I have made it to the weekend. Thank. God. Yesterday, I had the most defeating day of clinicals ever. I took 5 patients on my own. But they weren't just your typical patients - they all had like 5 different IV drips going, multiple drains, one of my patients got a leg amputation, one was crazy...... To a veteran nurse - or just a g ood and competent nurse - that probably seems easy. But I feel like quite the "Novice" still.... Let's just say my 12 hour shift turned into a 14 hour shift, and I wanted to hide in a linen closet and cry yesterday. But, I survived!!!! :-) I can't wait to get adjusted to things. Every night this week -- all I do is have on-going nightmares about hospitals, IV drips, people bleeding to death. I wake up in the middle of the night and think "I don't even want to sleep anyomre!- These Dreams suck!" But this is a learning experience, and I will get my "routine" down and on my feet in no time (I hope....)...
Ruminations of a runner and recipe-maker, who serves up ranty cynicisms from time to time.