Friday, December 31, 2010
I honestly have been sitting here looking at this little flashing curser for 20 minutes now…wondering what to say. What can I say about 2010? It’s been a ride.
School had been beyond challenging. With Mental-Health and Adult Nursing 1 in the spring and Maternal-Child and Adult Nursing 2 in the fall, I have learned so much this year. Aside from the academic side of thing, I have learned that this IS what I am meant to be doing and it was no accident that I ended up where I am today. I learned that I am capable of a seemingly endless amount of compassion and kindness (maybe too much) but also that I am stronger and much more resiliant than I give myself credit for.
The people who I have had the opportunity to meet through school have truly been a light house in a storm for me and I cannot imagine going through this without their support. They have listened to me cry and complain and heard my success stories and my threats to quit. As one of my classmates said, “Girl, you started this with us and you are finishing it. Even if I have to drag you across that graduation stage by your hair.” They believe in me when even I didn’t. And for that, I am eternally grateful.
This wasn’t the best year for my family relationships. Mother Dearest spent every moment she could in Florida with her beau (even Christmas) and I feel as if I did not see her all year between me being gone all week with classes and her being gone every weekend…and all summer. Our relationship is a complicated one and I really don’t care to go into it in too much detail on this blog because the reality of what it has become since my father passed away depresses me too much. Honestly, and it kills me to say this because I do love her but her ex-boyfriend has been more of a support to me in the past year than she has.
My older brother Rich is not involved in my life for the time being and I am grateful for that. It feels like since he has been gone, I have had a cancerous mole removed. Rich and I were never close. It goes back to even when we were kids. He's manipulative and conniving and he uses people to his advantage. He does things that put people he claims to care about at risk and involves them in situations that could potentially do them serious harm or ruin their lives. When he was living here, I spent as little time at home as possible because I found that even being around him for more than a few hours caused me to have panic attacks. This might sound harsh to the casual observer but I do not consider him my brother (he’s my half-brother actually). He is just my mom’s son and just because we happen to have a few similar genes, that doesn't make us family.
On the bright side, I have gotten much closer to Lee and his girlfriend, Brit. They were here with me at my worst and stuck it out with me. It makes me proud to see the people they are becoming and I want nothing more than to help them on their journey to who they are suppose to be.
Romance was…blah. Don’t get me wrong. It was a very interesting year. Between my fling with WhatsHisName (which turned out to be a freaking disaster even though I still think about him from time to time), a few innocent infatuations here and there, and whatever the Ex and I had, it was fun. There were some good times and some pretty awesome stories (buy me a beer and maybe I’ll tell you sometimes…but for now, to keep this blog at its pg-13 rating, my lips are sealed). ;-)
But despite the physical relationships, something was always missing. I want something solid that I can count on to be there even when I am at my lowest point. What me and the Ex had was as close to love as I have ever come but it was never a solid, stable relationship.
Blah. Maybe 2011 will have that in store for me.
So farewell, 2010. It's been an adevnture. I learned some lessons, got into some trouble, and managed to have a little bit of fun along the way. Thank you for everything.
2011 - I have high hopes for you. P;ease don't let me down.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
- Zazzy Episodes @ Frazzled_razzleRN
- CJ @ The Rose Garden
- Susan (Sweetie, I cannot find a blog listed for you so if you have one, let me know and I'll link it.)
- RNraquel @ The Doctor Stole My Stethoscope
- Nadisha @ Well-Versed Life
- NP Odyssey @ NP Odyssey
- Chuck @ The Liqour Guy
Welcome to Word Lust. :-)
And while we are still on the topic of this blog, I have more fun search terms for you. Enjoy.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Hello my loves.
Let's face it. We all have shitty days. Some more than others.
Like today. Blah. [On a side note, if someone asks you if you miss them, don't say "Well, I would if you would stop calling and texting me every hour just to see what I am doing." That is not what they want to hear. But I guess I stopped worrying about hurting her feelings when she decided to cheat on me. So yeah. Whatever.]
But when a bad day strikes out of nowhere...or you happen to fall into a funk...what do you do?
That, my darlings, is where is lovely little blog post comes in.
I'm not stranger to depression. It run in my family (as well as a grab bag of other assorted, fun mental neurosis) and I've been battling it on and off since I was a child. As I got older, it got progressively worse and I eventually had to start taking antidepressants.
But this isn't a post about that.
This is how I deal with it when a bad day strikes.
Be forewarned that this play list is random and the only thing that they songs have in common is that they make me grin and I hope they will do the same for you too.
Explanations for a few of the selected songs.
It’s Raining Men – Weather Girls
Okay. So this is one of those embarrassing songs that you don’t ever admitting to liking but secretly desire to bust it out during karaoke after a few beers. Do it. You’ll feel better.
Brick House – The Commodores
For those days that I feel like crap about my body. When my jeans are too tight or I catch a glemps of the dreaded “bus driver arms,” after a few minutes of dancing to this song, I’ll usually feel better.
So country, it almost hurts. But I get the biggest smile when I hear this song.
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo – The Bloodhound Gang
Last Name – Carrie Underwood
Brings me back to a road trip with Mommy Dearest where we sung this at the top of our lungs. We were both blushing by the end of it and I am pretty sure we had a few flashbacks while belting out the lyrics. At least I know where I get it from.
"I can take apart the remote control And I can almost put it back together"
Gin & Juice – The Gourds
Your Man – Josh Turner
Dixie Chicken – Little feat
Throwback to my childhood. Carefree times. [sigh]
Candy – Mandy Moore
Don’t Trust Me – 3OH!3
Save it for a Rainy Day
It's Wilford Brimley riding a giant chicken and saying the word "diabetes" but with an accent.
I blame shit that like totally on my mother. I am pretty sure she did some pretty heavy drugs while she was pregnant with me...she must have for me to be so amused by this.
I'm not saying go out and spend $300 every time you are feeling down. But I know that when my mood takes a bit of a nose dive, spending a few dollars on a small gift for myself sometimes makes me feel a little better. For less than $10, treat yourself to some tea or coffee, buy a new nail polish, or a few songs off of iTunes.
Also, I really hate it when she texts me just to say hello. And it would be just awesome if she could stop doing that so that I can forget the past few months ever happened.
Maybe that way, I can get back to my life and possibly even sleep through the night again.
[and if you were wondering, a relationships with a woman is just as fucking complicated as a relationship with a man is. Damnit. Can't win for losing, can I?]
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
I present part 2 of my freaking boss series *Estelle's Guide to Nursing School*
Okay. I’ll admit it. I am a total nerd (as if ya’ll didn’t already know that). When I was younger, my favorite thing about “back to school”-time was shopping for new school supplies. Nothing says “New semester” like the smell of freshly sharpened pencils and new notebook paper.
Well the fun doesn’t have to stop now that you are all grown up and in nursing school.
These are some of the things that I think you might need (or want) for the journey.
