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My first clinical experience was in a rehabilitation and nursing home, and it was amazing. I was more than a little nervous and apprehensive about it, as I've never had any kind of experience in the field before, but I loved it. The skills we learned during our fundamentals, like hand washing, changing bedding, and giving a bed bath, were some of the tasks we did there. I was also lucky enough to have my instructor allow me to give an insulin injection to a patient. There was, however, a significant amount of down time, in which we looked at our patient's chart in order to complete the care plan. We got to observe the wound care nurse, physical therapist, and other nurses provide care as well. The things I learned in fundamentals as well as my health assessment really helped me with my patient, as we also had to perform a head to toe assessment on our patient. I'm looking forward to my next clinical site, which will be a hospital.
I just finished, and the end couldn't come fast enough. It was the busiest semester I've ever had. Like you all mentioned, making sure to write everything down on a calendar helps a lot. My planner was my life. I also recommend a study group, which also greatly helped me. Even if it's just one person, it helps having someone to talk things out with. If you don't fully understand something, there's a good chance someone else does, and vice versa. My class really relied on each other for motivation and studying. There is so much reading, you really need to schedule time for it and keep up. That's the biggest thing I can say. If your professor emphasizes something, as ours did, highlight it, star it, throw a post-it down, anything to make sure you know that particular piece of information. Honestly, you're going to spend all of your time, and I mean all of it, studying and doing assignments. That's just the reality. It's going to be super stressful, but if you stay focused it'll be fine.
Once I stopped worrying and thinking about all I had to do in the coming weeks and just focused on getting through the assignments and readings for the day, it felt less overwhelming. If you get confused, lost, or are unsure, ask for help. See the professor after class or during office hours. Ask a classmate to explain it. Don't wait until you fall behind because it'll be impossible to catch up. In the end, though, trust me when I say it feels GREAT finishing your finals on the last day, knowing you made it through it all. It's all worth it. Best of luck!
Thank you all for the replies and well wishes; I appreciate them. I understand what some of you are saying about nursing school and the profession adding salt to the wound, if you will, but I know if I don't try to succeed at it, I'll regret it. Nursing is something my heart really is in. It makes me feel good to be learning how to help and take care of others, which is why I have a hard time understanding why the rest of me isn't feeling that happiness. However, I will definitely look into alternatives and take the suggestions given into consideration because if it turns out I cannot be a nurse, I would at the very least like to be in the medical field helping in some way.
I will also see what I can find on my school's policies on accomodation, though I'm a bit embarrassed to have to bring that up to my advisor. I'm not looking for special treatment and I don't want to be viewed differently because of this. I work very hard to maintain my grade point average, but at the same time, if something can help, it's worth a try. I feel a bit better knowing there are others going through similar experiences. Not in the misery loves company way, but rather it's nice knowing I'm not the only one feeling this way, even if I don't know any of you personally. I do plan on getting back on track, and again, thank you all for your comments.
Let me just say that I am 24 years of age, which is relatively young. I first noticed something was wrong with me when I was about 12 or 13 years old. I suffered alone, though, because I had no idea what it was and my parents didn't think anything of it. Long story short, I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder, borderline personality disorder, and anxiety disorder at age 16.
That's a lot of disorder for a 16 year old and I was terrified. I had no idea what any of that meant and I was more than a little concerned. Once explained, the problem was that I didn't want to stay on medication. After a certain amount of time, I assumed I was "better" because I felt better. After a few more visits, my doctors would phase me off of them.
The thing is, sometimes I'll wake up and just be super happy. I'll have so much energy and feel like I can do anything. I'll be excited and looking forward to my future, thinking that everything was going to be fluffy bunnies and rainbows. I'd do all this work, clean, organize everything, and literally love life.
The extreme difference in my thought process and emotions used to freak me out because I couldn't understand why I was suddenly happy and believing everything was golden when just yesterday I couldn't get out of bed.
I started realizing the pattern, though, and know these happy days never last, so when they come along I enjoy them. It's a welcome relief from the pain, never-ending negative thoughts, and sporadic mood swings.
I try so hard to stay positive and stable. I thought once I found out what I wanted to do with my life and placed myself in a healthier environment, I would be alright. I was so happy and excited to be starting nursing school.
I had finally found my place.
I love my classes, I'm soaking up as much knowledge as I can, and it's just fun. It's a lot of work, but I love it. It's so interesting and amazing and I was hoping everything was going to work this time.
Only it all started to fall apart again, just like it always does. I sink down into this big black hole, and it's unbelievably dark. I can't function or concentrate on anything. I don't eat, I can't sleep. I just lie in bed in sort of a coma, for lack of a better word. I feel so worthless and hopeless.
I don't understand it, either, because I was just doing well the other day, happy as a clam, and suddenly it's all gone. I can't even remember what it felt like to be okay.
