Nursing school started out being one of those experiences that I couldn't wait to start. When I began nursing school, I has this hunger...ambition...drive for the knowledge. When I studied, I could read chapter after chapter of etiology, pathophysiology, clinical manifestations and treatments as though it were a juicy novel and now when I think about opening a book, I feel like throwing it across the room and delving into reality TV. What happened?
My school is ridiculous. They don't seem to understand that being a good parent is very important to me. The seem to think that I should let my children self-destruct so that I can say I made it. They think that I should spend 25+ hours a week in clinical, 15 hours a week in class, 10+ hours per semester doing community service and 30 hours a week studying. When can I fit in 2 hours a week for housework, 2 hours a week for laundry and 10 hours a week to help my kids with their homework? (I am serious if someone out there has some ideas, please share them!) Right now, I feel like quitting school. I know, I say that every semester, but I am really thinking about it this time. The school could care less about my mental breakdown. And the administration is SO MEAN.
They feel that all of this crap that they are putting me through is preparing me for my entry into the nursing workforce. I have to wonder if this is really what I want to do. I have worked for years in the customer service industry, and I can't tell you how many times I wanted to become an anthropologist on an archaeological dig in the middle of sandy dirt digging for artifacts and remnants of civilizations past. I thought, out there, no one would bother me. I could work at my own pace. I could make my own hours...Etc But I bet that even archaeologists have something to bitch about. This dirt is too dry, my hands hurt, this delicate pottery broke as soon as it was unearthed...Etc
I hope that when I become a nurse that I never become old and crotchety. I hope that I can still relate to the people instead of looking down on them from my Mercedes Benz! And when I have students, I promise to listen to them and address their concerns instead of assuming that their lack of participation in school activities are avoidance behaviors. That's much better....
Last week's clinical was pretty uneventful. My stand out patient this week was a guy who came in because his caregivers thought that he was in diabetic shock. They wanted us to give him insulin. He came back and he was very weak. He was also very preoccupied with his penis. His mentition was altered and he was wondering around looking for a place to pee. His punishment...Foley catheter. I come back into the room and I told him what I was going to do and he said, "Foley, hmmm, will this hurt?" and I explained to him that there might be some pressure and that I would let him know everything I was going to do. So I began preparations to place the catheter and I put the betadine on his penis. He goes, "Oooo, that's cold." Then I warn him that I am about to advance the catheter. Meanwhile, he is laid back with his hands propped behind his head watching me. It was nearly pornographic. Then he said, "Oooo, that feels different." Different? That is a new one for me. Interesting...
Then I had a cute little patient who came in complaining of abdominal pain. She was curled up in a knot. We asked her when her last period was, and she said about a month ago. Then we asked her if there was any possibility that she might be pregnant, and she said she had her tubes tied after the birth of her 12 year old. Long story short, her tubal ligation back-fired and she was pregnant in her tubes. Surprise! We sent her quickly to surgery to have her ovary and tube removed.