The bag – I use a great teal plaid Jansport bookbag that I have had for a few years now. It has just enough pockets to keep me organized but not too many that I am constantly losing shit.
I know that some of my classmates swear by rolling bookbags but I have never really gotten use to them. I am always afraid that I will knock people over with it or something and then I would forever be known as the crazy nursing student who took out half a dozen people with a rolling booksack while rushing to class one morning.
The scrubs – Okay. I may be in the minority here but I do not like wearing scrubs. Maybe it is because the college mandates the kind we can wear (gives us product codes and everything…not just the color) and they are fucking horrible. Like really, really bad. The most unfashionable, uncomfortable, unflattering things you can imagine. But whatever. They are required and ya gotta wear them. I wear camisoles and tanktops under mine not only for comfort but also, if something is spilt on the scrub top, it doesn’t automatically come in contact with my skin.
Also, if you are so unfortunate that your program requires you to wear white scrubs, choose your underwear wisely. White panties tend to show through white scrubs. Play it safe and stick with nude-colored undergarments. Try to avoid the hot pink thongs or anything with cherries on it (Guys, I'm talking to you too. I know that those silk boxers with the kisses on them that say "Hot Stuff" are just the bee's knees but trust me, you can totally see them through your scrub pants and when all the 50-something-year-old nurses start calling you "Hot Stuff,"...they are quickly going to lose their charm).
While we are on the subject of underwear, some schools have the students perform “mock” physical exams on each other that before they are ever allowed to touch a patient. You may or may not have to take your cloth off for this and don a terribly fashionable hospital gown. If your school does this, invest in some cute underwear. I suggest boy-short style panties and camis for modesty's sake (or go commando...either way works for me). [There is no reason to have this freak you out. But I am fairly sure if the idea of your classmates seeing you in various states of undress in the practice lab makes you totally uncomfortable, you can opt out of it.]
Comfortable, white shoes, preferably all leather – Yes. I know. Leather is cruel and save the whales and free love or whatever but guess what? It is also cleanable. Faux-leather is acceptable.
Make sure the shoe is closed-toe and closed-heel. And none of those vent-hole things like you see with CROCs. Trust me on this. When the shit hits the fan (or the floor), the last thing you want is for any of it to get on your socks and feet.
A word of advice about shoes: Hospitals are really dirty places. Hospital floors are especially dirty. After I got out of clinical for the day, I would usually take off my shoes before I got into the car (I kept a pair of ballet flats there for this purpose) and spray them down with Lysol or use those Lysol wipes to keep the nasty bugs at bay. This is also why, when I got home, before I touched anyone, I stripped off the scrubs and changed cloths. After particularly rough days, I have done this in the car on the way home.
The stethoscope – You don’t have to buy the most expensive one, but do some research and try to buy a quality ‘scope. I bought the “My First Stethoscope”-model that the uniform store suggested and it works just fine. I plan on upgrading at graduation.
So unless you KNOW that you love cardiac stuff and want to go into cardiovascular nursing, there is no reason to buy the $200+ “SUPER-AMAZING/EVERY-OTHER-STETHOSCOPE-SUCKS-MAJOR-BALLS/CARDIOLOGY”-stethoscope…unless your parents/significant other/Sugar daddy (momma?) want to get you that for your birthday or Christmas. Just make sure they spring for the engraving also, because SAEOSSMBC-‘scopes have the tendency to walk off when left on the unit.
3-in-1 printer/scanner/copier – It’s great to have one of these. The printer is a necessity. But the scanner and copier just make life so much easier on you. If you hand-write your notes and want to share them with a classmate who was absent from class one day (because you are just such a nice person…or a complete sucker for a sob story), it is a great option to be able to just scanner the notes and email them.
Spare ink cartridges and extra printer paper – Odds are, if your luck is anything like mine, your printer will run out of ink at 1am the morning that your 15 page paper on renal failure is due. This will be a total inconvenience but not a catastrophe. You’ll drive to WalMart were there will be only 1 employee working in the whole store and he only speaks Turkish. After using various hand gestures and drawing pictures for the kind of ink you need (because of course none is on the shelf), he will inform you that they don’t have any of that kind of ink. And they won’t have any of that kind ever again…because they discontinued it…just to fuck with your world.
Don’t let that happen to you. Buy extra ink. And paper.
Jump drive/Jump stick/ USB drive – Essential. Gotta have one. I type all my careplans and medication sheets up and this makes it easy to carry it all with me. I keep it on my key ring so that there is less of a chance I will leave it plugged into a computer in one of the tech labs at the college.
Digital voice recorder – I’m not an audio learner but I know that these are pretty helpful for some of my classmates. They were able to download the lectures they recorded to their computers and put them on their mp3 players so that they could listen to them in the park while they walked the dog or in the car on the way to lecture.
Just make sure you have permission from your professor to record the lecture. Not all of them allow it.
Pocket protector/pocket organizer – Yes. I am a total dorkasaurous. But this little thing is the bomb for keeping all my pens, pencils, penlight, alcohol swabs and sterile caps nice and organized in one of my 500 pockets. Plus, the one time that I didn’t use it, I ended up ruining a scrub top with a leaky pen.
Watch with a second hand that tells military time (24-hour) – Calculating. IV drip rates. Measuring respiratory and pulse rate. Counting down the hours until you can go home and get some sleep. You’ll need one of these. Also, all documentation in the hospital is done by military time and this will make it a little easier.
Pen light – Okay. I have a confession to make. Ever since I have been in nursing school, I have had an unhealthy obsession with penlights. Seriously. I fucking love those things. And I buy them buy the half-dozen because I like having one in my bookbag, one in my purse, one in my clinical bag, etc. Don’t bother with the cheap ones, though. Buy ones that you can replace the battery.
Drug guide – I have the Pearson’s 2010 guide which is pretty good. Make sure whatever book you get come with an online version also. This is usually accessed by a code in the book. That way, you can copy and paste medication information onto your med-sheets.
Nursing Care Plan guide - I like Ackley. And for the love of God, stay away from anything Carpenito. I am sure she is a lovely woman but her nursing diagnosis books are simply useless.
A planner – Whether paper or PDA, keeping organized and on top of due dates, clinical times, and exam schedules is very important in nursing school (well…any kind of school). I swear by my Uncalender. It is has tons of space and has both weekly and monthly views. You fill in all the dates so there is no wasted months if you don’t buy it in January or August.
Highlighters – I am a highlighter whore. I have them in every color and I use them all. Color coding is the shit.
Black, clicky pens – All paper documenting is done in blue or black ink. If the pens are the clicky kind, you don’t have to keep track of tops.
EDIT: According to one of my favorite male nurses, Nurse XY, "The black clicky pens should be ball point, not roller point or gel tips. The ball points don't smear on lab labels and write on tegaderms and tape."
#2 pencils – Ugh. Exams. Notes. Blah.
Basic calculator – Drug calculation exams will be the bane of your existence. Most schools require you to make a 100% on it to pass and only give one or two retakes. Scientific and cell phone calculators are not allowed usually.