Now I'm struggling just to get my assignments in on time. I don't even want to think about what grades I'll be getting because I'm pretty sure I'm incoherent in most of my answers and explanations. I don't want to ruin this for myself because I know getting kicked out of nursing school would make me feel even worse and send me deeper down. I just don't get it.
I've made positive changes that make me happy and I'm still battling the same issues. I'm considering going back on medication and hopefully finding a proper combination and dosage so I can focus and concentrate on my classes again.
I'm terrified these disorders are going to ruin my life. I feel completely out of control.
My emotions and moods have a mind of their own and I just can't get it together. I'm also debating whether or not to try therapy again. I never stick with it, though, because I can never be completely honest with the person, compliments of my severe trust issues. Time will tell, I suppose.
I guess I'm just wondering if anyone else has had some of the same issues. I'd love advice or to hear what works for you. At this point, I'm willing to try anything and everything I haven't already.
Congratulations on finishing your first semester! Enjoy the break, and good luck in Jan.
I had an appointment with my student advisor to talk about my program plan, which is basically the general overview of what classes I'm going to take each semester from now until graduation. I have, what students further along in the program call, "The Trifecta". It includes Fundamentals, Pathophysiology, and Health Assessment all at once, in the same semester. One student said he ended up failing Fundamentals and had to retake it because it was so much. The general consensus was that you have a ton of reading and have to have an incredible amount of focus on each, one ends up not getting as much attention. I have to say, it has me a bit terrified. I'm not a slacker by any means and my time management skills are decent, but it's supposed to be horribly hard.
With that being said, I was just wondering if anyone had any experience with these courses and how they managed to study, complete assignments, keep your sanity, etc. Any advice and strategies that worked for you would be greatly, and I mean greatly, appreciated. I'm not scheduled to take these three until September, so I'm hoping to use the time until then to master study skills, find out what works for me, improve my note-taking, and just keep myself from having a nervous breakdown.
I went with a friend to the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. (Funny side note: It was super crowded and there was a long line we stood in that was mostly girls. We didn't think much of it until, after 20 minutes, an employee happened to walk down mentioning that it was the line for the bathroom. Needless to say, we felt quite idiotic). Anywho, the next day, or rather later that day, I had to work 7am to 5pm. Can you say venti triple shot cafe mocha? I did. Twice.
I was in school when I heard the news. A lot of students and professors were watching live feeds on computers and crying. I managed to keep the tears at bay until I got home and watched the news. They were interviewing a pastor at the community church who talked about a little boy who was told his sister wouldn't be coming home. He said the boy just asked, "Who am I going to play with now"? I just broke down. I can't imagine the pain of those affected and their families. It's overwhelming and I can't wrap my brain around it. So close to Christmas, too. My thoughts and prayers are with them all. Cherish every moment with those you love and never take it for granted because you just never know what will happen. You always think it will never happen to you or to your community, until it does. God Bless.
No! I will not tell Santa you want appreciation and a lighter patient load this Christmas. Write a letter like everyone else.
It's December 7th and not a single, solitary flake. In fact, the weather has been downright warm. I can't remember the last time I saw people walking around in shorts and t-shirts this time of year. I have to say, I'm getting a little nervous. Last year, we didn't have a white christmas and I hated it. I'm one of those crazy people who love the white stuff. Everyone around me dreads it because that means they have to break out the shovels and wake up earlier to dig out their car, and don't even mention those who commute via public transportation. Yeesh.
I completely understand the burden of these things, especially for those who are older, injured, etc. Maybe I can only speak from my (still relatively young) perspective, but I've got plenty of friends younger than me who just don't get my love for it. It's simple, really. Snow is beautiful and it makes the world seem like a better place. Every time that first snow falls, I walk outside and just stand in it. Time feels like it slows down. Everything looks clean, under a pristine white blanket. The normal noise is muted and quiet, and when I talk I whisper so I don't disturb the peacefulness of it. It feels as if, for just a while, I'm in a bubble, protected and safe.
Crazy, huh? Yet that's exactly how I feel. I'm waiting and waiting for the weather to get with the December program, but it's taking its sweet time. It just doesn't feel like Christmas at the moment. I blast my Christmas music and look out my window to see my neighbor sunbathing (not really, but they could if they really wanted to). I suppose I'm just going through snow withdrawal and was wondering if anyone else feels the same way?
There's a time and a place for everything, and for all of the folk out there who are responsible users, I'd like to say 'Thank You".
However, it bothers me that laws are promulgated to forbid phone usage, texting, etc while driving, but these types of laws are so silly because for all intents and purposes, they are unenforceable! So big whoop!!! I almost fender-bender-ed one morning TWICE in a McDonalds by 2 young gals glued to their phones. And they gave ME the nastiest looks like it was my fault!!!
