Brainshambles|

So I am finally getting all this jazz up and running. Still need to figure out how to get my flickr crap in the right spot. Until then, here’s whats up. So I just wrapped up my second week of clinicals, and I thought I may never get through. I kept thinking to myself, “if I can just make it through Thursday, if I can just make it through Thursday.” Somehow, I managed to even ace my medication math final, finish up my first 9 hour care plan, and pass my medication skill check.

This nursing shit is wearing me thin. And it’s only the tip of the iceberg. Two more years of this. It’s too bad I wasn’t diagnosed bipolar earlier…I never would have gotten myself into this hot mess. Seriously, how does someone transfer from ART school to NURSING school. Seriously?

I can’t even do long division, or comprehend the metric system. What the hell was I ever thinking. I can see it now.

“Hello Mr. Smith, my name is Katelyn and I will be your nurse today. Let me now incorrectly calculate your heparin dose, and put you into a state of complete internal hemorrhage. Have a nice day! Oh, by the way, I am a status hypochondriac, so please don’t fucking cough on me.”

But regardless, I must now make do of this situation. There is no more time for mind changing, and the loans are piling up high. I’d kill to be an English major. Or heck, even back to a graphic design major (which sucked hardcore, but nothing in compare to this).

Hopefully I can get over the bed bathing/colostomies/vomit and fear of virulent contagious diseases, and find my niche. Which I am assuming will be in a psychiatric ward. At least I will have no doubt that I can connect with those people.

Off to drink some wine, and make my delicious, non fat, 3 weight watchers points, thin-and-tasteless-as-paper cheese pizza. YUM.