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:icon_hug: Joey and JoEllen :icon_hug: My prayers are still with you. I'm sorry you had to deal with 1 horrible person thru all this but you have the right attitude about just letting it go. It sounds as if everything else went okay. Remember that we're here for you when you need to talk. Take care of yourself and DD.

((((((((Joey and dd)))))))) I am so sorry. Dan's passing sounds so peaceful. I'm so glad you were able to be there and that you didn't have to make any decisions. I hope you can feel the presence of us with you, even if we can't be there physically. Don't forget you aren't alone - you have all of us here. Take care of yourself and your wonderful daughter - you're in my prayers.

:icon_hug: :icon_hug: and more :icon_hug: Joey. My thoughts and prayers are with you. You're not in this completely alone - we're all here for you. Stay strong and don't let anyone talk you into doing something you don't want.

Just wanted to let you know that my prayers are still with you, dh, and dd. I pray things continue to improve. Thanks for keeping us posted. :icon_hug:

NurseJoey05 - my prayers are with you and your family :icon_hug:

My prayers are with all of you tonight - I just read all 10 pages and my heart is breaking for you. "With God all things are possible" :kiss :icon_hug:

I'm so glad things are working out for you. I know its a huge relief for you not have all the stress anymore. :icon_hug: BTW, how's that new grandson of your's doin???

:icon_hug: Raindrop :icon_hug: You had a bad day, you were rushed, it was only your 3rd day etc.... You have to remember we're only human and can only do so much in 12 hours. You said this is a small hospital - you had 11 pts and only 1 CNA???? That's just insane right there even all the pts were stable. What you can do the next time is simply say that you're getting ready to go home but you will let the CNA or the nurse know what they need. That way you're not walking away from them but you can finish up your work and still make sure they're being taken care of.

My prayers are with you, your husband and your daughter :icon_hug:

My pharm teacher actually taught us "ampho-terrible" :chuckle I'm still a student but Go-lytely really needs another name The one that scares me the most???? Digoxin - had a clinical patient (LTC)end up in the hospital after giving it to him. He had alot of problems but it was scary. A&Ox3 before, completely out of it 30 minutes afterward

92-100 A 83-91 B 75-82 C Below 75 failing Clinicals and skills lab pass/fail ADN program - All my pre-req classes were on a 90,80,70,60 scale...easier to get a 4.0 but my nursing class is a little better than some of these so I won't complain too much

:icon_hug: Prayers have been said (I'm waiting on 2 test scores right now - they have to be posted by Friday )

I've been wondering the same thing actually. Here in East TN the basic starting pay for a new RN is $35,000 a year, that's without any differentials. Heck, my dh only makes $40,000 a year in the army and he's been in for almost 10 years now - and that doesn't vary by location so if we live in a high cost of living area we still get the same amount. We've been a 1 income family for 10 years (since my daughter was born) so almost doubling our income will be a windfall to us. And compared to the $10,000 a year I made wayyyy back when....shoot I'll be a rich woman once I start working

I did it - took A/P II, micro, speech and a philosophy course in one semester. Managed to make As in all of em but thought it was my hardest semester........until I started my 1st semester of nursing school. Now that semester looks like a piece of cake :chuckle

I drive 45 minutes each way this semester. Next semester should be the same but Fall 06 my clinicals will be 1 to 1 1/2 hours away. Its the closest community college with a nursing program so I didn't have much choice.

http://www.medscape.com covers off label uses of drugs. You do have to register (it's free!!!!!). One of my instructors gave me the site for a research paper I was doing (well still am doing but I took a break ). I did have to register as a medical professional, not a student to access the detailed info. According the site, Viagra is now labeled for Erectile Dysfunction and Pulmonary Hypertension. It didn't list any off-label uses - those usually rely on doctors reporting them tho.

Warning....this is long So many of us have shared our stories on this thread, including myself. I received this email a few minutes ago and thought of everyone who has posted or who may be reading this thread and trying to figure out what to do. They say God works in mysterious ways - September 1960,I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone.. The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway, they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries. Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either. If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress. loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town. No luck. The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince whomever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job. Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel. An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour and I could start that night. I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal. That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started, at the Big Wheel. When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money--fully half of what I averaged every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home. One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered. I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires. I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids. I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair. On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe. A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up. When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning I hurried to the car. I was hoping the kids wouldn't wake up before I managed to get home and get the presents from the basement and place them under the tree. (We had cut down a small cedar tree by the side of the down by the dump.) It was still dark and I couldn't see much, but there appeared to be some dark shadows in the car- or was that just a trick of the night? Something certainly looked different, but it was hard to tell what. When I reached the car I peered warily into one of the side windows. Then my jaw dropped in amazement. My old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, crumbled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was hole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.. As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning. ...Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December.. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop.... THE POWER OF PRAYER. God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar. You maybe going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that only He can. Keep the faith. My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless, and I picked you. Please pass this to at least four people you want to be blessed and a copy back to me. This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one another. Here is the prayer:.... Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power.

I can only speak from personal experience here. My daughter (a few months shy of 3 at the time) had 2nd degree burns from boiling water on her scalp and upper face (one side only). I had to wash the areas 4 times a day with antibacterial soap. The rationale behind this per the doc was that the hair is the dirtiest part of the body. I could only use neosporin/bacitracin on it - the facial burns were near her eye so silver sulfadine was out of the question. No dressings at all, just try to keep it clean, dry and the hair off the face. Luckily she didn't need grafts and was almost completely healed in 2 months. The face is one of the fastest healing areas. She does have a bald spot covered with "peach fuzz" along her hairline and a couple tiny scars that look like chicken pox scars - she's 10 now.

