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Second Day!
May 11th,
Today was computer science. I’ve taken countless computer classes so it’s frustrating they don’t let transfer credits in because EVERYONE has to take this class. Plus side is it’s an absolute breeze and shouldn’t be a class that stresses me out too much. (continued)
http://rn-in-progress.blogspot.com/2016/05/second-day-computer-science-class.html
FIRST DAY
May 9th, 2016 I know I’m posting this a bit late and shame on me! I could hardly sleep due to having nightmares about the first day all night. Literally every single one was about being late (like really late) and being dropped from the program. Anyways... (continued)
http://rn-in-progress.blogspot.com/2016/05/first-day.html
Orientation
April 29th, 2016 Good morning everyone, I know I’m a bit late with this but it’s better late than never. My orientation was April 29th and was a mixed experience for me. We were told we’d be receiving our books, laptop, scrubs, etc… So as you can imagine I was really excited! Continued....
http://rn-in-progress.blogspot.com/2016/05/orientation.html
Coffee
neither of those waveforms looks normal tbh.
Nursing students are like
EVERY TIME…
She is someone.
ORIENTATION TOMORROW
Second post is up on my blog. Don’t know if anyone reads these things, but hey it’ll be nice to look back on!
http://rn-in-progress.blogspot.com/2016/04/orientation-tomorrow.html
Always reblog Elle Woods in her “fuck men I’m gonna get a law degree” phase
every time i see this i go back to work, thanks tumblr
College life as an RN student
And So it Begins
Okay so please bear with me I'm new to this whole blogging thing! To kick off this blog I wanted to give you all some background information on myself, schooling, and what led me here.I would have to say my inspiration to become a nurse lies heavily on my grandmother. This woman has raised me since I was 2, and she has been nothing short of amazing. I have not met anyone who loves their job as much as she does and that gives me hope. She’s been an awesome nurse for 30 years and is currently a house supervisor at our local hospital. She has pushed me further than I thought I could go and has held my hand every step of the way.As for school I currently have enough credits to qualify for an Associate’s Degree, but somehow can’t get priority to get into the Anatomy & Microbiology classes I need to apply to my local community college’s nursing programs. I have crashed every class I could yet still have had no luck; this is a huge problem in Southern California. I expressed this to my grandmother so she began asking around her hospital and I began looking up private universities. After visiting about 6 schools we both agreed on one.The school I had set my focus on offers a 20-month program that includes prereqs (or the option to transfer them in). Their admission process is a long one and is very nerve-wracking as they only accept 27 students per round. A little secret? I have a bit of anxiety, especially when it comes to doing things alone. Fast forward a little I was able to get and pass my drug test, turn in my school transcripts even though they were lost TWICE in transit, turn in all Financial Aid paperwork, background check, passed the TEAS V, and turn in my high school diploma. I did have an issue with my school on returning my phone calls, and getting everything done in a timely matter which did result in me missing the start date I had been set up for (February), but after a stressful interview I was offered to start in May (on the spot!).My date for orientation is April 29th, which I will then be fitted for my scrubs, given my books, laptop, and obviously fill out TONS of paperwork. In the meantime, I have been reading Anatomyand Physiology for Dummies, I purchased flashcards (have yet to open these will update a post with review), and have made a special project for myself. I have never taken an Anatomy or Physiology class so I’m not sure how helpful or in depth the for Dummies book goes, but it explains things in a way that are quite easy for me to understand along with definitions I know are valuable (such as anatomical positions). As for my special project? I often have trouble with doubting and second guessing myself, I’m working on it I promise! However, to try my hardest to prevent this I have counted the days of my program from day 1 to my last (643) and looked up motivational and inspirational quotes. I then found a template (thank you pinterest!) that allows me to put sticky notes on it and then print perfectly on to them (also helpful for studying). My crazy self, made 643 sticky notes with different quotes to reflect on for each day I’ll be in school to give me some extra UMPH.I’m now anxiously awaiting my orientation date!
First post!
