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| I wrote words, but they sounded a lot better in my head then out through my fingers.
Goal finished: 100 books in a year.
Nursing 3: done, thank goodness.
Sickness: still taking the dayquil and alternating with tea, tons of tea
Blogging: fail, I still have a ton to write about but I have no motivation to do anything!
Remind me to blog about my year... to end this year off.
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| You know what's really bad? When you're so lazy, you can't even blog about it.
So much for blogging more often.
I get overwhelmed with the amount of stuff floating around in my head, too much to think about, to actually put out in words.
But I think i want to rant a little bit about my clinical this semester. Cause it's almost over, time to let it out and over with. Tomorrow I get my clinical schedule for next semester, and I'm already excited and happy to be done with this year!
Clinical was.. well... I learned more last semester. My clinical last semester at Saint B's was the best. Comparing it with this semester, and the newness of nursing 1, last semester was the best. I definitely learned the most last semester. Having a tough professor last semester preparing me for my awful professor this semester. I understand how some prof have different teaching methods, but this time, not so good at all.
I gave medications to one patient once this semester. I gave meds to both my patients every single time I was on the floor last semester.
Overlook is not the best hospital, they wouldn't let us, the lovely students, to rotate to other areas of the floor like every other hospital allows. Well, life isn't fair.
There's more things I can talk about, about how horrible it was; the prof showing up half an hour late, responding to emails: well, never responding to emails, uncommunicative and all.
Once I get over the awfulness of it, it wasn't actually that bad. It's really amazing how your attitude changes how you think. If I was happy, about going to Overlook, from the beginning, I wouldn't have THIS much to complain about, sure I would have had some, but not as much, I think.
I do like clinical, I really do, even though I probably don't want to work in a hospital for years on end, I like taking care of patients, working for the patient, giving meds, assessments, looking up diagnoses, looking up medications. I do like that aspect.
I wish my attitude about this semester had been different since the beginning, and I didn't realize it until to late to make a difference.
I skipped clinical the week after our third exam, because I was so fed up with it. I had two more weeks left to be in the hospital, so I would make up my time then, my missed patients and assignments. But, since my prof like's to skip clinical as much as we do, we don't get those last two weeks, which is fine by me, but I'm a little disappointed I missed my last opportunity to have clinical experience. (Even though my skip day was spent with two very good friends :P)
Missing out kinda stinks. But it's easy to get over it. Oh well.
I still wish my attitude was different since the beginning. But it's a good thing I enjoy doing my job in clinical, making me someone my prof pointed out when he complimented my report at post conference four weeks ago. I can thank my prof from last semester for teaching us how to give a quick report well, with lots of details. That's one thing that's good that came out of clinical, being the top of my class! woohoo!
There's another good thing that came out of clinical, I made a new friend, woo Patti! And she basically is the one who allowed me to make the decision to go to Urbana this year, which I never thought I would go to. I'm really thankful for that.
I'm glad this semester is over, just about. Last assignments done, two exams left to take, massive amounts of studying to undertake still. 22 different units of material to over for the final exam, not looking to going through thousands of notecards. I'm enjoying it, though, I have really no idea why my favorite topics so far was cardiac, insanely hard material, and cancer, what we're learning now, also pretty hard. I would still rather be reading books, (read 96, out of my goal of 100: http://listography.com/karenlydia/books/books_ive_read_in_2009), but I know what my job is.
Since the beginning of this semester I realized I wasn't doing my job, my job right now is full time student, part time babysitter and ythgrp leader. I try to do my job first, but I forgot, from the beginning, until my mom reminded me a couple weeks ago, that I need to do my job the best was that I can, but I know I haven't, I've tried pretty hard, but not as hard as I can. Unfortunately, what is that limit, of as hard as you can? I still don't know.
God has definitely been working on my heart in that matter, of knowing who I am, where I'm supposed to be, and supposed to be doing, right now, where I am. Right now it's school, and I need to be making the most of it.
