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What unhealthy thing do you absolutely HAVE TO HAVE - to make it through, or right after your done with... clinicals (students), or your shift (RNs). My poison is a large coke (on ice)... and I am pretending not to have a problem with Nacho Doritos.
Starbucks. I swear the last two years of nursing school I spent more money on starbucks than I did on textbooks. Now I just need one in the AM at the begining of my shift. Afternoons I need a can of diet coke on a big glass of ice and a straw. well and usually some form of sugar
This is what got me through NS as well. I acually factored Starbucks into my school expenses! :wink2:
eat one cookie side, then bite the cream off in pieces, then eat the other cookie.
Personally, I like to eat the first half by biting *that* in half, then go after the filling. ZOMG, if they don't have much dairy in them, I'm going to eat a package tomorrow. Sad with no milk on the side but I'll manage.
Of course, now that I've gone back and read it, that ^^^ makes me look like a total nutburger.
Well, yeah but look at all of the people with VERY specific soda requirements (styrofoam cup, glass, ice, straw, bottle, can, fountain, MCDONALD'S fountain)
We work hard. If we're a little screwy about our snacks, who can judge?
nursemike, ASN, RN
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I've reached the stage in life where pretty much everything is poison. It's true--life begins at 40! But nobody warns you that death begins at 50...
So, one of the cooks in our cafeteria makes this peanut butter fudge that's to die for. Literally. I was starving one night, because I didn't have time to eat before work, and a bowl of Grape-Nuts at 0800 only lasts so long. Had a grilled ham and cheese and fried onion rings (carbs won't hurt you if you fry them in fat, right?) and just couldn't resist two pieces of fudge (told myself I'd give one to a friend--hah!) Was just biting into the first piece of fudge when it occured to me I hadn't taken my metformin, that day...or the day before. It's very hard to get used to taking pills everyday. Thought for a moment, then finished both pieces. Smoking will probably kill me first, anyway.
So, five hours later, I'm at home, hunting up my glucometer. Did an FSBS just to see how bad it was. 128. 128??? I can eat plain, bare salads all day, take my meds and walk a mile and get 162. Or pig out on fudge and get 128?
So I'm gonna open a DM clinic. The peanut butter fudge cure. I'll have diabetics lined up from here to California. Will I need FDA approval for this?
I have this mental image of my beta cells at the oars of a galley, saying "Pull for your lives, boys!" So I've been giving them a long rest. But, boy, that fudge was good.