Nursing School Chronicles ~ Student Nurses are a delicious tasty treat.

Did I mention nutrious?  Nah.....we eat too much junk and crap to be nutrious as well.

Well I hope you brought the cheese.   I have a little whine.

I think my nursing notes blow chunks.  Most nursing notes are charting by exception meaning for example:

Instead of saying in the notes this was Normal, that was normal.....you chart what was not so normal.  Such as.....Pt's head was 3 times the size of body.  OR more accurately....PT's head was "x" cm in diameter.  (You know I am crazy when giving examples.)

So I had a GREAT clinical instructor this weekend.  She is tough but not intimidating.  (besides I intimidate myself well enough).  She actually helps and doesn't hurt.  It is evident she is helping us toward our goals.  I love that.  I am almost in tears of appreciation.  

It is in great contrast to our lecture instructors.  The lead is a WONDERFUL teacher.  Great teaching style.  I learn so much when she is there.  But the problem is.....I feel like we are an all you can eat nursing student buffet and she is very hungry.  I will not list my complaints.  I don't like to dwell.  But for perspective there are two instructors.  One tells us chapter 31 - 36 will be one the test.  The test arrives and it is actually 31-34 plus chapters 66 and 67.  90% of the questions are on 66 and 67.  Then you are told that you were aware that they would eventually be there so you should have studied in anticipation.  Makes you want to cry.  But the cruelty of it is that she is a great teacher....but the main thing we are learning are how large amounts of stress can increase the size of ulcers......from a personal perspective.

Whatever.  I know that it is like this everywhere.  But wow.  It has me reconsidering my choice of profession for 1 hour each day.  Which is totally wrong.  Because I could have the worst clinical day ever.....be bathed in poo, smacked around, berated, walk a patient in circles the whole shift.....and yet and still......I will walk away with a satisfaction and happiness in my heart.  So I KNOW that this is what I want to do.  No doubts.  That the self doubt and that the question pops into my mind because of this experience.  Well it stinks worse than being bathed in poo. 

No worries.  I will fill my psychosocial needs in other ways.  But I had to get it all out before my head became 3 times the size of my body.  eesh!

PS Miss you all.