One of the reasons that most state boards of nursing require clinical time along with the book learning is for this very reason. It's one thing to memorize and learn this information. It's quite another to apply it to clinical situations. I promise that after you've had a couple of patients who come in with all the full blown symptoms of hypo
glycemia you won't forget them, especially after you've touched the sweaty skin of someone who is hypoglycemic or attempted to carry on a conversation with someone who has a blood sugar of 40. You'll remember those experiences more so than the words "diaphoretic" or "confused" on the page of a book. Those raging hormones surging through you at the time you experience these things in clinical situations are the glue that cement the information into those gray cells, but good! Don't throw your textbooks away after you graduate. You'll still want to refer to them again and again after you are on the job. We all had to.
This poem I'm posting below is to help you remember one of the symptoms of hyper
glycemia--polyuria, or frequent urination. Make sure you read it to the very end for the punch line. Have a laugh and good luck in your second semester!
PETE, THE PIDDLING PUP
A farmer's dog once came to town,
His Christian name was Pete,
His pedigree was two yards long,
His looks were hard to beat.
And as he trotted through the town,
'Twas beautiful to see,
His work on every corner -
His work on every tree.
For he watered every gateway,
And he never missed a post,
For piddling was his masterpiece,
And pissing was his boast.
The city dogs stood looking on
With deep and jealous rage,
To see a simple country dog
The piddler of the age.
They sniffed him over one by one,
They sniffed him two by two,
And noble Pete in high disdain
Stood still 'til they were through.
Then Pete to show the city dogs he didn't give a damn,
Walked into the grocer shop and piddled on the ham-
Piddled on the onions,
Piddled on the floor,
And when the grocer kicked him out,
He piddled on the floor.
So all the dogs from far and wide,
Decided what they'd do,
They'd have a piddling carnival
And see the stranger through.
They'd show him all the piddling posts
They knew around the town,
Then started off with many winks,
To wear the stranger down.
For they called the champion piddlers
Who were always on the go,
Who sometimes have a piddling comp
Or hold a piddling show.
They sprang these on him suddenly
When halfway through the town,
But Pete just piddled on and on
And wore their champions down.
For Pete was with their every trick
With vigor and with vim,
A thousand piddles more or less
Were all the same to him.
And on and on went noble Pete
To water every sandhill
Till all the city champions
Were piddled to a standstill.
Then Pete, an exhibition gave
Of all the ways to piddle,
Like double drips and fancy flips
And now and then a dribble.
And all this while the country dog
Did never wink or grin,
But piddled blithely out of town
As he had piddled in.
The city dogs said,"So long, Pete,
Your piddling did defeat us."
But no one ever put them wise -
Poor Pete had diabetes.