You go out to dinner with non-nursing friends and realize you have nothing to talk about because their faces start to turn green when you tell them about your day
You hear your phone or alarm beep in your home and you look for which call light is going off
You cheerfully tell your waiter as you study during dinner which cuts of steak come from which muscles and where they are on the human body. Then add cheerfully, "It really does look the same in the cadaver as the cow!"
You assess your baby's diaper for color, size and consistency
You have a "no blood, no foul" rule for every arguement between your two and four yr olds.
When said two and four yr olds are bored, you give them makeshift waterguns out of old practice syringes (without the needle of course)
When you know that a spiked temp can be brought down with alternating doses of tylenol and motrin and a cool bath, and you actually try this before calling the pediatrician at 3am
Of course by the time you do call the pediatrician, you are convinced that they have every incurable disease that you learned in lecture that week and you tell all of these concerns to the pediatrician at 3:30am
When you have to change from your really cool flared, low-waisted scrub pants and the adorable scrub top that you wore into work that day, into the dreaded see-thru white pants, and scrub shirt with the giant school emblam on it letting everyone know that you are still "just" a student. (And of course, you are doing this in your car while listening to lecture, going through your care plan in your head, stuffing something in your mouth that at least kinda looks like food, and praying that the guy in the car next to you is admiring your determination to succeed and not your Victoria's Secret miracle bra!!)
I can totally agree with this one. Especially when you can call the pediatricians office and rattle off all the interventions, lung sounds, vital signs and every other peice of assessment material you have learned!!
You try to explain to your vomiting child that today just "isn't a good day" to be sick! You then start scheduling sick days for them!
Had to inform my children that they are not to get sick over the next two weeks!! Med-Surg, Nutrition and Growth finals!! For some reason, they looked at me funny... :rotfl:
These were hillarious! I often wonder how I am going to make it through another week and hope that the crockpot still works and my family remembers who I am when all is said and done!!
You and another student are hiding in a pt. bathroom squeezing urine out of your shoe for an I&O because the urinal was knocked off of the bed rail. The instructor catches you, informs you the results will not be accurate. By the way, she walked out of the room laughing and shaking her head.
I remember having to insert a foley for the first time. Anxious, heart racing, but I was ready. This was the VERY olden days when each piece of equipment was in separate packages, patient was placed on a bedpan and cleansed with soap and water. I waited and waited for my instructor, my patient all washed already, and the instructor forgot to come! So here is this poor woman, me like an idiot making her stay there with her legs apart for who knows how long! It was horrible. Then when the instructor did finally come in, she moved the table on which I had all my equipment to the bottom of the bed for some unknown reason, leaving me to reach quite a distance all the while trying to remain sterile. What a nightmare!
jennielynn
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You know you're a nursing student when:
You can discuss poop, puke and blood--all over a delicious lunch!!!:uhoh21:
Your husband has to hurt himself--just to get your attention.
Weekends off are basically no different than homeschooling yourself!:chuckle
Dinner has turned into whatever the microwave can cook the fastest.
Cleaning??? oh, you must mean running your hands along the tables to remove the 6 inches of dust.
Laundy is the only thing that gets done---white uniforms have now become a priority.
You try to explain to your vomiting child that today just "isn't a good day" to be sick! You then start scheduling sick days for them!
Walking to the mailbox each day has now become your scheduled workout!!:rotfl: