…I would have become a plumber

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!

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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.

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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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Oh HEY. I’m a nursing student!

Yeah you read that correctly. I’m officially one week into my first semester of nursing school! And this is what I’m already dealing with…

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You are seeing that correctly. Five books for a five-week summer session. One is so big that I swear it weighs more than a small child. So far my schedule hasn’t been too hectic, but I have a very strong feeling that will be changing in September when the Fall semester begins. It’s daunting. There are no words. [I know someone who recently graduated. She told me her friend ended up in the hospital with heart palpitations because of the stress! OMGOSH.]

Somehow I always forget how much better writing out thoughts/feelings/mindless rambles makes me feel. I don’t understand myself sometimes. Does that even make any sense? I feel like I’m always saying that; sorry! But it’s true. I just keep forgetting. I’m definitely going to try to post at least once a week. Something interesting is bound to happen that doesn’t break any confidentiality laws. I’ve been trying to find a way to make sure I hold myself to this promise. Any ideas?

Well on the first day of class, we were asked to state what our worst fears were going into nursing school. Mine was that I’m afraid I’m going to be terrible at everything and just fail. I get that they wanted us to bond and whatever, but was a conversation about self-doubt really necessary on the  f i r s t  day? I don’t think so. But then I saw something on Instagram that made everything seem a little less worrisome…

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How perfect is that? I have faith in God’s glorious plan for me. I’m confident that nursing school is the destiny He set out for me. But doubt is the Devil’s plaything. I just have to remind myself that if this isn’t what He wants for me, then life will change, and I have to be okay with that. I have the support of some amazing Godly people who will help me when changes seem impossible. So for now, my motto is this: Just have faith. I think I can manage that one.

inspiration // “Those whose steps are guided by the Lord, whose ways God approves, may stumble, but they will never fall, for the Lord God holds their hand.” ~ Psalm 37:23-24

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