Index cards – I buy these at Sam’s or Costco by the metric ton. Flashcards are a godsend and one of my favorite ways to study with a group.
Binder rings – I use them to keep track of my flashcards.
Binder clips – Way better than paperclips.
3-Hole punch – Most of my instructors post their powerpoints online. I always print them and carry them to class to add my own notes. A 3hole punch makes it easy to add to a binder.
Binders – I also have 2 for every class . I keep all my current notes in a 1-inch that I care back and forth with me to lecture. After I take the exam that those notes cover, I transfer them to a 3-inch binder so that all my old notes are in one place. This way, I can keep track of all of them when it is time to start reviewing for finals.
I am super picky about these. They have to be durable (Avery is my favorite brand) and the rings have to be attached to the back cover of the binder (not the inner spine). This way, when I close it, my notes don’t get caught and cause the back pages to curl under. (I hate that).
Sheet lifters – These are basically a triangular piece of plastic that goes behind all the sheets in a binder and helps prevent page curling. Seriously. That shit drive me crazy.
Caffeine of your choice – Coffee. Tea. Red Bull. No-Doz. Whatever keeps you alert.
Travel coffee thermos – To be able to carry whatever keeps you alert back and forth to lecture.
Lap top – This isn’t completely necessary if you have a desk top computer at home, but it is really helpful to be able to take it to the library or the coffee shop.
Lotion – You’ll be washing your hands a lot. My first semester, I had a huge problem with dry hands. Thank goodness I found Vaseline Intensive Rescue Healing hand Cream. It isn’t greasy like all the other stuff I tried and it has a really nice subtle, clean smell (The night I met WhatsHisName, I was wearing just this and no perfume. He leaned it and whispered in my ear, “You smell really good.” All I could think was “Really? Because I think smell like I have spent the whole day on a hospital oncology unit”). So yeah. The added benefit is that this stuff attracts 30-something-year old married guys. Use with caution.
Mints – Nobody likes to have someone hovering over them who has funky breathe. Since we weren’t allowed to chew gum, this was the next best thing. If you get really strong mints (like Altoids), they have the added benefit that they overwhelm your senses and make unpleasant smells more bearable.
Your nursing ID badge and holder – Not only is this part of your clinical uniform but if security at your hospital is tight (especially for psych rotations) they might not let you in without it.
Lip balm – You might be so busy that you don’t drink enough water and end up getting dry or chapped lips. Burt’s Bees(original) or EOS(Lemon drop or Honeysuckle Honeydew) are my personal favorites.
Hair clips – My school requires women (I saw women because men are not allowed to have hair that falls below their ears) with long hair to have it pulled back and up off the collar. It also might help to keep a few hair ties in your clinical kit for those mornings that you are rushed and can’t do anything with it (that would be most mornings).
Bleach pen – For stains on your white shoes
Tide pen – For any non-gross stuff that gets on your scrubs or lab coat (like ink or some of your lunch).
Storage clipboard – Great for clinical rotations to keep your papers from getting lost.
Kleenex – If you are anything like me, during the first few weeks of school, it never fails that I get a cold for being around so many other people. Also there will be tears and some crying. Get a few travel packs and keep one in your bookbag and one in your clinical bag.
Scissors – Gotta have ‘em. Plus, they are impossible to find on the hospital units.
Hemostats/Kelly Clamps – Honestly, I have never used these but they are required for my program. Normally, they are used to clamp foley catheter tubing to allow the urine to collect so that you can take a fresh sample from the port. I have found that curling the tubing on the bed pretty much does the same thing.
Also note that if you carry these around with you on a regular basis, people are going to think you are a pothead rather than a nursing student. The bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep will not help your case.
Hand sanitizer – I’ve said it before. Hospitals are gross. And this may shock some of ya’ll but they are also full of sick people. Sick people who have germs. And you’ll be touching them. Sanitizer your hands. I like Germ-X Germ Blaster in Gnarly Green Apple. It is better than the stuff that my sites had in their dispensers. Plus it smells like apple martinis (who doesn’t like those?).
Your turn, readers.
Any other suggestions on back to school supplies specific to the nursing student?
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Facebook needs more relationship options.
Single - Yes...sort of. This is such a boring option but it's what I have listed.
In a relationship - Kinda. But not anymore? Grr. I don't know!
Engaged - Absolutely not.
Married - Pardon the colorful language, but fuck no. Currently not interested and probably won't ever be. I think I've dated too many married men to ever consider it.
It's complicated - This might be the most accurate description of my situation but it invites way too many questions from overly involved family members who think it is their business to know all the dirty little details of your sex life. Before you know it, they are telling everyone at the annual church 4th of July party that you are getting your tongue pierced because you love sucking dick and want a tramp stamp that says "fuck toy" across your lower back. (Thanks, Aunt I!)
In an Open Relationship - Second most accurate available description of my relationship status.
Widowed, Separated, or Divorced - Not applicable on any account.
No. None of those will do. Here are the ones I would like to see, because they either apply to me now or have applied to my relationships on the recent past.
Bitter - Only 22 but already jaded to "love" and all that other flowery bullshit. Blah.
Forever alone - Mmm. Not the worst fate imaginable because most people suck anyway.
Mistress - My favorite title. You may call me Mistress Estelle...and you will like it. ;-)
Home wrecker - Yeah. This was totally not my fault. I cannot help that the majority of the men I attract at liars, married, or slightly unbalanced (usually an unsettling combination of all 3).
Fuck buddies with... - How awesome would that be if this were actually an option?!
In a love triangle - It is almost as tricky to navigate as the Bermuda triangle.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Those fabulous little pink, fur lined leather wrist cuffs I bought as a gift to myself for having my heart handed to me on a silver platter by my cheating slut of an ex?
(by the way, hate/break-up sex doesn't count as "back together," right? Even if the break up was a few weeks ago?)
What a piece of shit.
First time I actually use them, they break. Not even kidding. And you would think that the leather would have ripped where it is attached to the chain, right? But you'd be wrong.
We broke the chain.
Let me restate this in simpler terms.
The sex was so good, that we bent and twisted fucking metal to the point of it breaking. How does that even happen?
So yeah, I'm pissed my new toy broke but I mean, really, that is about the only thing that I am upset about in regards to the other night.
So this proves (as if we needed more proof), lunar eclipse bring out the freaks in people. The next one is June 15, 2011. Bring it on. ;-)
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
She was more than a just a pet, she was a member of my family.
My dad found her 11 years ago while out visiting friends at their camp on the Atchafalaya river. She jumped up into his truck bed and refused to get out...so he brought her home. We don't even know how old she really was.
She hated cats. And most people [we always joked about she was too mean to ever die and she would probably outlive us all]. But she was super protective of anyone she loved.
She also really like green beans. And spaghetti noodles (but not tomato sauce).
Damn. I am going to miss her.
I think what hurts the most about her passing is that she was truely my dad's dog. And now it feels like not only have I lost another member of my family, I lost a connection to my father.
