It's Sunday before Christmas and on this night I can be found in Spokane Washington- Home of Bloomsday Race and Spokane's Native son, Bing Crosby. Ryan's family has been dishing out the love, food, warmth and most importantly, has supplied us with electric blankets which may be the greatest invention to date. It's like having a stunt double jump in bed twenty minutes before you jump in, just to warm it up for you. It's a great thing.
Anyway, last night around midnight we put on our parkas and went sledding down a street with a big hill for Jimmy's b-day. Jimmy almost got hit by two cars but other than that, it was everything Christmas should be.
In other news, I'm going to try to figure out how to download pictures onto this blog. Stay tuned - and tell me how.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
A little nurse goes a long way
On Tuesday I finished my last exam and halleluhia I'm only two quarters away from being done with school. This last quarter was all about babies and mothers and I'm happy to say I have seen enough of vaginas and babies. I got to see C sections (which were named after Caesar by the way - he was the first one born that way supposedly),vag births, post partum hemorages...all that good stuff.
That reminds me - I had a funny thing happen to me the other day at the hospital that freaked me out. I was in the elevator going to work on the 7th floor, and this guy was in the elevator with me. He said something to me that i dont remember and then he said "i'm on the my way to the er- I feel like my heart is exploding and it's getting worse - I'm pretty sure I'm having a heart attack." (that last line might be my imagination...)
And so what do I do? Well, being the completely capable nursing student that I am - I say "good luck" and jump off the elevator as soon as the door opens. It wasn't even the floor I was trying to get to. I was just so freaked out about what I would maybe have to do and what i didn't remember about my cpr class that i just bailed on the poor man...
oh well, i never did hear a code 199 so he must have made it.
That reminds me - I had a funny thing happen to me the other day at the hospital that freaked me out. I was in the elevator going to work on the 7th floor, and this guy was in the elevator with me. He said something to me that i dont remember and then he said "i'm on the my way to the er- I feel like my heart is exploding and it's getting worse - I'm pretty sure I'm having a heart attack." (that last line might be my imagination...)
And so what do I do? Well, being the completely capable nursing student that I am - I say "good luck" and jump off the elevator as soon as the door opens. It wasn't even the floor I was trying to get to. I was just so freaked out about what I would maybe have to do and what i didn't remember about my cpr class that i just bailed on the poor man...
oh well, i never did hear a code 199 so he must have made it.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Yesterday was my last day of class for spring quarter. Now just a few exams to tuck under my belt and I'm ready for a week of spring and fun. It's hard to believe that after four more quarters, they're going to let me be a nurse. A real one. One that gets paid and everything...it's going to be glorious.
In other news, I was asked to come into the UW hospital for an interview for a nurse tech position. I guess one is on the Psycho (did I mispell that on purpose or does it prove that I'm too immature to handle the people there?) floor and one on the Neuro floor. I had to look up online exactly what a neuro floor is because though I hear the words "Neuro checks" probably at least once a day- I still have a little twinge of fear that someday someone will find out that I'm not really clear on what a "neuro check" is- much less how to do one. So rather than getting through nursing school without ever really understanding what "neuro checks" are (which you could totally do) , I will try to get a job on a floor where I assume Neuro checks are all they ever do. It's noble. I know..
PS. Neuro floors are where people go when they have brain, SC related injuries and have become too stable to stay in ICU.
In other news, I was asked to come into the UW hospital for an interview for a nurse tech position. I guess one is on the Psycho (did I mispell that on purpose or does it prove that I'm too immature to handle the people there?) floor and one on the Neuro floor. I had to look up online exactly what a neuro floor is because though I hear the words "Neuro checks" probably at least once a day- I still have a little twinge of fear that someday someone will find out that I'm not really clear on what a "neuro check" is- much less how to do one. So rather than getting through nursing school without ever really understanding what "neuro checks" are (which you could totally do) , I will try to get a job on a floor where I assume Neuro checks are all they ever do. It's noble. I know..
PS. Neuro floors are where people go when they have brain, SC related injuries and have become too stable to stay in ICU.
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Imagination station
I said to myself, I miss writing. So here I am. I feel like the blogger thing is a much more mature venue for my much more insightful and mature thoughts. I mean, I am only a year away from being a full fledged nurse. I MUST have important things to say.
Among those, I just put a log on the fire that must have been filled with water because it's just hissing and spitting little water dropplets everywhere. I was thinking that it would have been great if the hissing I heard was from a snake that had been sleeping in the log and woke up to find that he was now in a pit of fire without any escape. Not that I'm into animal torture but I sure do hate snakes.
I just checked the fire- there's no snake. As I was checking, I had to think of the American Life I heard yesterday, where they did testing on children to see at what age they were able to recognize that just imagining something doesn't make it happen.
They put a box in a room with kids of different ages, then told them to imagine that there was either a puppy in the box or a monster in the box. Then they asked the kids if there was actually anythingn in the box- the kids all said no. But then the adult would leave the room, and watch the kids either move away from the box (monster) or go open the box to see if there was a puppy. They just wanted to be sure that imagining didn't make the puppy or monster real. I love that. And I love that I really did wonder if there was a snake in the fire.
Among those, I just put a log on the fire that must have been filled with water because it's just hissing and spitting little water dropplets everywhere. I was thinking that it would have been great if the hissing I heard was from a snake that had been sleeping in the log and woke up to find that he was now in a pit of fire without any escape. Not that I'm into animal torture but I sure do hate snakes.
I just checked the fire- there's no snake. As I was checking, I had to think of the American Life I heard yesterday, where they did testing on children to see at what age they were able to recognize that just imagining something doesn't make it happen.
They put a box in a room with kids of different ages, then told them to imagine that there was either a puppy in the box or a monster in the box. Then they asked the kids if there was actually anythingn in the box- the kids all said no. But then the adult would leave the room, and watch the kids either move away from the box (monster) or go open the box to see if there was a puppy. They just wanted to be sure that imagining didn't make the puppy or monster real. I love that. And I love that I really did wonder if there was a snake in the fire.
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