So, I got this great idea from a very sweet lady (who I have A LOT IN COMMON WITH) I sold a puppy to in January. She told me she blogged, and I never got around to reading it until today. Let's see how long I can keep this up. I stay pretty busy as it is, but sometimes I think I need a source to just vent to, even if no one is listening (or reading).
Today I got some big news about my summer. It definitely looks like I will be forced to leave one of my three jobs in order to stay in nursing school. My schedule for this summer is very hectic. It's the Med-Surg clinical, so I really shouldn't be surprised. I actually have an interview for the ER at Lexington Medical on Thursday. I'm not exactly sure how I'm gonna pull that off without the boss catching on. I'm scared to let her know that I will be switching jobs until I know it's definite because I think she will just make life hard on me until I leave. I also have a friend, we used to be really close but had a misunderstanding and are starting to talk now, who works at Richland ER. She told her boss about me because they need help, and her boss wants to interview me too, although she hasn't called. So, right now, it looks like I will be staying with LMC, which is ok, I just hope the pay is good.
I never realized how big of a passion I have for nursing until I meet my patients who I really make a difference in their lives. We had our first full day at clinicals last week at the nursing home, and I LOVED it. People are scared away when they think of nursing homes, because they think of "old" people, and ultimately in the end, death. In my 8 hours with these so-called "old" people, I remembered why I want to do this. I remembered why working three jobs and going to school is all going to pay off. These patients WANT us there. Not only do they WANT us, they CRAVE us. They NEED us more than they can express. Within my first 3 hours there, I had a 93 year old woman singing what words she could recall of "Happy Birthday" to a fellow nursing student, because she got to spend her 23rd birthday at her 1st day of clinicals. It brought tears to the birthday girl's eyes, and melted my heart. That 93 year old lady is so full of life, but it seems drained until you show her you care. She lit up like a kid at Christmas, and sang the rest of the day. I cannot wait to see her again tomorrow. I am honestly saddened that we are only at the nursing home once a week, and that these people's life are very frail. Anything could happen while we were gone. That's why people are afraid of death. At 93, she lived a durn good life. My fellow nursing students and I have 8 patients total that we care for from 7am-3pm on Tuesdays. I have only truly got to meet maybe 3, but they already have my heart. There is nothing like bringing joy to a place that is usually the end of people's lives. I would do it every day if time allowed. This is why I want RN after my name. I would be so proud to show it, and care for people the rest of my life.
On a different note, I'm on a diet. It sucks. According to the diet, I should have lost 5 pounds by now. Ha! I haven't lost one. I haven't been as strict about it as it says, but I'm doing pretty good. I don't know why I haven't lost. I need to lose 10 more pounds to be happy. Jack and I walked with the Dalmatians today down the road. We didn't walk very long because Jack was cold. Wah... If he would walk like he was 23 instead of 83 he might would warm up. I had to take Zak's leash from him so the poor dog could get some exercise. They need to finish construction on the dam so I can get back to my 3 miles daily. That was fun.
Well I am off to bed. Which is where I intended to be an hour ago, but... I just didn't wanna. I gotta be up at 5am for clinicals at 7am. Until tomorrow...
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