Its 2am. I am bored, I am at work, and I inadvertantly got into it with some of the nursing staff... the "I don't care" attitude really rubs me the wrong way, especially when the lab gets blamed for crap going wrong in their area... If you don't know why someone cancelled a lab, and you don't have paperwork saying why it was cancelled, or even that it should have been cancelled, then, um... find it, call the one who cancelled it, or call the doc... but do something, it is for another human being and it might be important. If you were a doc, You would know that, but you're not, and neither am I (yet), but I'm not willing to take that risk, nor is it my place to call the doctor on behalf of a nurse cuz I've never even seen said patient and you're just a few doors down from them...
I'm waiting for my bike to be built. I haven't heard back. I'm not trying to rush in there, cuz I'm rebuilding my bike funds... one of my friends is sick, really sick, its his heart.
If you can go to http://saveray.ciconsultants.net/ and donate... I did, and over extended myself, but one person's heart should be more important than another's desire for a new bike... although I don't really have an old one... oh well. Get better Ray!
I'm all signed up for classes this summer. Kind of excited about that cuz I'm a geek, nerd, dork, whichever you prefer... and I like going to school, I like sciences, and i'm going to get these pre-med requirements done even if they kill me. can't say as to whether any med school would ever want me, but well, never know until you try, right?
Maybe I can file some reports.... if they haven't printed yet, i guess I can study up on pain management for my next nursing test.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Holy Chaos!
This past week has been a disaster, disorganized, disappointing mess.
I volunteered for grave yard shifts at the hospital, well, rather I said I wanted to work them.
I still have to finish my temp tour at my guard base which ends at the end of the month.
I am now working both of them for the rest of the month becasue I had to secure this shift now, so later I don't get stuck working shifts that make it so I never see my kids.
I'm not supposed to do "double shifts" according to the military. So now I feel stuck and torn.
I sleep when I can, an hour here, and hour there. between getting the kids to swimming, soccer, and running soccer practice for the team I coach. My coworkers at the hospital are gracious enough to let me clock off and sleep from time to time when it is slow, so that gets me usually another hour or 2.
But then when it was added up, i had 7 days and 98 hours scheduled. but finesse made it so I didnt work all of them. And i had to beg off last night from the hospital because of an exercise at guard. we had extended hours, which was disappointingly cutting into my sleep that should have let me have 6 straight hours.
A series of events, getting out of drill later than preferred, locking myself out of the house I'm housesitting, actually losing that key is more accurate, spending too long looking for it, calling the locksmith I now have on speed dial after locking myself out of my car 2 days in a row 2 weeks ago, needing to wash my uniform because it was sweaty, charcoaly, and stinky, led to me getting roughly 1 hour of sleep since 5 am this morning.
Tonight I am alone at work (sad thing for me)
this leads to no sleep until 430 pm tomorrow afternoon, after working my temp tour.
I feel frustrated. i can't train when I'm this tired, and I feel like I am eating too many carbs just to stay awake, and the scale is being mean to me, as well as my clothes. Working like this isn't good for my health. Thank goodness It is almost over. The worst is behind me. I don't have my kids this week, they're on a cruise to mexico (poor them, huh?), and I'm not working another grave until friday, so I have a few days to recover. I am scheduled to take a test on Tuesday, that I'm woefully not prepared for because when I try to read a book, my eyes close for very long blinks, and the information becomes more slippery than a wet bar of soap, and that is frustrating to me. I hope I can spend a good amount of time tomorrow (after a nap, of course) studying.
It is a nursing test #2 in a series of 6, and i hear the part students struggle on are the fluid and electrolyte sections and the nutriton section... from the practice questions feeding tubes are a big portion of the nutrition section.
I'm sure I will do just fine and pass. I know I have that base of knowledge. But, I'm thinking of maybe applying for medical school in a few years, so that puts more pressure on me to excell and have a decent GPA from here on out. I have a spotty academic past when it comes to grades because, well, life tends to get in the way when you start college with kids and a husband that doesn't really care to support you in what you do... and of course the divorce that is bound to accompany that kind of attitude.
So yeah, fun times, right?
This past week has been a disaster, disorganized, disappointing mess.
I volunteered for grave yard shifts at the hospital, well, rather I said I wanted to work them.
I still have to finish my temp tour at my guard base which ends at the end of the month.
I am now working both of them for the rest of the month becasue I had to secure this shift now, so later I don't get stuck working shifts that make it so I never see my kids.
I'm not supposed to do "double shifts" according to the military. So now I feel stuck and torn.
I sleep when I can, an hour here, and hour there. between getting the kids to swimming, soccer, and running soccer practice for the team I coach. My coworkers at the hospital are gracious enough to let me clock off and sleep from time to time when it is slow, so that gets me usually another hour or 2.
But then when it was added up, i had 7 days and 98 hours scheduled. but finesse made it so I didnt work all of them. And i had to beg off last night from the hospital because of an exercise at guard. we had extended hours, which was disappointingly cutting into my sleep that should have let me have 6 straight hours.
A series of events, getting out of drill later than preferred, locking myself out of the house I'm housesitting, actually losing that key is more accurate, spending too long looking for it, calling the locksmith I now have on speed dial after locking myself out of my car 2 days in a row 2 weeks ago, needing to wash my uniform because it was sweaty, charcoaly, and stinky, led to me getting roughly 1 hour of sleep since 5 am this morning.
Tonight I am alone at work (sad thing for me)
this leads to no sleep until 430 pm tomorrow afternoon, after working my temp tour.
I feel frustrated. i can't train when I'm this tired, and I feel like I am eating too many carbs just to stay awake, and the scale is being mean to me, as well as my clothes. Working like this isn't good for my health. Thank goodness It is almost over. The worst is behind me. I don't have my kids this week, they're on a cruise to mexico (poor them, huh?), and I'm not working another grave until friday, so I have a few days to recover. I am scheduled to take a test on Tuesday, that I'm woefully not prepared for because when I try to read a book, my eyes close for very long blinks, and the information becomes more slippery than a wet bar of soap, and that is frustrating to me. I hope I can spend a good amount of time tomorrow (after a nap, of course) studying.
It is a nursing test #2 in a series of 6, and i hear the part students struggle on are the fluid and electrolyte sections and the nutriton section... from the practice questions feeding tubes are a big portion of the nutrition section.
I'm sure I will do just fine and pass. I know I have that base of knowledge. But, I'm thinking of maybe applying for medical school in a few years, so that puts more pressure on me to excell and have a decent GPA from here on out. I have a spotty academic past when it comes to grades because, well, life tends to get in the way when you start college with kids and a husband that doesn't really care to support you in what you do... and of course the divorce that is bound to accompany that kind of attitude.
So yeah, fun times, right?
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