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epic new journey.

In case you hadn’t noticed… I have been pretty (okay, entirely) MIA from my blog. I’m so disappointed in myself, but y’all, nursing school is hard. I’m a planner, which is basically a given when people think of me, but this semester has stretched even my perfectly scheduled days. I keep thinking, “I can’t blog, I don’t have time,” but… What if I schedule time to blog?

BAM I’M A GENIUS.

Well maybe that’s a little bit of an exaggeration, but who knows, maybe this will be the little kicker. I just have to remind myself, the blog posts don’t have to be short novels and sometimes they can simply be my epic rants that I’m so prone to giving.

Mostly, I need to remember how freeing it feels to have a forum for voicing my thoughts, feelings, opinions, recipes, nonsense, and whatever else I feel like sharing with this small world that might see this blog. So maybe only three people see this, maybe three hundred. Isn’t how blogging makes me feel ultimately the most important part of being a blogger

Honestly, I don’t have an answer to this. I don’t even know how to begin to answer this. But I’m going to try. I’m going to schedule time and stick to it. Gotta love that bullet planning, you know? But that’s a post for another time. Just gotta start the master list for blog posts!

Here we go on this epic new journey, where I’m not focused on a specific niche or finding the “perfect population” to read my blog. I am going to be myself and be a little controversial and be a little crazy.

Okay so maybe I’m overthinking this entire thing. What else is new?

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longest. week. of my life.

You guys. I’m not even kidding you. This has been the hardest and longest week of my entire life. Nursing school is so rough. I knew it was going to be time consuming and mentally / physically exhausting, but I was so not prepared for just how true that is.

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In all honesty, it’s so worth it though. I’m loving all the things I’m learning and getting to know the other students along the way. I think the reading is the most daunting thing. I have never seen so many gigantic books for one semester. Professors be like, “Bring these three books to class” and I’m like, “How am I supposed to carry all of those?!” I wish I was exaggerating.

Of course, with my luck, I’m assigned to one of the two groups that are supposed to give a presentation on the second week of the semester. The same week I’m packing and moving to the new apartment! What luck! I shouldn’t be that surprised, I pretty much have the worst luck ever when it comes to those kinds of things. What can you do. Back in the day I would get all bent out of shape about it, but I’m getting way better about just accepting it and rolling with the punches.

So let’s see… I found out I’m really, really good at restraining people. And putting on sterile gloves! That’s pretty exciting, if I must say so myself. For all the fears I had about failing at everything, at least I can say I’m good at something or other. Even though I wouldn’t be doing a lot of restraining in the Labor and Delivery (L&D, for future reference) department [I don't think?].

Anyways. I’m so sorry I haven’t been around all week. It has been an action packed week and I’m not sure I would have even gotten to eat if it weren’t for my amazing boyfriend. He has to go on a business trip in a few weeks and he’s kinda worried I will forget to eat [and I don't really blame him, I'm a little worried too]. I was straddling the line of a mental break down last Sunday, and he talked me back down and off the edge. I forget that I can’t look at the big picture because that will add so much unnecessary stress, but to look at the day or week ahead [thank you to my sweet Godmother who texted me Friday morning to remind me that]. I can’t finish this adventure in my life if I don’t take it a day / week at a time, you know? I’m so thankful for him that there are no words. I don’t even know that I have expressed that well enough to him. But he’s my rock. There are four things that I believe will get me through nursing school: the boyfriend, my faith, my family / friends, and a lot of Starbucks venti unsweetened iced coffee with milk [but I add three Splenda and a splash of half&half]. I know it’s normally three things, but I like the number four better. 

I think Saturday / Sunday will probably my blogging days, as much as I dislike leaving y’all hanging for the whole week. Maybe after this semester, I will be able to post more often. I might even be able to every now and then this semester, but no promises. There will certainly be a lot to share on the weekends, that’s for sure! For now, I’m off to go study. Shocker, right?

