made fortresses not only keep love from going out; they keep love from coming in. We risk becoming captives in our own protective fortresses."
~Beth Moore, Breaking Free