Nursing: A New Day
The First
The first time the nursing student took a Nursing exam, she failed. She failed to meet expectations, she failed to grasp this strange new world of critical thinking, she failed her instructors, she failed her own standards, and she failed her ideals.
The first time she stepped into a pair of scrubs, she stared at herself in the mirror for what seemed an eternity. It didn’t feel real, yet she was excited to wear those freshly pressed scrubs, squeaky clean clogs. She held her brand new clipboard, penlight, scissors, and a small snack tucked into her pocket. She swung her shiny new Littmann Stethoscope around her neck. It didn’t feel real, and she wondered when it would.
The first time she took care of a patient, she couldn’t go into the room. She was too nervous - almost like a fraud, as though she didn’t belong. She feared that the patients would sense her inexperience. She feared the patient.
The first time she joined a study group it felt weird. She was used to independent study, and she stayed quiet, unsure that she had anything valuable to contribute to the discussion.
The first time she cleaned a patient, the first time she cleaned mounds of stool, she was teamed with a nursing student who ran out of the room yelling, “I can't”. She wanted to run too, and then she looked at the face of her patient.
The first time she took care of a patient, as a registered nurse, she felt like an imposter. She signed “RN” with a little hesitation, as though someone would jump out and say, “hey, you’re not a nurse!” She looked over her shoulder every time someone called nurse, as though the “real” nurse would come up behind her.
The first time she experienced bullying, she was surprised. Surprised at a profession that prided itself in caring for others. Surprised at the lack of empathy for one of their own. Surprised, that kindness could sometimes be taken advantage of. Surprised into silence.
The first time she made a serious mistake, she was beyond devastated. Nursing school didn’t quite prepare her for how it would feel. The first time she caused unintentional harm, she wanted to quit and find a safer profession. Anywhere, but there.
The first time her own patient coded, she trembled in fear while her colleagues took over. She trembled when the doctor asked what happened. She trembled as she ambubagged her patient. Her colleagues…they didn’t tremble. The saved her patient. And they saved her .
The first time her patient died, she lay awake well into the night, analyzing every detail, reflecting on what she had done wrong. She reflected on how she had failed her patient.
The first time she became charge nurse, she listened to others while they dished out who was capable of what assignment and who wasn’t. She completely botched the entire day, She wasn’t able to do half the things she had planned, and she left that day swearing hell would freeze over before she took charge again.
The first time the Registered Nurse felt burned out, she locked herself away in solitude, disappointed, self critical, and ready to give up on a profession she had worked so hard for.
And Then, The Next Time.
The next time the Nursing Student took a nursing exam, she forgot about past failures. She concentrated less on what went wrong, and more on what she needed to change. The next time, she was focused, prepared and she understood the material.
The next time she wore a pair of scrubs, and stepped into her nursing shoes, it felt familiar, almost as though she had been doing this for a lifetime. It felt familiar, and it felt right.
The next time she took care of a patient, she paused outside the room. She remembered that as scared as she was, the patient was likely much more frightened. She took a deep breath, and stepped into the room.
The next time she joined a study group, she spoke up. She listened to their perspectives in response, and it enlightened her. It provided an alternate view that was seemingly concrete in her mind, allowing her to digest test questions from multiple angles before selecting the best answer.
The next time she cleaned and bathed a patient, she learned that preserving a patient’s dignity was more important than pitying them.
The next time the Registered Nurse took care of her own patients, she perhaps didn’t feel as though it was all real yet, but she knew she had earned the right to be where she was, and she learned that she was an RN just like any other.
The next time she experienced bullying, it was as an observer. She listened, as they charmed the world, yet spoke of people negatively behind their backs, people who couldn’t fight back. She observed, as they gained popularity, yet failed to extend kindness when the spotlight was off them. Her silence broke, but it wasn’t in battle. Support & Advocacy, she learned, was sometimes best acted on in example.
The next time she made an error, she learned & accepted it was an imperfect profession. You can try as you might to make good, sound, clinical decisions, and still come out on the wrong end. She learned it would always be a work in progress.
The next time her patient coded, she put her fear in the background, and dove in. She has not regretted it since.