UPS (the sexy guys in brown!) have a rule about NO PHONES WHILE DRIVING yet one morning, I see 4 of them in a row with the phones out. And we don't see the people texting down low .... How are the compliant people kept safe? Laws don't matter and commmon courtesy is non-existent.
I can't see life without our phones and other techno gadgets, but there needs to be some common sense here. I wonder if in 15 years or so, there'll be research that confirms an association with their usage and brain tumors or increased dementias.
Cigarette smoking, thalidomide, agent orange......
What a funny coincidence . . . this was on my FB today. It says "G-Rant - In this teachers classroom, all students have to place their cell phones under their name at the start of class." Love it!!
White Christmas, Holiday Inn, It's A Wonderful Life, Miracle on 34th Street, A Smokey Mountain Christmas, Unlikely Angel, The Christmas Shoes, Scrooged, The Most Wonderful Time of the Year, The Christmas Card...I have so many favorites. I'm a Christmas movie junkie, haha.
I remember when I got my first cell phone. I was a sophomore in high school and my brother and I had finally convinced my parents that we desperately needed them for any number of emergencies that might occur (and never did). It was a little Nokia thing with a small screen that I thought was so great. I was able to call and text my friends as well as take the occasional picture. That's it. Even back then, I wasn't constantly on it, nor were those around me.
Oh how things have changed. The phones have gotten larger and more advanced, as is our culture. Bigger and better, please. We don't just want a phone anymore, but internet access and countless apps, all easily accessible by way of a touchscreen. Bluetooth capability to make it hands free, even better. We have become so obsessed with them, that if they disappeared for a day, we wouldn't know what to do with ourselves. We would literally be lost and in such a bad mood it would make scrooge look like a ball of sunshine. It has gotten a bit ridiculous, in my opinion, but I have never had a huge issue with cell phones....until recently.
I cannot believe how dominant cell phones have become in our lives. I'm noticing more and more that those around me can't seem to do anything without them. I've gone out with friends and had to watch them constantly check their phone, replying to texts, facebook comments, tweets, etc, and was shocked. When I'm with someone, I'm not on my phone. It's just rude and makes the other person feel like they're boring you. After all, if you asked to go grab a cup of coffee and chat with someone, I would think you should be talking to them, not texting everyone and their mother. Of course, this is just my opinion.The past few days, as I've been in my classes, I noticed people on their phones. Not paying attention to the professor, not doing any work, but texting.Granted, it's none of my business what they choose to do with their time and whether or not they pay attention, but I can't help it.
I realize it annoys me. I mean it really annoys me, to the point where I want to grab their phones and tell them they can't get them back until the end of class. You know, like the teachers used to do. It doesn't matter what's going on around them, they need to be on their phone. Checking it,updating their status and whatever else they can think of. I guess it's one of my pet peeves.
I've had friends ask why I don't text them or why I go for days without my phone. It's simply because I don't need to. If I don't have something of significance to say, I'm not going to text or call someone. Sure, it's nice to text someone every day, but I can't do it. There's only so many times I can ask someone what's up and how they're doing and get the answer, "Nothing much, I'm good". I don't need someone knowing what I'm eating, when I'm eating it, and where I got it from, nor do I need to know those things about someone else. It's just unnecessary. I don't need to be in constant contact with everyone I know every day. It doesn't mean I don't like you, it doesn't mean I'm not interested in your life, it doesn't mean I don't care about you. My phone just isn't glued to my hand.
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one with the problem. I'm the weirdo. It's not that I don't like technology and its advancements, I do. I just don't need to use them all day every day. Sure, once in a while I'll feel like texting or calling a friend, but not often. I don't need to update by the second. If nothing is going on, no emergencies are occurring, and I have nothing of value to say, I'm not engaging in conversation. Just because we have the ability to be in contact with someone instantly and virtually 24/7 doesn't mean we need to. It doesn't make me a bad person, it doesn't make me coldhearted or distant, and it doesn't make me antisocial.
I just think cell phone usage and dependency has gotten out of control. Maybe it's been that way for awhile, but it's only just started to bother me. I know it shouldn't, but I guess pet peeves are like that.
I am a very sensitive and emotional person, and yes, a crier. I used to be embarrassed about it growing up, but now I accept it as who I am. I honestly think it will make me a better nurse. I mean, I don't plan on bursting into tears throughout my shift over every little thing, but I'm not the "stiff upper lip" type, either.
That being said, I hope when my time comes, and I'm starting at a hospital, totally wet behind the ears and scared to death, I have someone like you as my preceptor. I want someone on my side, helping me succeed to the best of my ability, pushing me to do and be better, because I don't want to be a good nurse. I want to be a great nurse. I want to know what I'm doing wrong and how I can improve. Your article was excellently written and I enjoyed reading it very much.
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