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Eeeeeee. Urm. This statement scared the snot out of me. Why document it? First off, that poor patient! Secondly, I can't think of a single clinical institution without rules for documenting med errors. And last - but not least - what happens in three days when it all comes out and your hospital administrator comes to you to ask what happened? Are you going to lie then? Where does the "I got your back" stuff end on something like this? Like everyone else, I am not advocating the eating of the young...especially since I am the young. LOL But the example given was a pretty big mistake. I can't see myself "covering" for that. In all honesty? I wouldn't want someone to risk his or her license to do it for me, either. Donna :)

I adored Micro until about four hours ago, when I sat down to compose my unknown lab report... I think it all depends on your professor. Mine is so knowledgable and fun. It makes me never want to miss a class, which I'm thinking doesn't hurt the test results. LOL Don't sweat it. If you go to lecture, work hard in lab, and dedicate yourself, I'm sure you'll be fine. Oh, and try to get a lab partner who looks like a serious student. Donna :)

I should be in the corner with Pappy & LasVegasRN... I haven't heard it. Anyone seen my Elvis CD? Donna :)

Hee! You know, Rhona... It did take me several months to spot that sense of humor in my fiance... LOL I thought, at first, that it wasn't there... JHUnurse, I'm also a student, and I hope you really are worried about things like clinicals and instructors and classes and preceptors and lions and tigers and bears, oh...my. ::sigh:: Like the rest of us. It's soooo hard to get through this program without having to worry about men at the same time. :) As for answering your question, which no one really has because it worries everyone, here ya go: Your best bet is to either hang out at the nearest med student-populated bar, or make nicey-nice with a fun & friendly looking current med student - male or female. S/he can introduce you to some of her/his classmates. As a student myself, however, I should tell you this. Pleae be prepared for some of the guys to view you as: 1) a ready-to-roll trollop with whom to toy, 2) an intellectually-inferior underling, or 3) completely below them, because you won't understand a word they're saying. Ha. Sad, but sometimes very true. They're not all like that, but stereotypes DO form for reason, after all... Donna :)

I also second this one. LOL My fiance is studying to be an engineer, and a good portion of my friends - male AND female - are going the same route... Maybe we should set up a dating service for nurses and engineers? Seriously, though, it's weird. A lot of nurses I know are attached to engineers. Wonder why? Donna :)

JHUnurse: I managed to "score" a pediatric resident about three years ago... Getting mixed up with him turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life. If I ever wanted to see him, I had to bend my schedule completely around his. Very tough, it was. The fact that he turned out to be a cheatin' jerk is sort of peripheral, nothing to do with him being a doc. Hee. :) Not to be insulting or anything, but when I first read your post, I thought, "Now that's why men think women are only interested in money..." I'd rather be alone than be with a guy who was with me for money! Donna :)

I've heard that Tylenol does, indeed, make some folks sleepy. On the other hand, I think there are lots of people like my mother. She takes a Tylenol PM every night, religiously. When I mentioned that she might as well take Benadryl and not possibly damage her liver, she tried it. Claimed it didn't work, no matter how many times I try to tell her it's the SAME sleep-inducing medication. Oh well. :) Donna :)

I start the first semester of my ADN program in August, then will turn 26 in October. I'll be finished spring or summer of 2004. Hopefully, by the time I hit 28, I'll have taken - and passed the licensing exam. I am not married and have no children, just a fiance who miraculously understood why I left a forensic science program two semesters short of a BS to go to nursing school. Oh, well. I do plan on finishing up those last few credits and getting that degree, possibly while I'm completing a RN-to-BSN track in a couple of years. Basically, my reason for not going directly into a BSN program is that I want to hurry up and graduate. I've been in school forever, and I'd rather get a two-year degree than put off being able to practice. I do plan on getting that BSN, though; I've wound up in supervisory positions in every job I've ever had, and if that continues then I'll need it. Besides, who doesn't want hospital administration to shell out for tuition reimbursement? :) I also think that my age is an asset - being nearly thirty gives me a maturity that I definitely didn't have at 18 or 20. I have a feeling I'm going to need it to deal with everything we all, as students, face. :) Donna :)

I went to high school with a guy whose last name was Heine, pronounced the same way. His father's name was Harry. Gack! LOL And, since I became a fan, my boyfriend can't watch NASCAR with a straight face anymore. Dick Trickle!! I love it. LOL I crack up every time that poor driver's name scrolls across the TV screen... My mom went to school with a girl named Brenda Screws. She apparently was teased mercilessly. Donna ?

Believe it or not, the one thing that freaks me out more than anything else is one of my father's cars. And this is going to be a long post. :) Several years ago, he bought a 1973 Volkswagen Beetle with the intention of restoring it. The red exterior was still in pretty good shape, but the interior had been completely gutted by a fire. I mean, hollowed out, to the point of having no front seats. He started small and kept trucking away at it, finally getting the interior cleaned up and a driver's seat in place. When he finally got a passenger's seat installed, I started noticing that every time I walked past the car, I'd do an automatic double-take. My eyes kept being drawn to that passenger's seat. If I looked dead at the spot or tried to see something, then there was nothing there. It was always when I wasn't thinking about it. I mentioned it to my parents and sister, and they all agreed that I was nuts. However... My mother, the Staunch Realist, admitted that it happened to her sometimes, too. My father never had much to say about it. One day, I realized that I'd never really seen something in the car, simply sensed a presence. Though it wasn't something I'd seen with my eyes, I had a feeling it was female, young, with long dark hair. After that, I avoided the car and said nothing more. I was freaked. I refused to set foot in the car, but wouldn't elaborate on why. Finally, one day, my father came home just wigging out. He kept saying that he'd been stung by a bee, which is a huge deal for my dad, because he's so dreadfully allergic that anaphylactic shock is a real worry. He said the bee had stung the back of his hand, but I couldn't find any marks or welts. He wasn't having his usual reaction, so we dosed him with Benadryl and waited for a while. He never did have an adverse reaction. Later, he told me the story about what had happened. He was leaning over to retrieve a CD case from the passenger floorboard - not watching the road - when he felt a stinging pinch on his hand. He looked up just in time to avoid hitting an SUV that had slammed on its brakes in front of him. He didn't want to hear my interpretation of that, but admitted that other strange stuff happens in the car, like how sometimes the radio volume will adjust itself. He maintains to this day that he just owns "a quirky old car." His near accident was almost a year ago. Since then, I have no problem with whatever - or whoever - resides in that Volkswagen. The way I see it, if she's watching out for my father, then I owe her the courtesy of not being freaked out. There are other stories, mainly about our house and family, but those are for another time, and another post. :) Donna :)