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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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I’m practically a nurse!

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Look at me! I’m a practically a nurse! (HAHA)

So here’s where the fun begins: I feel like a real nursing student now! We had our first two days of clinicals this week — yay! The first day was super stressful, just a warning. Trying to take someone’s blood pressure in a room with 25 other people all attempting to talk over each other is hard. Especially when they have very faint blood pressure sounds. After day one, I was extremely discouraged because I hadn’t really been successful in taking anyone’s blood pressure. I know it was only the first day, but I didn’t think it would be so difficult. Day two was a little easier, but not by much. It’s way easier to determine diastolic pressure than it is for systolic. For those who have no idea what I’m talking about, the bottom number is easier than the top. I ordered a super adorable pink blood pressure cuff yesterday afternoon so I’m going to be practicing on people. I’m gonna get good at this, I swear. If you remember to last week, this was one of my fears. Failing. I’m definitely not giving up yet, but it’s pretty stressful. Oh, but I did learn that I’m very good at making up beds, whether people are in them or not. Woot!

Texas A&M Health Science Center – Traditional Class of 2016, all 51 of us (one is a boy!)

I also expected to be on the verge of becoming friends with some of the girls by now. I’ve never claimed to be great at making friends (I’m a little awkward, in case you didn’t know that about me), but I expected at least one or two to appreciate my quirks. Maybe it’s too soon for potential friendships to form. The hardest part for me has been trying to be more open and talkative. For once, I’m in a situation where I’m going to be with these people for the next two years, rather than a few months. Semesters always seemed daunting; trying to meet someone to be your friend but really only getting to spend actual time with them for a little while. Now there’s all this pressure. I’m totally over thinking this, I’m sure.

On a slightly less depressing note… I spoke up in class on Monday to explain something or another, and my prof told everyone that they should study with me because I’m a genius. Haha! That was so funny and felt pretty good, actually. I’m holding on to this memory, even if she was totally kidding.

I’ve decided to start a “thing”. Throughout my nursing student experience, I’m going to be using the hashtags #nursingstudentstruggles and #NSS — so for all the past, present, and future nursing students out there, feel free to join me in using these so we can share our experiences with one another! I would love to hear stories, fears, accomplishments, or anything!


inspiration // “I can’t control you behavior; nor do I want that burden… but I will not apologize for refusing to be disrespected, to be lied to, or to be mistreated. I have standards; step up or step out.” ~ Steve Maraboli 

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