Can't go back in time and redo this semester, but I have to remind myself about all that I learned for next semester, my last semester at this lovely school, with these same lovely people /endsarcasm.
There's a lot of wishful thinking in here, but it just takes hard work, which I should go do.. now.
Now that I've bared my mind for all to read, here goes...
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| Being a nursing student, I get to see and read about some really weird and strange surgical procedures. Some bizarre ones, some surgeries that you just have to wonder, like how in the world did they discover this? Or why was this created in the first place?
I just found a surgery that is really strange. It makes me wonder, just.. what ?what where they thinking? Does this even work?
Cardiomoplasty, a type of surgery that uses the latissimus dorsum muscle, a large, flat, dorso-lateral muscle on the trunk, posterior to the arm, and partly covered by the trapezius on its median dorsal region, that muscle is taken, dissected free of it's distal insertion and is wrapped around the heart.
Wait... what? They take a muscle, and wrap it around the heart?
I kept reading...
For the next two months, after the muscle is wrapped around the heart, the muscle is stimulated with increasing frequency until it can contract in synchrony with each heartbeat. Six months after surgery, effects of an enhanced cardiac output should be evident.
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This blows my mind.
But apparently this procedure has produced poor results.
NO WONDER!
Ha.. ha... so strange. The medical world is just weird sometimes.
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| I've tried this sooo many times.. how do you get back to writing when you don't have time?
Easy.. procrastination!
I really don't want to study, to work like I've been working these past couple of days, it's been intense. School is intense. In tents.. woo.
I have some specific topics that I want to write about, but I just can't get them out... these are what they are, but it's hard to actually sit down and write them out.
1. Edylady
2. First meal in India
3. Complaining about clinical
4. Thought process of doing things..
I just can't sit down and do it. Yet.
Yesterday I spend the afternoon baking 4 apple pies with my mom. A couple weekends ago we went apple picking and got four bags of apples. My mom spent the next day making apple sauce, and yesterday she made some more apple sauce.
I've grown up on homemade apple sauce from my grandparents apple trees. Those trees have died now, thanks to buggies, and my grandfather not spraying them or anything like that. But I still remember going to their house, and their woods, and picking apples off the trees, my grandmother having a knife and just slicing pieces off for us to eat. Always slicing them open so as to not bite into anything that wasn't an apple of course.
Thanks to having homemade apples sauce all the time, store bought is horrendous, I'll eat it, but it's just not good, I like the real thing.
That goes with jam too, I love homemade strawberry jam, another tradition our family has, thanks to my hard working mother, she's been the one to strawberry pick and jam in the hot month of July. Though, I did it too when I was younger, now I just go hide in the woods all summer long.
I love homemade things like that.
Thanksgiving and Christmas are filled with homegrown potatoes, or green beans, of course homemade applesauce, and others too. We always joke that one day we'll get our own wild turkeys too with my cousins bbgun.
Here's my lovely pie that I know you'll want a piece of. :)
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| Well, I've been at camp for three weeks now. And it's been a lot of fun.
Precamp was good, I feel like I spent most of my time in the trees, belaying people down the zipline, or just climbing up trees to jump for the trapeeze, it was pretty fun. But also a lot of work in preparing camp, I cleaned a lot of washhouses. Between mother daughter, and family camp, I cleaned a lot of washhouses, with Rachel mostly, it was great.
I had my first week of campers this past week. It was great. We only had 12 campers in the 5th and 6th graders, I had 6 of them in my cabin called chipmunk. I loved them all, we had a really fun week, and my girls really got to know each other a lot better throughout the week.
I got a teach archery to 2 of my campers and one of the other trailblazers. They were really good at achery after first day, and then I pretty much watched them, and added up their score together.
I've been running a bit too. I ran a couple times during precamp, and once during last week. It's been fun, and creepy to run down the davignon road, and then pickup trucks come rasing around the bends, at 635 in the morning.
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