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…I would have become a plumber

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So my mother was recently in the hospital for a complete shoulder joint replacement. But that’s really not the point I’m going to make here. I’m going to talk about her nurse. Because as a nursing student, I have these perceived notions of what I expect from a nurse, and that includes myself. I picture someone caring, thoughtful, nurturing.. Basically motherly in all aspects of that regard, except for the childbirth. My mother’s two nurses were far from that.

One… well let’s just say her scrubs did not exactly fit her. Like.. At all. Every time she went to do anything, adjusting bed sheets, administering medications, taking vitals, etc., I saw her butt crack. More of it than I had ever hoped to see in my life. I mean honestly, if I wanted to see that much butt crack, I would have become a plumber. She was nice enough and all, but that just seems really unprofessional. Just buy some new scrubs!

Her night nurse was completely different, but a far worse nightmare. She was withholding medications. Including those that my mother must take on a daily basis. WHO DOES THAT?! It’s just wrong. On so many levels.

I don’t know if my parents reported either of them, but part of me wishes they would. Nurses have standards that must be upheld. It kills me to see current nurses fall short of those standards.

In other news! I have finished my first three weeks of lab clinicals. YAY! They are getting much more intense and much more exciting. Monday we worked with some student PTAs (physical therapy assistants) and learned various techniques to better allow us to maneuver our patients from point A to point B. A lot of the information we learned is going to be helpful, but there were a few things that nurses just can’t do. The PTA instructor was telling us to climb on the bed to assist a patient. Uhm yeah I’m not doing that unless that patient is coding or on the verge of some other kind of death and that’s the only way to save his or her life. The level of microorganisms that can be transferred because of that is alarming. Especially if we are doing this with each patient we see during the day. Talk about hospital acquired infections waiting to happen!

Tuesday was really exciting too. We got to work with SPs (standardized patients), which are basically paid people to act out symptoms as a patient. (We were told that they are not faking, they are simulating). So my partner and I gave a bed bath in the morning and changed the bed linens while the SP remained lying in the bed. That was in the morning. Then in the afternoon, we went back into the SP lab to take vital signs. What are the odds that we get the same SP! I guess they’re pretty good, but I don’t know the statistics on that. The funniest thing however, is that we were required to use the dual headed stethoscope (the ones where we can both listen at the same time) and neither of us could hear the blood pressure. We didn’t realize that though. We were both taking simultaneous vital signs without sharing, but when we left the patient room to compare, I got 128/82 and she got 130/80. How crazy is that!! We couldn’t believe the luck!

Haha anyways, here’s the most annoying part of my week. My shoes, which had been worn all of five times, have already started falling apart! The stupid heel is pulling away from the shoe! So I got a little creative and glued the heel back on with some Tacky Glue. Hopefully that works. It looks pretty janky right now.

Oh the joys and turmoils of a nursing student. Until next week, lovelies!


 inspiration // I attribute my success to this: I never gave or took any excuse. –Florence Nightingale

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Blog-dentity Crisis

I might be having a blog-dentity crisis. Well, I was. I couldn’t decide exactly what I wanted the point of this blog to be. But I finally realized: there doesn’t need to be a point! Honestly, I just want to share my experiences, good and bad, learn from those experiences, and have a creative outlet for the constant state of commentary constantly playing in my mind.

[You can imagine how hard it would be to ever get to sleep. But that's another topic.]

I’ve used this blog to rant. I’ve used this blog to attempt to be a fashion blogger. I’ve used this blog as an excuse not to study for microbiology or some other class. But have I really been using this blog to its fullest potential? I don’t think so.

do want this blog to be a success, though. And the only what I can do that is if I actually post! I’m working on that. It’s kind of my late New Year’s Resolution, or something. I know I can’t always put everything into this blog, especially as I move to the next stage of my life [nursing school].

Someone recently reminded me of this: I need to really focus on nursing school and my studies because one day, peoples’ lives will depend on my knowledge. And while I absolutely agree with that, and my studies will not be any less important if I put a little more effort into this blog, the knowledge I learn by interacting with people and learning from my experiences is just as important, in my opinion.