She had been sick for a while. She had trouble moving and seeing. Everyone thought she was going deaf (although, I am pretty sure it was just selective hearing).
And even though I know she isn't in pain anymore, that doesn't make it hurt any less to loss her. [Fuck. Did I mention that I really don't like the holidays?]
Sunday, December 19, 2010
I need my own place. Desperately.
I was in my younger brother's room with his girlfriend. We were talking about her new pet Betta fish and water quality and some other aquatic type BS.
Their bedroom is like some kind of trippy stoner's paradise. Seriously. Blacklights and glow-in-the-dark stars and all matter of other crazy shit that I don't understand. I saw a little jelly ring on the dresser and absentmindedly picked it up. It felt like one of those sticky hands you get from the quarter gumball machines...only not as sticky.
Brit saw what I had in my hands and gave me the a look that can only be described as a combination of quizzical and delayed horror.
Then it hit me.
I dropped the ring and said, "Brit, did I just pick up yours and Lee's cock ring?"
I yelled "What the hell is wrong with ya'll?!?!?" as I sprinted for the bathroom.
Two full on surgical hand scrubs for at least 10 minutes each and half a bottle of hand sanitizer later, and I still don't feel clean. To be honestly, I think the only way I can get rid of this feeling would be for me to burn my hands off. I am seriously considering that option.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Estelle's Guide to Nursing School: Part 1 - So, you were accepted into the nursing program. Now what?
I was looking for inspiration for a new blog series and it just hit me like a baby grand piano dropped from the 57th story of an apartment building. Seriously. It has been right in front of me this whole time and I don't know how I didn't see it before.
A series of articles on how to survive and maybe even thrive in nursing school.
I am almost a little sad when I look back on my blog and realize that I didn't keep as good of a record of my nursing school exploits as I should have. Being that I am in my last semester (or will be when classes start in a few short weeks), I am feeling nostalgic and looking back over the past two years, I have come to realize that I really wish I had gotten some "no-bullshit/no-holds-barred" advice on what I was in for.
So here it is, my doves.
But let's start from the very, very beginning.
I received my nursing school acceptance letter in mid-June and classes didn't start until August. This time elapse offered me nearly two months to go stir-crazy while I counted the days until I could first walk into the classroom and get my learnin' on.
If I had realized at the time that I could have used those two months to prepare, my first semester would have gone a bit more smoothly.
That begs the questions, loves, after you have received your acceptance letter to your nursing program, what do you do before class starts?
You just received great news. Nursing schools is the US have notoriously long waiting lists and incredibly high standards. If you were accepted that means out of all the applicants the school received, the board who choose them believed that you have what it takes to make it through the rigorous course set before you.
2. Don't Panic. Seriously.
If you got in that means you have probably spent the past few years of your life devoted to taking the prerequisites and jumping over various hurtles to get here. All of a sudden, it becomes real. It isn't just, "Oh, I am working on getting into the nursing program"-anymore. It's "I'm a nursing student." That can be a little scary. Just don't start doubting yourself before it even begins.
3. Fuck what the Haters say.
Word of your success is going to get out. It might be by a mass text message to all the contacts in your cell phone (including the Indian food restaurant around the corner), a Facebook wall posting ("ZOMG. Guess who just got their acceptance letter, bitches?!? You can suck it, Med school!"), or by your parents writing it on their car in those chalk marker pen things. Eventually, you'll start hearing "NURSING SCHOOL HORROR STORIES" (:::cue spooky music:::). It seems like everybody and their semi-literate cousin has gone to nursing school and has flucked out. You'll hear the stories about horrible instructors, going weeks without sleep, encounters with nurses that make your hair stand on end. Trust me, you'll hear it all. Just know that these people are trying to scare you. Because they suck.
Also, know that the people who have a difficult time during nursing school (I include myself in this), 4 outta 5x, they do it to themselves. In the end, YOU set your own path.
4. Clean house. Literally.
The time requirement of nursing school is, to put in plainly, a fuck-ton (yeah, I know, I am telling "NURSING SCHOOL HORROR STORIES" now). When you are buried under a mountain of assignments and projects, the last thing you want to worry about is dealing with a bookshelf that hasn't seen a feather duster in two months.
Not only will cleaning yo nasty, nasty house (or bedroom) provide you with a much needed distraction during the weeks leading up to the start of school, it'll also help make the first few weeks of class run a little smoother because it is one less thing to worry about.
5. Clean house. Figuratively.
We all have those friends. You know, those friends (or in my case, those family members). They seems to attract drama and discontent where ever they go and you cringe when you see their name come up on your caller ID because you know they only call or wanna be in your life when it is convenient for them.
It's time to pull the rip-cord on those toxic relationships. Seriously. End them once and for all. Time is a precious commodity in nursing school and the last thing you need is to deal with their crap.
6. Be in a stable relationship or none at all.
(Okay. So sometimes, I don't follow my own advice but, seriously, learn from my mistakes.) Your life is about to be turned upside down for the next 2 (or 4) years. If you are in a relationship, the person you are with needs to understand that. Be realistic and honest with them about what they can expect from you. You might miss date night because you have a paper due at 0700 the next day. You might not be able to celebrate your birthday (or worse, theirs) with them because you are at a coffee shop with your study group working on medication cards until 11pm the night before a clinical day that starts at 0630.
If you don't think that the relationship you are currently in can withstand the strain of what you are about to encounter, it is better to know that now and deal with it while you still have time than to find out the week before finals and end up failing the class (actually happened to a classmate of mine).
7. Don't get knocked up.
Girls: Get on birth control and be responsible about taking it. Not only will it keep you from getting pregnant, but your period will be more predictable (which it might not be otherwise because the stress may through your cycle off).
Guys: Buy some condoms and (if you are getting laid) use them.
Don't get me wrong. Babies are awesome. And I know several of my classmates who got pregnant during nursing school, took some time off, had their babies, and then came back to the program. And I understand that life sometimes happens and these things can't be avoided.
BUT, if it can be avoided, try. You really don't needed the added stress of a pregnancy (or a pregnancy scare...trust me on this one) right now. And just think about how much better the quality of life will be for your future children after you graduate with your new, shiny degree.
8. Get your debt under control.
Ideally, this should be done WAY before you get your letter. Nursing school is expensive and you really don't want your hard earned $$$ going to interest payments when they could be spent on something more useful, like a sweet stethoscope or the new edition of Taber's medical dictionary (or a big-ass bottle of Excedrin Migraine...because you are going to need it).
9. Take care of yourself.
If you don't already, start taking your vitamins. Eat "good-for-you" foods. Exercise.
Realistically, you probably won't do any of these things. Your diet will consist of whatever you grab in between classes from the vending machines and fast food on your way to or from clinicals. The most exercise you'll get is sprinting to class with a bizillion pound booksack and arrive only moments before the instructor locks you out for being tardy (talk about getting your heart racing).
