No, really - what is your EMERGENCY?

This used to be the journal of a nursing student at a prestigious 4 year university that will still remain unnamed. This is now the journal of a Registered Nurse working in an Emergency Department in a major US city. All names have been changed to protect the stupid and the mean. There is no educational value in this journal, sometimes it will be downright mean and catty - this is where I come to vent!

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

More painful than class

I have found something more painful than going to class: attending orientation at a federal medical facility. I am working in a VA hospital for the summer and we are going through our orientation this week. It is very painful. Worse than joining the military, worse than applying for nursing school, worse than sitting through classes in nursing school. I didn't think it was possible. At least I'm getting paid. Not much, but it is better than nothing.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

This past weekend

Well, as previously reported, we finished the spring semester on Friday. We still don't have grades for that last final which blows my mind since it only had 30 questions on it. Anyway, there was a fair amount of celebrating this weekend, not quite as much as originally intended, but still a respectable amount of alcohol was ingested.

Friday night we had a Nurse's Wrap Party at a local restaurant/bar that was kind enough to open early for us so we could start drinking at 3:00pm. I have some friends who are not normally big drinkers but were totally plastered by about 5:00pm. Actually, my friends and I are not regular drinkers anymore, but when we go, we go big. I thought I was going to be driving later that night, so I didn't drink much. This was more of a pre-flight for later, so I left a little early to catch the bus to my house and get ready to go out later. I'd been home about an hour and another friend (Julia) called and asked if I had heard from the two (Mary and Sue) who were totally plastered by 5:00. Come to find out, Mary and Sue left the bar to walk to Mary's house. Mary only lives about a 10 minute walk away. 45 minutes and 2 cell phone messages later, we hadn't heard from them and neither was answering either cell phones or home phones. I started to get a little worried that they were passed out in a ditch somewhere. I later talked to Sue and she said they got a little lost (I really don't know how), and that Mary had to stop and pee in the woods. Sue had also received a phone call from her mom and promptly told her that they were lost in an alley and she was drunk. Boy was her mom proud! The evening ended with me, Julia, and her husband meeting up with some Aussie's they know in a nearby town (complete with a post drinking meal at the Waffle House), Sue and her roommate rallying and going out again later, and Mary "asleep" at her house by 10:30pm. Since I left the original party early, I apparently missed the drunken fools. But, we had class on Monday and there were pictures. Sue still doesn't remember lifting up her shirt to show off her stomach for the camera......

This was my first weekend in 18 months where I really did not have any school work to do. I started taking the last of my pre-req's for nursing school in January 2004, took my last final for those on a Saturday in May and started nursing school that Monday. Ever since, we have been in class. It was weird. We all just kept thinking we were supposed to be reading something or writing a paper or doing a study guide. Or in my case, since I procrastinate through the weekend, chastising myself for waiting too late to read something, write a paper, or do my part of the study guide! Class on Monday made up for the fun we had over the weekend. It was so painful, I wanted to cry. Fortunately we only have to meet in person for this class twice. Anymore, and it might violate some clause of the Geneva Conventions. It was fun though to hear about Sue giving the smackdown to Army Barbie when she started to mouth off! I'd pay to see that again!

I almost forgot: we have assigned groups for my summer school on line class. We had to meet in these groups on Monday. I hate assigned groups. Not that I don't want to meet new people, but at this point (one year in), I have met the people I want to be friends with. Also, I hate having to do group projects for grades with people I don't like. You never know what their skill level is, and normally I just end up doing everything myself because I am type A and a perfectionist. I have a circle of friends that I trust will put as much work into the project as I will and I am confident we will get good grades. We think the same way and we understand each other and what to focus on. I just have not had good luck in nursing school with assigned groups.

I have two people in my group that I absolutely can not stand. I mean, CAN NOT STAND. One is PWS (butt crack, flipping off the teacher) and the other one doesn't have a nickname yet. She cried last year when she didn't pass one of her practical exams and blamed it on the TA that taught the class because he didn't read the instructions verbatim. The test was on things like making occupied beds, sterile gloving, standard precautions, not hard stuff. If she had spent enough time practicing, she wouldn't have had a problem. Besides, I really hate it when people blame others for their failures. So I had to listen to her run her suck about what she is going to do this summer and what kind of nurse she wants to be, blah, blah, blah. Then PWS, the queen of stupid and inappropriate comments, made a typically PWS comment. I had mentioned that I was in the Marine Corps and had been for several years. She pipes up in her silly Valley Girl accent and says, "They, like, have girls in the Marine Corps?" (Read that in a squeaky voice with plenty of up inflection at the end.) I (and the rest of the group) looked at her with disbelief. Here is the rest of the conversation:

