I woke up this morning to my one and only ringtone of TI and Usher, “My Life, Your Entertainment”….which always makes me feel like I am straight thuggin….in the best way. I didn’t fall asleep til 5am something. I am pretty much staying on my nights schedule throughout the week. It is becoming easier. That way I don’t have to switch back and forth, making me more tired. Back to my ringing phone already…so my phone is ringing and I look and recognize the number from the School of Nursing, so I answered. I paused a moment to be able to answer in my best most awake voice, even though it was a total farce. I answered the phone and it was my clinical faculty for transitions. There was a group conference today, and I was 30 minutes late of course. I had totally forgotten and had planned on sleeping until 430pm. Or that was what time I had my alarm set for. GEEZ. I am so glad that i answered my phone, otherwise I would have to do some 6 hour research assignment bull or something ridiculous like that. OH BROTHER. When I got off the phone with my clinical faculty I had to log on immediately to the group discussion, and there are about 9 nursing students total in my group, and every week we give a summary of the past weeks clinical experiences to our group. By the time I logged on 7/9 had already talked about there week, and I just had to jump right in and talk about my week with my sleepy voice, and my retainer in.
So unprofessional, so embarrassing.
So grateful that Dr. clinical instructor woke me up, and had me log on.
So grateful for the ability to hear Usher and TI, and the fact that it startled me to awakeness.
so bless’t.
I am back at my clinical tonight, and I am so excited because my preceptor, for the sake of privacy we will call her – Pauline. No one has been named that since the days of little house on the prairie, so you will never guess her real name, or her identity. Take that identity thieves….anyway so Pauline is Catholic. She gave up any sort of sweet treat for Lent. But on Saturday night, at the stroke of midnight when it becomes Sunday…she will turn into a pumpkin. No she will be able to have treats again. So we, and by we I mean I, am going to make it into a treat party. HOLLAR!
So grateful for easter and cavities.
God Bless America.
God Bless Justin Bieber.
Those are just 2 of the things I am really grateful to have in my life right now, Justin Bieber and his music, and America.
Knock this country til you are blue in the face if you want….BUT there are so many good things about it, I am not going to go into all the detz.
I will just say that I have a close friend from the School of Nursing that is doing her clinical transition in labor and delivery on a unit and Uganda. She sends weekly updates, and they are terrifying.
I am so proud of her and what she is doing. Don’t get me wrong….but I am grateful to be here in the states…where we have supplies at the hospital, and the women aren’t expected to bring their own razor to cut the umbilical cord, or a plastic sheet called a cadera – to sit on when they give birth, and get penalized by the midwives and nursing students when they don’t bring them. To me it sounds so scary. The Ugandan nursing students sound like a nightmare. They just watch the laboring women from a distance, and don’t help them, or try to comfort them while they are laboring, and when there is an emergency situation they just laugh at the women who just might be dying. The women are not allowed to have any one with them through the delivery, and my friend has delivered multiple babies are her own already. When I read about what is going on with her, it makes me count my blessings that I can take a bus to the hospital, with little to no fear that there will be a political riot on my way there, and that there won’t be any tear gas going off in route, and that I am not expected to deliver a baby alone, and that when I call for help SOMEONE will come to my aid, promptly.
Alls I’m trying to say is, it’s good to step back and count your blessings.
No offense to the Ugandan labor and delivery unit that they are serving on….I am just not ready for that type of experience in my nursing career right now, and I am so glad to be at JHH.
I love everyone, and everyone deserves a chance to be offered an epidural and get one if they are so inclined, and not be laughed at while they are giving birth in a really scary situation. AMEN.
Love my girl, and I am so proud of her. Please send her and my 2 other classmates your prayers as they finish their Ugandan adventure.
Watch this best 90s clip from my so-called life. I seriously loved the show, why’d it have to end so soon? RIP. I am a sucker for teen dramaz and I don’t know why. Teen at heart? of course.
I watch this boy, Ricky, dance on this clip and I feel like that it is a very similar situation to when I dance. Really intense, and the people around don’t know what to do, because I am having such a good time.
love you all,
meliss.