But if you start now with some of these changes, who knows? They might actually stick.
Also, I am serious about the vitamin thing. Take 'em.
10. Take care of all that other crap.
In your excitement, you might not have read your letter closely. Read it again. Pay attention to dates. Do you need to send a letter back to the program accepting the spot they offered you? What about tuition payments, uniforms, drug screenings, background checks and all that other non-exciting/paperwork-type stuff they want you to do before you can actually start learning stuff and saving lives?
Do it early. You have worked too hard to let something like this derail your plans now.
Now it's your turn, my amazing readers.
What are you doing to prepare for the upcoming semester? Or what did you wish you had done?
Also, let me know what you would like to hear about from my vast knowledge of how to survive nursing school with (most of) your sanity intact.
Friday, December 17, 2010
It is 11:30 on a Friday night. And I am too excited to sleep.
No. Not because of Christmas (mostly because I have been quite a naughty girl this year and I doubt Santa is very happy with me).
Not because of the sweet something-something that might be brewing between me and a very attractive (and kinda kinky) rebound hook-up.
Not because I just discovered EOS Lemon Drop lip balm (which is freaking amazing and tastes delish).
No, my lovely readers. I am excited because in 6 months I will have my RN degree, pass my N-CLEX and from there, who knows?
There are so many possibilities.
Do I stay in my hometown with my family and friends? Try to find a job at one of the local hospitals where I did my clinicals while in nursing school? At least for a few years?
A few of my girlfriends are moving to New Orleans after graduation and one said she planned on getting a big place and would most likely have an extra room if I wanted to move in with her. Do I want that? I have always loved New Orleans but if I lived there, would it lose some of its magic for me?
Do I get licensed in Texas and Florida also so that I can travel at will? Do I stay in one place just long enough to get some experience and then start travel nursing so that I can see the country while I am young and without the responsibility of a husband or kids?
Do I say, "To hell with Louisiana" and take my sister up on her offer of moving in with her out in the Texan boondocks? I have always wanted to be closer to her and my nephews and that would be the perfect opportunity.
Do I work for a few years, then go for my BSN? Or my MSN? Or do I get on it right after graduation while I am use to being a broke and stressed-out student? Do I work full-time and go to school part-time? Do I want to go the online route or commute to a campus for classes?
And what do I specialize in?!? I am not crazy about the idea of being on a straight Med-Surg floor. I liked my Oncology rotation. But I LOVED L&D and could easily see myself doing that. Oh, or being a circulating nurse in surgery!
If you would have told me four years ago, when I was 18 and in the deepest depression and mental instability imaginable that I would be here today, with all these opportunities and doors opening up for me; I would never have believed you.
For the first time in a long time, I am truly happy. :-)
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
I have been eating chocolate like my life depends on it. Seriously. You can't trust anything "Willy Wonka" around me right now. I think I plowed through a whole container of double stuffed oreos by myself today.
I have been listening to the saddest music my iTunes library has to offer. it is really quite pathetic.
I have joined 3 dating websites in the past 2 days. One of the was actually reputable..well...sort of...if you consider OKCupid reputable. The other two were only joined at the insistence of a girlfriend who said, "Well, you know the best way to get over someone is to get on top of someone else." So yeah. I doubt anything meaningful will come from either of those.
Speaking of getting on top of someone else, I may or may not have bought these today with the fullest intentions of using them during rebound sex:
Monday, December 13, 2010
Why is it that there is always that one person in your life that, no matter how horribly they have treated you or how destructive they are to your emotional well-being, you always seem to forgive them?
And how is it that you can be perfectly fine, not thinking about them or how empty you feel without them, and then with one little text message your world is turned upside down again?
"I need to see you. I miss you."
My fingers refused to listen to my mind when they wrote back, "I miss you too."
I don't want to go back there again because I know that they haven't changed. I know that I would just end up getting hurt again. They still mean the world to me, but they just aren't worth the fight anymore.
But there is a tiny voice in the back of my thoughts that keeps saying, "You know you would rather fight with them than be in love with anyone else."
Sunday, December 12, 2010
This blog entry was extremely difficult for me to write and share with you all.
Please keep that in mind if you decide to comment.
I finally have had some time to process all that has happen over the past few months and I have discovered that maybe having time to think about all of it isn't the best thing for me.
This is something that has been weighing on my mind and heart for a while now. But I am not sure where to start with this story.
If you are my friend on Facebook, you might have seen this status posted a few days ago:
There is a point in life when you get tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix everything, but it's not giving up. It's realizing that you don't need certain people and their crap. [I probably won't miss you, but I will miss the person I thought you were. Take care of yourself. xoxo, E]
In January of this year, I met someone. We quickly hit it off and became very good friends. Slowly, it grow to something more than just a regular friendship.
I knew from the beginning that it was a bad idea to get involved with them. Our friendship meant the world to me and I knew that once we crossed that line, there was no way we (or at least, I) could go back to what it was before. But at first. it was easy. We were both able to separate those two parts of what we had...our friendship and our intimate relationship. No one knew about what we had because we both kept it hidden very well...not even our families or closest friends.
But as the months passed, we both began having more and more trouble with that. We started to seriously fall for each other. I honestly believed that, at one time, we truly loved each other.
Our relationship was an unhealthy one. There is no doubt in my mind about that. At times, we pushed each other and we brought out the worst in one another. We brought our bad habits and flaws, our addictions and insecurities into the relationship. Our jealously and tempers, while providing fuel to some mind-blowing moments between us, lead to our downfall.
You see, I knew that I was not the only person that they were seeing. It didn't bother me so much at first, because to be perfectly honest, I was doing the same thing. But as I did develop feelings for this person, I became faithful. They did the same thing, or at least, they said they did.
That was a lie.
It became a deal breaker between us.
So here we are.
I feel heartbroken. And betrayed. And I want nothing more than to curl up in a ball, cry, fall sleep, and wake up the next day with no more tears to shed and a heart made of steel.
But despite all the emotions swirling around in my heart and mind right now, the most pronounced one is anger. Not angry at them, mind you. I'm angry at myself. I am angry that I went against my better judgement and opened my heart to someone who couldn't be trusted.
I am angry that I didn't realized sooner that I am not a back-up plan. And I am sure as hell not a second choice.
I learned my lesson. And this will not happen again.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
And they do try to break you. The attitudes of the instructors are basically, "So, you want to be a nurse? Prove it." And then they throw you to the lions.
Friday, December 10, 2010
The main reason is because I love to see what kind of search terms lead people here. For the longest time, they were innocent enough.
"nursing student stress" or "betta fish advice"
No problem, right?
Then, something happened.
Maybe it was me and my new feature "Frisky Friday." But all of a sudden the pervs have come out of the woodwork....or the porn shop....wherever it is that perverts hide.
Dude, i don't know how "french vanilla semen" lead you to my blog, but I am sure you were sadly mistake.