: I'm just going to pretend like you didn't just say that. Rewind, erase.
PWS: Well, they don't have women in the SEALS.
Me: yes that is true, but we aren't SEALS, those are Navy and special forces.
PWS: I've just never seen one. Really?
Me: Uh, yeah, we've been around pretty much continually since like WWI.
PWS: Well, what do you wear?
Me: (sarcasm) Little ruffled coulots and white gloves. Oh and cute little hats. We serve tea on a tray to the guys, kind of like Donut Dolly's.

Sometimes it scares me that these are supposedly college educated people and they are socially and culturally clueless. I mean maybe I'm being too harsh, is it not common knowledge that all of the services are co-ed now?? There is even a series of commercials and print media that feature Woman Marines. I don't know, blows my mind.

Well, I'm off for a very mini vacation. I start working on Monday and since I received no financial aid for summer school, I will be working as much as I possibly can this summer.

I doubt I will blog for a little while, please don't yell!

An aside: I find it funny that when you run spell checker on Blogger, it tries to replace the word 'blog' as being spelled wrong!

Friday, May 06, 2005


We are done for the semester. We just took our last final and we are now headed up to drink several beers.

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Quote 'o' the school year

Ok, after consulting the hard copy quote book that we keep, here is the quote of the year for the 2004-2005 school year. Here is the set up: we were in our Individual and Family Development class last semester on a Friday afternoon. I have blogged about this class before, we hated it and the instructor was a bit ethnocentric (hey big word, eh?!). She doesn't really understand people who don't fit into the stereotypical suburban nuclear family mold. For some reason we were talking about plastic surgery and she asked our opinion on it. Hers was that we should all embrace the process of aging and love our wrinkles. My friend, we will call her Mary, is a unique person with a wonderfully quirky personality. Mary's parents are divorced and her mom has been married a couple of times since. Ok, that should be enough background.

Instructor: What do you all think about plastic surgery?
Mary: Well, as a child of a woman who loves plastic surgery, I don't have a problem with it since my mom feels better about herself if she thinks she looks better.
Instructor: What does your father think about it?
Mary: Which one??
Instructor: [silence, complimented by stupid dumbfounded look on her face]
Celine: Mary, if you are going to go drinking in the middle of the day, you have to start inviting all of us!

I'm sure it is much funnier if you were there......

A word about course critiques

Our school does end of course critiques on line. They have a special website that we log into and complete evaluations on all of our courses and instructors. We have to evaluate every person who taught us for 3 or more hours throughout the semester to include clinical instructors. This can get a bit unwieldy. This semester I have 13 evaluations to do. Now, according to our instructors, their jobs depend on our evals. Ok, if that really is the case, I can see why they are obsessed with us completing them. But, I have received no less than 5 emails a day and at least 2 to 3 in person verbal reminders to fill out our evals this week. WE HAVE FINALS THIS WEEK. Do you really want me to evaluate your instruction and your course while I am studying obscene amounts of info for your ridiculously long final exam?? So far this week I have answered 350 multiple choice questions on subjects ranging from community health to obstectrics to research. I am NOT in the mood to give you the critique you want. I can give you a critique, but it will probably not say what you want it to say!

They wonder why we give overwhelmingly negative evals......timing is everything, folks!


Well, we have completed 3 of 4 finals. As far as I'm concerned, today's was the only one I was a bit concerned about. It wasn't too bad. I, of course, could have studied more, but I didn't so no use worrying over it. Our next one is Friday (only 25 question) so I am taking tonight off. Well that, and why study ahead?? It takes all the fun out of cramming the night before! I have this wacky bunch of friends I study with and study sessions usually turn into hysterical laughing fits. Interestingly, we are all doing very well in school.

I sold back my Nursing Research book today. I got $16.00 for it. I will blow it all Friday night on beer. Yea! Big spender!!

Monday, May 02, 2005

Quote 'o' the day: Day 1

Ok, here is the quote 'o' the day for the first day of exams:

Dawn, right before our first exam: "If someone were video taping me toay, they might think I am developing a mental disorder."

A little early for things like this, who knows what will happen the rest of the week. In her defense, someone did take the big coffee urn from the nursing school so there was no coffee this morning. Sucks, but there was chocolate....