Insomniac Jr.

Today was clinicals and that means waking up at 4:30 in the morning and THAT means that I really need to get to bed early. This is especially true as I went to bed around 1 on Friday and Saturday night because I was talking with Maura and watching movies with Myrna and Luis, respectively. So I was a bit short on sleep.

It was only when I got back to the dorm Sunday evening that there was clinicals and that I hadn't finish all the paperwork from last week. I had to do a care plan for one of the patients I had that week, fill out 2 or 3 med sheets, and fill out at least 2 weekly self assessments because *everyone* in our clinical group (except for 1 person) has forgot to fill out those for the time we have been in the Med/Surg rotation.

I got the med sheets and the weekly evals done before I keeled over, and tried to convince myself that I would do my care plan in the morning on the 20-25 minute drive. THat didn't happen.

So it's 11 and I'm in bed with my light out. That's good, I could get 5 1/2 hours of sleep. 11:30 comes. *KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* No, I isn't my RA coming for room check. It turns out that she isn't in the dorm so every one has to go to the front desk and sign in, the freshman hoping that they won't get a blue slip because they had to "come in" after their curfew.

After I do get to sleep it is... later. Then "OH NO! IT'S 4:30! I HAVE TO GET UP! Wait, it's only 2."

I go back to sleep.

Then "OH NO! IT'S 4:30! I HAVE TO GET UP! Wait, its only 2:02."

I go back to sleep.

Then "OH NO! IT'S 4:30! I HAVE TO GET UP! Wait, its only 2:03."

I go back to sleep.

Then "OH NO! IT'S 4:30! I HAVE TO GET UP! Wait, its only 2:06."

I go back to sleep.

Then "OH NO! IT'S 4:30! I HAVE TO GET UP! Wait, its only 2:10."

Do you sense a PATTERN here? I was SO not happy. Have no idea why I kept thinking it was time to get up, but the up shot is that I got about 4 hours of sleep and it was not quality sleep.

I was yawning in my patient's face all morning. I had an easy patient, which was nice, but today was my day to go to the other clinical group's floor in UMass Memorial. I really like the floor and the instructor that I have.

I felt like I was having to play ketchup all morning because we're supposed to have an assessment written and in the chart by 10 at the latest, I like to have it done by 9, but the instructor WOULD NOT look it over until after 11, by which time I was done with my Pt. at CT because I got to observe her scan. I wasn't up to the floor again until 12:30, by which time someone had seen that there wasn't an assessment and written one. I don't like other people having to do the work I'm supposed to do.

So, the upside to EVERYTHING that happened is that there is only 3 days left of clinicals! YEAH! And I got to start my comprehensive care plan on the pt. I had today! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was really worried when I would find a patient that was alert enough to answer all 11 pages of questions that I had to ask and had time to answer them. But it's done. Well, the interview is done. THen rest won't be hard, it will just take time.

So, that was MY day.

Random whateverness

My life must be relatively boring. I had all this things that kept running through my head in class and when I come to write I realize that I would have been reiterating the same things that I already said. Which is pretty pathetic because I've only written 3 other times.

Yeah, I was kind of hyper in class today. Sunshine after rain and sugar on an empty stomach are NOT a good combination in me it turns out. I actually had to write *DON'T TALK* on a piece of paper and hold it an inch from my face to remember that silence it the better part of valor.

There might be a whole group of us going out to eat this evening. Italian food. Yum. It started out as only 3 people tired of cafe food escaping to a restaurant yesterday (no, I was not one of the instigators) , but than Somebody forgot that he had a trio practice, so it was postponed 'til today. At last count that I know of there were 7 or 8 people invited and that was yesterday so who knows how many people are going.

It's official that I get to spend the weekend away from the dorm. I turned in my weekend pass to the RA last night. I am going to exchange MASSIVE amounts of back rubs for the use of Maura's washer and dryer on Friday. That will save me about 6 bucks. I have a lot of laundry. It's been two weeks since I washed cloths.

And NO, I don't love Maura just for her appliances. How rude to think so!

I am much less hyper/psychotic today then I was yesterday, believe it or not. It's about 25 degrees cooler and my energy levels seem to depend on the amount of heat. I should be a lizard.

Strummy strummy la la

I love spring. I really do. Having 85 degree weather when I got out of clinicals made being in clinical all right. Not that I don't find it interesting, I do. And I think that I choose a good career. But you do have to deal with some pretty gross stuff, like emptying a colostomy bag. Imagine the grossest smelling fart ever and put that smell in to a condensed half liquid/ half solid form and that's what "colostomy exudate", aka poop that doesn't have the water sucked out of it yet, smells like.

