I had my first foot in the mouth experience at work a month or so ago. I took morning vitals on this baby and there was a woman sitting in the chair very attentive while I did it. She didn't speak english, so it was simple convo and that was it. I came back later in the day and assumed that the lady in the chair was the mother. So when this young girl came up and was translating as I talked to her I asked, "Are you the older sister?" To which she replied, "no I'm the mom." I couldn't believe I just did that and to dig deeper I stupidly replied, "Well you look great for having such a new born." Well no shit, she was 16. Turns out the lady in the chair was the grandma. It made the entire day awkward and I vowed I would never make that mistake again. So when I walked into another patient's room a few weeks ago, and I was convinced that the man visiting was the kid's grandpa, I asked, "Who this lovely man who came to visit you?" And the patient said... oh this is my dad.
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One day, when I was still training, I woke up for work and noticed light coming through my window and instantly freaked out. I wake up way before the sun comes up, so I knew, even before looking at my phone, that I had overslept. I had merely 20 minutes before I was suppose to be at work. Panic stricken I called the educator that was scheduling me and let her know I was going to be a little late. There was no way I'd make it in time taking the el so I hopped in my car and drove to the hospital thinking paying for parking was worth saving my butt an extra half hour of being late. I made it into work only 15 minutes late and was able to relieve the night shift SNA at her regular time. She even mentioned that she thought I was going to be late. Which technically I still was. So I finished my day and went to the lot knowing parking would be expensive, but I had no idea just how expensive. To park in the garage across the street from the hospital for 6-12 hours costs $45 buck-a-roos! I probably would have been better off calling in sick or, in retrospect, taking a cab...
3. Don't go to Bass Lake the weekend before a test.
Last minute I realized I started clinical a week later than I thought and was free, so naturally I scoped out what was going on down at the cottage. Aunt Neici and Uncle Bob were suppose to help Peachie and Steve work on their garage, so in my head I was thinking they would be preoccupied with that and I can study while glancing up at a great view every once in a while. Turns out the garage wasn't an all day project and the godparents were out to play. I may or may not have mentioned that I've never been on a bass lake bar crawl on the golf cart and from there on out the day was shot as far as studying was concerned. I more or less winged it on the exam and ended up getting a below average grade aka a D.
4. Don't let life pass you by... even when in nursing school.
The weekend before my second test I went to Apple Canyon. It was the weekend after Thanksgiving so it seemed justifiable. I got to spend quality time with my family and experience all that is Diamond Jo Casino.I actually spent some time studying and got an A on the exam which is more heavily weighted than the first. Come end of the quarter I ended up with a solid B in the course. That has pretty much become my baseline and I'm not freaking out about it anymore. Looking at my grade configurations I needed to get nearly 100% on the first exam to get an A (an event that has only been achieved once in my nursing school career). Im not upset I got a B in the class and Im not upset I got a D on the first test. It was a great impromptu weekend to Bass Lake and Apple Canyon.
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I love your post, you crack me up.
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