First I don't agree with the poster who states that Bipley is blaming the victims here. I believe she's showing compassion by trying to understand the why, what goes thru our minds when we do stay. Maybe I'm wrong here and Bipley you can correct me if I am - but I get the feeling that you want to know why so you can try to figure out a way to help other women. I swore I would never stay with a man who hit me. I watched my uncle beat my aunt for years and never understood why she stayed with him. I don't know that there is a set personality type that becomes the abused or even the abuser for that matter. My ex came from a good home and was never abused himself. It started with the psychological/emotional abuse but I didn't realize what was happening. He was so convincing, he would back up his statements of my worthlessness with "evidence". The first time he hit me, we were in a huge fight, I can't remember exactly what I said to him but it was one of those really viscious comments that is said in anger (I'm not blaming myself for this anymore, just giving you some background), and he smacked me across the face. He was immediately sorry, he shouldn't have hit me, but I made him so angry with my comment. It made sense to me, after all when I got smart mouthed with my mom she would smack me across the face too. I didn't see it as him blaming me - I thought I was honestly at fault. Abusers know how to manipulate, know exactly how to twist everything around so you really do believe that everything is your fault not theirs. They are so convincing in their arguments. No one can ever know exactly why an abused person stays, it's so hard to explain even when I was the abused. I often look back and wonder why I didn't leave before I did. Bipley, I think you really do understand more than you realize. You were a freshman in high school before you realized that your home life wasn't "normal". Then it took you several years before you could leave. I know that was because you were a kid at the time and couldn't do anything. You spent those years preparing to leave. It really is similar. No, I didn't think it was normal the first time he hit me, but he was really sorry. It took over a year before it escalated into more regular abuse. It slowly became the norm in our relationship. Once I realized that things weren't right and that I wanted out, it took time to prepare to leave. I would pray every day that I would live long enough to make it out of there. It took about 2 months before I could leave, the longest 2 months of my life. I know this post is getting long but I want to say to everyone who has also shared their story - THANK YOU!!!!! You all are a blessing to me (and to others I'm sure) - I know now that I'm not alone. Even today DV is a stigma that isn't talked about and I sometimes feel like I'm the only one who has been thru this.

:kiss Sharann I'm so sorry to hear about everything going on in your family - sometimes it seems like it will never end. And you are not whining - you're venting and frustrated and know that you can find support here among your cyberfriends. Bipley has it right - my dad and I don't always see eye to eye but I can't imagine not having Daddy around - yes I still call him that and I'm 34 now! My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family

I was 18, living at home and going to college. My parents weren't physically abusive but always managed to make me feel unloved. I met the most wonderful man - he showered me with attention and love, always wanted to spend time with me, gave me all the things I was missing in my life. The emotional abuse started about a month later - no one else loved me, I was "used" property (I'd been with 1 person before him), no one else would ever want me, at least he accepted me and loved me etc..... I had no self-esteem, no self-worth. Then the physical abuse began - a smack if I said something wrong followed by the apologies and "it will never happen again." It was all my fault, I deserved it. And yes I believed all of it - he had torn me down that badly. The abuse escalated over time. We married a year after we met - I believed him when he told me it would all get better if I would just show my commitment to him - besides, he was the only one who would ever love me. For the last 6 months or so, I was beat 2 or 3 times a week, full-fledged beatings where I would just lie on the floor and pray for it to be over, if I fought back it would only go on longer. I can't tell you everything that would run through my mind. I only knew that it was always my fault. 11 months after we married I left. Why? It was after he attacked me with nunchucks, I knew then that the next time he would kill me. That was 14 years ago this month. I still live in fear of him. I've moved many times since - he has always managed to find me. I currently live 500 miles away - he calls constantly. I worry that he's going to show up on my doorstep he has told me the directions to my house. I remarried 11 years ago, a great guy who does know my history (we were all friends in college so he actually watched me go thru most of it, its also how the ex knows my last name now and can find me). We have a 10 yr old daughter. Right now its just me and my daughter here. Dh is in the military, spent 2 years overseas. While he was gone I started school. We live in 2 different states right now so I can finish my degree - I could have transferred to a college where he is now but we're worried that he'll deploy yet again and I wouldn't have the family to help with my daughter. I hate the fear I still feel after all these years. I never went into therapy, although I know I need it even now. Dh has begged me to but I won't unless he's here to help me thru it. I've repressed most of my memories and sometimes have flashbacks (not very often and never in front of my daughter thankfully). I know I can't face it all again by myself. This is the first time I've ever told my whole story. I'm fighting the tears - my daughter is here right now. I'm posting along with all the others hoping it will help someone understand the vicious cycle of abuse and how a person can get caught up in it. Most of all, maybe it will help someone who is in an abusive relationship now. My pms and my email are always open. Sharon

We have to a 90 hour preceptorship during our 4th quarter (ADN). That's on top of lectures and clinicals. And we can't get paid for it!!! I checked with the hospital I'll be doing my externship/internship program with - 4th sem. we move to the internship program but it can't be counted as our preceptorship. Thank goodness the intern program is PRN.

"We walked out to the bus together and he climbed aboard while I placed her bags underneath. I was waiting for him when he got off the bus and asked him if he had talked to his mother. "Yes, I told her there was a glitch with Medicare and that's why she had to ride the bus instead of coming with me." Different resident and her son. She was talking about 2 different residents.

I haven't seen them required at any facility I've been at. Our instructors say it's our choice, we don't have to wear them for shots.