Well shit, has it really been a year since I last posted?
It has, and for that I apologize.
My first semester of nursing school has ended, and I did well, but it kicked my ass. It was 16 grueling weeks of work to pay the bills and studying as well as clinical in order to pass the semester. It was by far the worst 16 weeks of my life, and I have 3 more sets of 16 weeks to go. I was an asshole to those I loved. My wife deserves an award for putting up with my shit, especially when I was my most cranky. In my defense, it was incredibly stressful with vast amounts of knowledge that no human could possibly consume and meaningfully comprehend. Compound that with the fact that my understanding of this knowledge was crucial to making sure that my patient assessments were accurate or risk serious complications, and you may be able to understand that I did the best I could. I will admit, that I always had either a nurse or an instructor making sure that I didn't kill someone, but more than not, the nurse took my report of vital signs, heart rate and rhythm, lung sounds and bowel sounds to be truth, and if I was wrong then it could simply mean the patient spent a few more days in the hospital, but it could have also meant that signs of infection were missed, signs of life threatening abnormalities could be over looked. The next time you are looked over by a nurse, understand that he or she is not just listening to your heart or lungs, and that he or she is not simply taking and recording your vital signs. A good nurse is listening for differences, irregularities; looking for trending patterns and recalling what was seen or heard earlier in the day or shift and making an educated analysis about the state of your health and taking the proper measures.
I am shocked I let this blog lay dormant so long. It was therapeutic for me to blog, but I suppose I first lost the time to do it, and then lost the motivation. I will do my best to blog more often. I will be very careful about what I write, and in accordance with HIPPA, anything I write is not about you, or anyone you know. It is not about a procedure you had done, nor is it about a hospital that you have visited. It didn't happen in your town, as a matter of fact it didn't happen at all.
Until next time