But you see, I don't care now. It's spring and I just spent the last hour and half sitting in the sun and breeze studying. Not only to I now have an improved mind but I just might start to get a tan if this weather keeps up.

Oh, and the test that I should have been studying for early and wasn't? Got an A (-A, but whateva) and had the second highest grade in the class (so what if I tied with 4 other people). And I finished the 1st draft of the paper I had to write and it isn't too bad. I can definitely work with it.

So, summary? Life currently likes me and, YAY SPRING!!!!!!!!

The WEIRDEST dream ever

So I just woke up and I actually remember my dream, which never happens, and it is odd. Analyze this if you dare.

I'm at home and doing normal stuff like talking to my family. It's the middle of the day, the house is a mess, my dad for some reason decides to take a shower, my mom is busy with something (I think she was on the computer) and Beth is nowhere to be found being most likely in bed.

So I'm trying to clean the house when the phone rings. It is a policewoman asking if our mailbox is still there because it looks like someone demolished it. I look out of the window...onto a street that looks nothing like the one we like on. That doesn't faze me at all, neither does the huge 16-wheeler that is parked in front of our house and very close to the mailbox which for some reason is out by the road instead of way up by the house where it should be. No, I calmly tell her, the mail box is fine. Thank you for calling.

I'm about to hang up when a policeMAN now comes on the line and reports that they just spotted a thief making his way to our house and if we have any trouble capturing him, please give them a call or call 1-800-##### (yeah right. Like I'll remember numbers ever, even in a dream! Now THAT would be weird.)

Completely unfazed by their lack of help I calmly go down stairs, inform my mother that the police just alerted us to the fact that we are about to be robbed (while we are home, stupid thief) and armed myself with the first things I saw. A yardstick and a blanket. I must have been thinking of the gladiators some time yesterday and the one that fought with the trident and net.

The robber comes in the front door (without knocking of course, because knocking is for sissies) and is carrying a *huge* sledge hammer. I don't know why he didn't just knock me out with the thing but he didn't. I gave him a far warning that the house was occupied. ("There's six people here buddy so you better leave! " I told you numbers and I don't like each other 'cause I only count 4 in the light of day.)

He grunted and started in towards where he thought the lout would be. So I tried to hit him with the yard stick but that didn't work because there wasn't enough weight. I tried to trip him with the blanket and that really didn't work. The whole time I was doing this he was ignoring me, probably hoping I would just give up and let him work, and my mom was just watching the whole thing!

I *finally* through away my "weapons" and gave him and good, old-fashioned .... indian burn. Of course I haven't done that since I was ~12 and tried it on my best friendýs little sister when she was bothering us and I kind of forgot how. I just twisted his whole arm. The robber seemed to think it was funny. I believe he said "keep on twisting". With that kind of invitation I had to. So I dislocated his shoulder.

The expression on his face was wonderful. I don't know how my brain ever thought it up. A mixture of surprise, confusion, and a lot of pain. He just stood there while we tried to get it contact with the police. I was very worried that they got him quickly, not because he might run away, but because we've been studying the musculoskeletal system and I was worried that his shoulder would become necrotic if someone didn't relocate it soon.

And that it where I woke up, and tried not to laugh me head off.

*EDIT--retrospectively it probably wasn't all that funny, and might in fact show that I'm severely disturbed. But I've always kinda suspected that.*

'ello everyone!

I have really no idea where to start writing so I'm going to assume that anyone who reads this already knows me.

I'm tired and I'm procratenating! I should be studing for the nursing test I have on Tuesday and writing the research paper that is due on Tuesday, but I'm not. This time I can blame it on Emilie. She was the one to introduce me to this site. And a can almost blame the fact that I barely studied all weekend on FranK. It was because of HIS choir trip that I was gone all weekend. I am of course ignoring the fact that I could have studied on the 8 hour bus trip that we had BOTH WAYS!!! I hate buses. Anyway I didn't, at least no nearly enough as I should have and I'm not now and I should.

Some how I think you might be hearing alot of this in this journal. I'll probably end up writing whenever I should be studying. I'll try to write again about something, ANYTHING other then what I should be doing but arn't - isn't - are not? Yeah, I have a grammer thing. It has to be perfect but I don't know how to.

(conscious) GO STUDY! (/conscious)

Bye.