I’m going to try to find a balance between my studies and blogging. I am not going to have a “theme” for this blog, so hopefully that allows me to cover all the bases I’ve ever wanted to with this blog. Does that even make sense? I hope so. I’m definitely rambling at this point.

Even if the experiences I share with y’all don’t directly relate to you in any way, I hope that I can at least have some sort of impact on your lives. Whether I make you smile, think, laugh out loud, or completely change your life, I want to make an impact. And I would love for y’all to tell me about this impact, no matter the size.

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OH EM GEE… it’s pink!

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Lately, this is exactly how I feel when it comes to all things pink! And in a roundabout way, that brings me to the point of this post.

I’m currently enrolled in a Performance Psychology lecture taught by Dr. John Eliot. I was extremely concerned about this class after the first lecture, but I was determined not to give up on it just yet. I stayed after class on the second day we met to speak with him about this. Thankfully, he understands the position I’m in: needing to keep my grades up to get into nursing school. He told me that I would get an A in the class as long as I am selfish. Yikes! I don’t exactly know what that means, but I have a feeling I will figure it out very soon.

Today, we talked about our dreams; what we want to accomplish in this life. Somewhere along the way, I realized why this was so important. I think it was when he told us to tell someone our dream that we know will shoot it down. While I haven’t done that, I have been in that situation. One of my advisors told me that I was stupid and couldn’t make it at Texas A&M University. My dream? To graduate from Texas A&M University. Believe me, I wanted to give up right then. But I also didn’t want to give her that satisfaction. Now, I’m a senior and on track to graduate Cum Laude.

Yeah. I’m totally too stupid to be at TAMU. Totally.

But this whole lecture got me really thinking about my dreams. Of course, I want to be a nurse [and I want to be one of the best]. So I started pondering what exactly I thought about on a daily basis that I wanted to pursue as a nurse; what did I think about that kept me working so hard to become a nurse? I realized that prenatal nutrition was something I knew I would be passionate about, and it is something that is extremely important to me. My mind continued to wander, and eventually it landed on my blog. I don’t give it as much attention as I should and want to. However, I realized that I want my blog to be successful. So something needs to change. The natural next instinct is to find every reason why that isn’t realistic, but that is only justifying negative thoughts and I refuse to let that happen. Instead of letting the negative thoughts prevent me from pursuing [and accomplishing] my dreams, I decided to figure out what I need to do to make it happen.

Plus, I know that being a successful nurse and running a life/style/fashion blog is absolutely possible. I know this because I check a blog regularly that completely disproves that negative thought:

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Haley, from Sequins & Things, is absolutely one of the most beautiful people, inside and out, that I have ever come across. Honestly, I would be honored to meet her, if that were to happen one day. As I read her blog, I feel like she’s speaking right to me. Her blog is basically everything I could ever want for my blog. She’s made both her career as a nurse and her blog a success and she’s definitely a spectacular role model.

While I expect many people to tell me that I can’t make my dreams come true, I’m not going to let that deter me. It isn’t up to them. Dr. Eliot taught me something that I won’t forget:

There’s only one expert on your dreams: YOU

There’s no reason to let anyone tell you that your dreams are unrealistic or that you won’t succeed. Because you know what? Even if you don’t succeed, at least you tried. That’s more than most people can say these days. That’s still a success in my mind.

I highly encourage y’all to read Dr. John Eliot’s book, Overachievement: The New Science of Working Less to Accomplish More. I’ve only read a little of the book, but I have high hopes for the rest of it. I think it will really open my eyes and help me make these dreams happen.

So where does the OH EM GEE… it’s pink! come into play? I really don’t know. I just really like pink and I wanted to share those pretty pink things with you. Plus, I’m working on my Pinning skills and those were the lovelies that I found along the way.

“If your dreams do not scare you, they are not big enough.” -Ellen Johnson Sirleaf

Dream big, y’all!

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