Or my personal favorite "Dominatrix nurse catheterizing male penis" Fantastic. Just lovely. It does beg the question, why are you specifying that it is a male penis? I mean, did you search for this before and you came up with dominatrices dressed as nurses catheterizing female penises?
I mean, really people. There are no words right now. I am speechless.
Monday, November 15, 2010
It is time to start trimming the bullshit out of my life.
The toxic friends [and family members].
I just hope it isn't too late.
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
I just wanted to give ya'll a quick up date on how I have been doing now that I have been on Wellbutrin (bupropion 300mg xl) for a full week. I already notice the difference in my mood. I seem to be a little more level. I am not nearly as panicy as I was before (even though Wellbutrin isn't considered a medication used to treat panic disorder). Considering everyone I have talked to has said that it takes about 2 weeks for it to take full effect, I consider this to be a very good sign and am looking forward to seeing if things get any better.
There is one side effect that I have noticed though.
I have no appetite. At all.
Oh yeah, I'll be hungry. But I will put off eating so long that my body finally says "hey! What the fuck?!? Go get a damn sandwich or something!" And when I do eat, I probably won't finish it. I mean, who doesn't finish one pack of ramen?!
I just have no desire for food.
Which, being a fat chick, is very new to me.
Not that I am complaining about this or anything. I am already down like 5 pounds (in a week....which probably isn't healthy).
Monday, November 08, 2010
But if probably won't kill you to see them again.
Image from our Medical-Surgical Nursing textbook.
Image from the Maternal-Child Nursing textbook.
Friday, November 05, 2010
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
I know what you are all thinking.
"Holy Geez! Estelle, my favorite blogger, where have you been?!?! You know our lives are empty without you filling our Google Reader page with amusing and hilarious anecdotes about nursing school, your dysfunctional family, and drunken hookups."
So sorry to have disappointed you, my darlings. Life has been a tiny bit *stressful* lately.
The one good thing I can say about going through all this stress, and depression, and anxiety is that you find out who your real friends are. The people who only love you when you are your normal bright and happy self very quickly fall away. And yes, it hurts. It hurts to realize that someone you love and trusted cannot handle it whenever you have a few bad days.
So, in trying to be thankful for the difficult times in my life, I am grateful that this has shown me who is in my life because they truly care for me.
And I just got a prescription for Wellbutrin. So I'll be okay.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
And I get discouraged and I get upset and I feel hopeless and sad and hurt.
It lasts for hours and days. It makes me question everything I claimed to know and believe. It makes me question everything I thought I wanted.
And then again, just as suddenly, I feel numb again.
Things are not pretty here, my beloveds.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
I'm back, my belles.
I have missed you all so much. :-(
Things have just been so crazy lately.
Family. School. Friends. My...um...love life.
It just all seems so hectic and fucked up right now.
I cannot say that I promice I will post more often but I promise I will try.
When they said that this would be the most difficult of the nursing program, they weren't lying.
The "withdrawl date" for classes is later this week. Several people who I thought would be walking accross the stage with me in May have dropped the class and will be retaking it next semester.
People who are freaking smart. Way smarter than me.
It makes me wonder if they know something that I don't. :-(
By the way, I have a pediatric exam in about 12 hours that I still don't feel ready for.
Friday, October 01, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Whatever. Frisky Friday/Slutty Saturday. ;-)
While killing some time on one of my favorite naughty websites, Sexis, I discovered this amazing 3-part interview. Enjoy, my loves. :-)
The Sexis Interview: Mistress Mine, Part One—Birth of a Dominatrix
The Sexis Interview: Mistress Mine, Part Two—The Joy of Pain
The Sexis Interview: Mistress Mine, Part Three—Nuts and Bolts, Whips and Chains
On a more personal note, I bit the bullet and got my nipples pierced. It is probably the best decision I have made since I started drinking during weekdays. But seriously, they are awesome. I mean, my boobs were pretty damn good before but this just puts them on a whole new level.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Estelle: Lmao. Yes. This is Estelle and I did really just play "semen."
In my defence, it was a triple word score. And, if given half a chance, who wouldn't play that?
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Currently sitting in the library at the college, avoiding my textbooks like they are the plague.
Let me tell you a story.
I overslept this morning (but only slightly). I arrived at my 0730 class at 0740 and guess what? The lecture hall door was locked. yep. Fan-fucking-tastic. This is just one of the many things that bother me about my Adult Nursing 2 professor but I am hesitant to talk about them, lest they come back around and bite me in the ass.
Because i was locked out of the classroom, I had a good hour to kill before they class took a break and I could saunter in fashionably late. I did not put that hour to very good use (mostly Facebook and Words With Friends).
So, an hour goes by (blah blah blah).
I go into the lecture hall, get a hug from one of my favorite male nurses, and settle in for what I believe to be a boring lecture.
Oh, how wrong I was.
The title: "Male Reproductive Problems" or as I like to call it, "Way more dick problems than you will ever want to know able"
I walked in just in time to hear about erectile dysfunction for 2 hours, including an in depth analysis of penis pumps, cock rings, and penile implants.
I was joking with my best-lesbian-friend that, after that lecture, she might have the right idea.
But it was hands down the funniest lecture I have ever attended.
Best quote from the prof: "Rigid, or malleable, penile implants stay hard all the time. The man will always be ready for sexual intercourse. And when he doesn't want to have sex, he can just tuck it. That's what transgendered men do. They tuck it."
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
you caught me at a bad time
I don't make it a habit to blog when I am in a bad mood but i feel like I need to get this out.
I hate my pediatric rotation.
So much so that when I got home yesterday afternoon, I was wondering if it was too late to call the dean of my program and tell her that I quit. That I just cannot handle it.
I was shadowing a nurse in the pediatric intensive care unit (PICU) on Friday. One of her patients was a young boy who had osteomylitis (an infection of the bones) of the shoulder and hip and pneumonia who was on a ventilator. They couldn't keep the poor thing sedated despite him being on maxed out doses of pentobarbital, versed, fentanyl, and ketamine. He kept waking up and trying to fight the ventilator so they had his hands restrained so he wouldn't pull the tubes out.
Jesus. There were so many tubes. The one down his throat to help him breath and a nasogastric (one down his nose that runs to his stomach) so he could be fed. The Foley catheter that was in place so that he wouldn't have to be rolled over and changed so often. Two chest tubes to suction out the crap from his lungs. A PICC (peripherally inserted central catheter)line because he is going to have to be on long term antibiotic therapy as well as 2 lines placed in his femoral arteries.
All I could do was stand there and stroke his hair and tell him that it would be okay while he looked up at me with these big brown puppy-dog eyes that would flutter closed when the nurse pushed yet another dose of whatever sedation was ordered.
I felt so helpless.
He had never been sick before, never been in the hospital. A week ago, he was playing football and video games and going to school with his friends. Now he is hooked up to a machine breathing for him.
My professor came to check on me after about 3 hours of being on the unit. She asked if I was okay and I shuck my head no and that I needed to step out for a moment. She lead me out of the PICU and to a bathroom where I cried and cried and cried.
