So halfway through first semester. Good grades so far. Lots of reading, quizzes, power points, skills videos, lab time, and we just did our last clinical on the medsurg unit. Talk about being thrown to the wolves!
I did my first ever foley DC on a REAL person, the day after I did it on SIM-WOMAN. I squatted down, looked at the bag and the hard plastic drainage thingy and tried to figure out how I could make that look like the bag in our lab. Squeezed my eyes shut, opened them. No dice. It was totally foreign to me still. I had no idea how to drain the hard plastic thingy. My instructor bent down and lifted the hard plastic thingy and it drained into the bag. OK I could figure this out. I have no idea how I got through it, it seemed like it took an hour but it was only a couple minutes. Now that I've done it, I will remember how to do it next time.
Did the Interpersonal Process Recording assignment. Had no idea how every sentence you speak can be labeled as therapeutic communication or a therapeutic communication block. I now overanalyze every word out of my friends and family's mouths...... "BLOCK." "Good opening statement." "Closed ended question... that's a BLOCK." They are doing this
a lot. Have to do a head to toe assessment on a classmate next week and videotape it. The grading rubric on that looks like a black ops strategy plan. I'm dreaming about messing up and bursting out in maniacal laughter
in the middle of taping and everyone will say "She finally snapped. I knew she would eventually." We also have a nutrition assessment due soon. Hard to get started on that while the federal government locked down the USDA website, since we need that for our assignment. I was slightly bummed when the government reopened. Thought we might get a reprieve on that assignment, but no. Thanks, Obama.
Then there is the elderly assessment project on an elderly person in my community, the assessment due on someone in my community with a chronic disease, and all the miscellaneous tests and quizzes, and then...... FINALS. That will mark the end of my first semester as a nursing student. My brain is fried, but I have learned so much..... most importantly, that a PBJ sandwich cannot survive in the bottom of my clinical bag.