The next time her patient died, she sat quietly with them beyond the post mortem care. She contemplated the course of their hospital stay, and weighed what she would do differently vs. acceptance. She learned that losing patients would either contribute to burnout, or lead to an understanding of the sanctity of life and peaceful transitions.
The next time she became charge nurse, she followed her own instinct. It wasn’t a perfect day, but she supported each nurse, and nursing assistant in their tasks, and it occurred to her that everyone deserved a clean slate, void of the opinion of others. Everyone had a chance to begin again, and she wouldn’t be the charge nurse who divided staff.
The next time the Nurse experienced burnout, she retreated - but, this time to a place of solace, serenity and reflection. She retreated to a place that allowed the emptiness of thought, healing of the body, and eventually reminded her of her mission to simply do the best she can with each day she was given as a nurse.
"I Am"
I Am A Student
I am a student. I haven’t figured it all out yet. I began this journey excited and thrilled to be a small part of a worldwide mission to help others.
I am a student. I apologize to everyone for it, even though I shouldn’t.
I am a student. I am learning, I ask repetitive questions, I don’t always understand and sometimes I may look like I’m capable, and I’m not.
I am a student, I am sometimes frightened before I walk into a patient’s room. I am a little fearful to talk to families. I am fearful to speak up. I am just unsure.
I am a student. I am also human. I goof off, usually in the moments when everyone is looking. I am a student, I also have extraordinary goals. I study hard, forgo social invitations, neglect my loved ones, spend hours researching, and hours in tears of frustration.
I am a student. Sometimes I have absolutely no idea what i am doing, or why I chose this major.
I am a student. I will screw up, say things that will annoy you, ask questions that will frustrate you, do things that will irritate you.
I am a student. I am scared. I am hopeful. I want to be you, but I also want to be me.
I am a student. I am sometimes in your way. I am sometimes in my own way. I am a visual learner. I am a tactile learner. I have learned that standing against the wall or in a corner won’t save lives. I am a student, your student, your past, and I want to learn from you.
I am a student. I am grateful for feedback, I am thankful for the supportive people who remember their own beginnings.
I am a student. Guide me.
I Am A Nurse.
I am a nurse. I don’t apologize for that anymore.
I am a nurse. I chose this profession, I did not settle.
I am a nurse, I graduated an accredited college, it doesn’t matter which one. I am a nurse who supports others with their goals in education. I support everyone’s right to learn inside or outside of an institution.
I am a nurse. I passed the rigors of a licensing exam, and I am not defined by the 75 or 265 questions I answered.
I am a new nurse. I will be subjected to hazing, bullying, mockery - and I will endure it.
I am a nurse, I don’t always know the right thing to say, or do, but I will do my best in this moment to listen to what my patients need. I am a nurse who learns from my patients.
I am a nurse. I am no longer afraid to speak up. I am not afraid to ask for help when I’m not sure.
I am a nurse. I’ve learned that dying, and the art of letting go is a dance of immense pain, yet it can also lend immense beauty to the memory of life when a patient’s final moments are regarded with dignity.
I am a nurse, and I work hard. I still have extraordinary goals. But I am also human. I may goof off at the exact moment when a patient’s family is watching. I will probably good off when the nurse manager or supervisor walks by. I sometimes lose patience when I’m stressed, I sometimes wish people would just go away, and leave me be. I neglect loved ones when I’ve had a rough shift and retreat into silence. I spend hours reflecting, and sometimes wishing a trapdoor would open up rather than face another day at work.
I am a nurse. I sometimes will make the most extraordinary mistakes, I am a nurse who gains wisdom and mindfulness from each error. I am a nurse who has learned to admit the error, take responsibility and accountability - without blaming the title or profession of nursing.
I am a nurse. I don’t attain to be perfect, but I attain to learn something each day, and I attain to take great care of my patients through their joys, and during their most difficult times. I attain to provide the kind of hope, comfort or support they need.
I am a nurse. Sometimes I still have no idea what I am doing.
I am a nurse, and for every day I want to quit, I am floored by this profession that gives me an opportunity to just be who I am.