I couldn't go back.
She understood and let me stay on one of the other pediatric units until it was time to go home (nearly 6 hours later).
God and I have a strained relationship but I prayed yesterday.
I prayed that this little boy, this little 8 year old who has never done anything wrong and had never really lived doesn't remember any of this when he gets out of here.
I prayed he doesn't remember the tubes or the pain or the needles.
He'll have the scars forever but, God, please don't let him remember how much it all hurt.
I feel like I failed him.
That I wasn't strong enough to stay there with him and comfort him.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
my deepest apologies for leaving you all without a proper update for the last week or so.
Life has been hectic, to put it very mildly.
I had my first 2 exam this past week. One in Med-Surg 2 and one in OB-Peds. The Med-Surg exam didn't go so well. I walked into it knowing my shit and I walked out of it thinking that I at least made a B. When we did the test review, I realized how wrong I was. I bombed it. Like, really bombed it.
73% on a test that a 77% is the lowest passing grade.
I wouldn't be so upset about it if I had thought that I didn't know the material or if I hadn't studied enough. I studied my ass off this this crap. So, needless to say, I was highly discouraged.
My only saving graces are that the grade isn't so low that I cannot bring it back up to passing and that now I know how the professor (who will be known from here on out as Prof. Drill Sergent) structures her exams. I'll be ready for her next time.
The day after that epic failure, we had the first OB-Peds exam. Because I was just so drained from the mental defeat the day before, I really didn't even study for it. Honestly. I reviewed the material a little before class (in between crying in my car and telling a few of my study buddies "Fuck nursing school. I am just going to move to New Orleans and become a dominatrix").
That is a C+. On a test I didn't even study for.
What kind of crap is that?
Friday, September 10, 2010
I have been a bit down this morning so all I have been doing is drinking French vanilla coffee and shopping for sex toys online. And with that, I bring you the latest installment of *Frisky Friday*.
Source: unknown :-(
And Mary Roach presents *10 Things You Didn't Know About Orgasms* on TED. An entertaining, informative, and highly enlightening presentation by the author of "Bonk."
Monday, September 06, 2010
I hope you all have had a happy and safe labor day weekend and that you enjoy your Monday off.
I, on the other hand, have spent the past two days studying for my exams on Tuesday and Wednesday...which has been less than fun. But today, I am going to a girlfriend's house for BBQ and some more studying.
Wish me luck, loves
Saturday, September 04, 2010
The 12 hour shift in OB on Thursday and the 4 hour rotation in the NICU on Friday.
The day started with a bit of a shock. The first neonate I saw when I walked into the unit was premature at 24 weeks. That is really early. Like, really freaking early. So early that if the babe had been born just a few days before, the doctors would have had no options at all. It is called the age of viability and she just made the cut. She weighed less than 2 pounds and, honestly, didn't even look real. She was just so tiny. I will never be able to forget her hands. Those tiny, tiny fingers and little nails.
One of the babies (an 8 month old who had been there from the day he was born) fell into respiratory distress while we were there. His oxygen saturation level dropped all the way to 35% (average for the NICU is 85%-95%...anything over 95% can cause oxygen toxicity and damage the eyes). His respirations fell to 13 breaths per minute (average for neonates is 40-60). The doctor and nurses were still working on him when we left so I don't know exactly what happened but I think they were getting him stabilized. I overheard someone say that he is going to need a trach tube placed.
But it wasn't all scary/sad.
The nurses were awesome. Again. Maybe it is just that hospital? I love it.
I held a baby and spoke to her about presurgical antibiotic prophylaxis and its pharmacological and nursing implications. I don't think the baby understood any of it but it helped me review for my exam next week and her heart rate went from tachycardia to normal while I was talking so I must have been doing something right.
I needed this. I needed a reminder about why I am working so hard for this nursing degree.
It isn't for the money (God knows nurses aren't paid what they are worth).
It isn't for the job security (the market is bad everywhere).
It isn't for the doctors or cute male nurses (Well......okay....that is just an added perk).
It is because I love it. The hospital. The knowledge. The adrenaline rush when I get something right or help someone when they are at one of the lowest points of their life.
I just needed to be reminded of how much I love it.
So, my darlings, as of right this very moment, I am happy and I feel like for once I am doing exactly what I am suppose to be doing.
Thursday, September 02, 2010
Here's what happened:
- My patient was amazing today. So freaking sweet. It was unbelievable. Despite the fact that she was in pain from her c-section and that her baby couldn't be in the room with her because he was in the NICU for being a bit too early (babies are usually born around the 40th week).
- I watched one of my classmate's patients have a vaginal birth. It was disgusting but also so fascinating to watch. It was the mom's first baby and her sister and mother were there with her and they were all crying tears of joy. To see how happy it made them was a beautiful thing.
- I gave an IM injection today (my first!). Did it perfectly. Although, I almost fucked up by trying to recap the blunt needle (the needle that is used to draw the medication up in the syringe...it is changed to a new needle for the actual injection) in front of the instructor but I caught myself. Placed the cap on the counter and scooped it up with the needle. The instructor saw it, smiled, and made the comment, "Caught that, huh?"
- The charge nurse on the unit overheard me reporting to my primary nurse that my patient was having breakthrough pain despite receiving Percocet 3 hours ago and asking if there was anything else we could do for her. They went to check on the patient and okayed Demerol. Later, the charge nurse told me that she was glad I reported it and that I was going to be a great nurse. Woah. What? Me? A great nurse?....I like the sound of that. :-)
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Just wanted to give ya'll a quickie so you wouldn't think I had forgotten about you (as if I ever could).
Tomorrow is OB clinicals...again...0630 to 1830. Just tomorrow and next week and then our group switches to pediatrics. Meh. Not sure how to feel about it yet.
But tomorrow night, I am going out to dinner with the maternal unit. Which might be fun...or it could suck balls. I'll let you know.
Friday, I am at the NICU (neonatal intesive care unit). Babies. Sick babies. :-( But it is only 4 hours so I should be okay.
I bought a new cover for my Ipod...it is pick..and I love it. I know, I know. I am not really a pink kinda girl but I needed a new one and they didn't have purple or green.
My aunt asked my mother if I have been on Facebook lately because she hasn't seen me post anything in the past few weeks. Hmmm. That's odd. I am sure that it has nothing to do with me placing her on a restricted list on my Facebook page so she can't see any of my wall post. And if it was because of that, I am sure it wasn't caused by the fact that she jump my ass about wanting a tattoo and telling my friends who encouraged the idea that I was risking Hep B & C if I go through with it. yeah. I am sure that has nothing to do with it.
Frisky Friday might come a day early this week. I have 2 exams next week and the partner-in-crime wants to get together Friday afternoon after I get out so we can study/"study" so I might not be able to get to it Friday afternoon and/or be too out of it from a combination of exhaustion and Red Bull to figure out how to work a computer.
Do you guys think you could do me a favor? Go tell Callie Ann that she is not weird or closed off for liking to be alone. I would tell her myself but considering that I am a little weird and closed-off in addition to me liking/tolerating being alone, it wouldn't mean that much coming from me.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
I should be doing care plans but nope.
Just so damn tired.
Here's how my week went:
On Monday, I spent some time in the nursing practice lab with my best-lesbian-friend/classmate. She took photos of me inserting a Foley catheter into one of the manikins. I desperately want to post it on Facebook but decided against it. She also dubbed me the "Vagina Whisperer" because she was not able to insert the Foley into this particular manikin, despite her in depth and much more expansive knowledge of the female anatomy.
Tuesday and Wednesday: Class. Blah.
Thursday was my first OB clinical of the semester. 0630 to 1830. Holy goodness, it was a long day.
I watched a c-section and saw a baby come into the world. There really is no way to describe something like that. For the rest of this child's life, I will have been one of the people to have seen him take his first breath. There is something surreal about that.
I inserted a Foley Catheter on a real live human being (a female...thank God for the practice time) and I rocked that shit.
But it wasn't all peaches.
I took a xanax (it was only a 0.25 mg and I have a prescription so don't start bitching) at the beginning of the shift and at about noon it wore off. Things started to go down hill from there. I failed miserably at starting an IV and that made me feel like crap for the rest of the day. One of my male classmates was worried about me. He said that I looked like I would start freaking out any second.
There was a simple explanation for that, love.
I was about to start freaking out at any second.
I was just starting to get so overwhelmed. Sensory overload. I was trying to ward off a panic attack in post conference and I even shed a tear but I don't think anyone saw that.
As we were all parting ways, he and my instructor approached me and asked if everything was okay. My voiced cracked as I said that I just needed to go home and decompress for a little bit. As soon as I got into the car, I broke down and started bawling. It was just too much to deal with all at once.
I mean, it was so weird. Nothing terrible happened. No one died. But yet I still had a freak out.
Just then, I got a call from the partner in crime. She wanted to know if I needed to chill for a bit. Have I mentioned how much I love this girl? Seriously. I am convinced we have a psychic connection or something because no one can read me as well as she can.
I went home, showered, packed a few books knowing damn well i wasn't going to do any studying and she came by the house and picked me up. We drove around and talked for a while. I was able to vent and cry and she just sat there and listened to me. Then we stopped at a convenience store and bought a bottle of Seagrams 7 (yeah, I know. But neither of us have the money for Crown Royal right now). The night just kind of went from there. I drunk texted a few old flames to no avail (probably a good thing).
Now, this is a little off-topic, but I think it needs to be said. If I just met you, like literally just found out your name less than 2 minutes ago, don't whip your dick out and try to press it against my hip. I mean, come on. Really? What the fuck do you expect me to do? And especially don't get pissed off at me when I laugh at the size of your junk. I don't know what you expected my reaction to be but I am sure that wasn't it. But humiliation is a good teaching tool and, as long as you are not as stupid as you look, you won't make the same mistake with the next girl.
Friday, August 27, 2010
A new feature on Word Lust?
Why, yes it is. :-)
I am not entirely sure in what direction I want this blog to go. I mean, I want it to be about my life as a nursing student but that isn't the only aspect of my life (even though the college tries to make it so). I consider nursing school something that I do, it is not who I am.
So, that being said, I am going to try and incorporate a few new fun features into this blog. This is just the first.
I got the idea from the amazing Meg over at Adventures of a Chapstick Pezbian. She does Wordless Wednesdays (which are really cool, by the way). So I thought, "Hey, Frisky Fridays sound like a good idea."
And here we are.
Every Friday (or most Fridays, should I say), I will be posting something I think is sexy, fun, and maybe even educational. It might be a link to an article that I found to be enlightening or a collage, like the one above from My Ego Will Kill You.
But I promise that I won't be posting any sexually explicit images because, let's be honest, I see too much penis and vagina on a daily basis anyway.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
It was so much fun and great to see her. We sang Taylor Swift's "Picture to Burn" at max volume while drinking ice tea and messing with cute guys in pick-up trucks at red lights.
Between stopping by the video store (which actually turned out to be a porn and toy shop) and going to a tattoo shop to see if they carried vibrating tongue rings, we realized how much we missed each other over the summer.
This is going to be an interesting semester.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
So, as all of you know, we nursing students are a bunch of deviant freaks. Yeah. I found out just how much today.
I have been a good girl my whole life. Seriously. I mean, I didn't even start drinking until after I turned 21 (which doesn't seem like a big deal but when you consider the group of druggies and alcoholics I am related to, you would understand).
But lately, I have been wanting to throw caution to the wind and do something wild and reckless. Like going sky diving, buying a pet snake named Rasputin, or getting my tongue pierced.
I was talking to my partner-in-crime and another one of friends (a male classmate). We were talking about how she accidental swallowed the ball to her tongue ring that morning and had to use the ball from her belly button ring to keep it from falling out. I turned to her and said, "Speaking of piercings, you are coming with me to do that thing, right?"
She said, "Oh, hell yeah."
The guy said, "Wait. What are ya'll doing? Is Estelle getting her nipples pierced?"
I must have turned three different shades of red while the PIC laughed out loud.
He laughed and said not to worry about it, that he had been there and done that. He actually just took the nipple rings out over the summer and let them close up. But then he said, 'Yeah, I got the nipples pierced along with the three Prince Alberts all in the same night."
Excuse me? Three? Wow.
All I have to say is, how did I miss all the good stuff when I did his mock physical assessment during Fundamentals?
So, my loves. Nip piercings. What say you? Yay or nay?
I am exhausted. Seriously. It is only the second day of classes. I had seminars all day tomorrow and Friday. OSHA videos and tons upon tons of paperwork to finish. Also we have a dosage calculations exam on Friday along with a few clinical skills check-offs. Fanfuckingtastic.
I guess the stress is starting to get to me earlier this semester than usual. This after noon I came home after class and had lunch (mmmm...comfort food, thy name is grilled cheese). After finishing some medication cards for medications used in OB and downing two Snickers bars (don't judge me), I promptly passed out and had one hell of a nightmare.
I dreamed that I was in the pediatric unit of the hospital, working with a child and his mother. We were getting along amazingly. The child, despite being sick, seemed happy and the mom and I even exchanged cell phone numbers because we wanted to keep in touch after the child left the hospital (a total no-no in nursing school....keep work and personal life miles apart) because she wanted to be friends (she was in her early 30s). We were standing at the nurse's station, chatting about something when she said, "Oh, my husband's here." I look behind me at only to see WhatsHisName exiting the elevator. Our eyes met. He looked very surprised, to say the least, to see me talking to his wife.
That was when I woke up. Holy geez. It had me shaking.
Even though it freaked me out, I kind of wished I knew how it ended. I mean, did his wife find out about us? Did I tell her? Did me and WhatsHisName end up making out in the supply closet?
I need to know what kind of person my subconscious thinks I am.