Friday, February 19, 2010
Role change
The other day started off as any other day, I woke up early, got ready and went to clinical. Since I was observing in a new environment I was nervous about what journey I was about to embark on. I had read the papers about the burn unit and had followed the instructions, I ate a good breakfast and drank plenty of water, I felt prepared for the most part. After arriving on the burn unit I felt there was nothing for me to do. I looked through the patient charts to know what to expect but then I just stood at the desk waiting for more instructions. Eventually, I asked one of the nurses if I could follow her into the patient rooms while she took vitals, and she said yes so I went with her. I didn't feel very welcome in the burn unit and I felt more in the way. I attempted to talk with the nurses and ask questions but there wasn't a lot going on. There was also another student observing so she got to see the first treatment and I was going to get to see the second. Once it was my turn, I washed my hands, put on the cap and plastic gown and was ready to see the burn treatment. I was very excited about what I was about to see. The patient was a 16 year old female who had been in a car crash, she had abrasions on her back, shoulder, and hands. The nurses took off the old dressings and they took her vitals. She was getting in the whirlpool when I started feeling nauseous and asked to sit down. The nurse suggested that I exit the room and cool down as well as drink something. I assured her that I would be fine once I sat down but then I decided it would be best to leave. I remember walking over the nurses station but I was already blacking out because I couldn't really see to sit down in the chair but I made it. The other nursing student asked if I would like some water and I replied yes. The next thing I remember I was waking up on the floor thinking, why do my ankles hurt so bad and why am I asleep on the floor in this awkward position. There were tons of people around me asking me a lot of questions. It was very overwhelming and I felt bombarded. I was very hot and sweaty and I was shaking pretty badly. They started hooking me up to all the machines to be sure everything was ok. The nurse that witnessed everything is telling the code nurses what happened, apparantly I passed out, stopped breathing for like 10 seconds and had a short siezure. I had to go to the Emergency room because they had to call a code when I wasn't breakthing. It was so weird to be the patient now, I felt so embarrassed that this happened to me. Being the patient as a nursing student is interesting because I knew what they were talking about but I can see how a normal person would be very freaked out by everything going on. They got me in a wheelchair and said they had to bring me down to the ER, now I was even more embarrassed. I didn't like having to be wheeled in a wheelchair because I hate when other people have to do things for me, it is so dehumanizing. As I rolled through the ER, my friend Laura was observing down there so she asked her nurse if she could come with me. It was so nice to have a familiar face with me now. The nurses were very nice and asked all of the routine questions. Then the doctor came to see me and asked me more questions. He determined that I was fine and that I should just rest for a while then I can be discharged. I didn't like having to sit in this room and do nothing, I felt bad that I was in this situation. It was also very frustrating that I had to find a ride to come get me and I did not have service in the room so I had to use the hospital's phone. It was interesting trying to explain the situation to the people I called while trying to find a ride. Eventually I got a hold of my brother who came to get me and everything turned out fine. It was a stressful time being the patient but it really helped me to understand what they are going through. I think I can be a better nurse because I have now been in the patient's shoes.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
If only
If only I did not feel compelled to talk to every single person I see, I would not be in this situation. However, I do feel compelled to speak so here goes nothing. The other day I walked out of my building and I was on my way over to the cafe for a late lunch. However, I was stalled before crossing the street because a car came speeding down the street! I am now laughing out loud about the ridiculousness of almost getting run over. Whatever happened to pedestrians having the ride away? Apparantly not. However, I am also now walking directly next to a guy that was headed the same way as me. He also was laughing at what had just happened so it wasn't like we could ignore the situation. And because I feel its awkward to not talk to him, I decide to start up a conversation. It starts off with a hello, how is your day. He begins to tell me that his day is going well, he is headed to his last class of the day and then basketball. I ask if he is a freshman and he replies yes, to which I ask him how the JV bball team is doing. He then proceeds to tell me that he is actually on the varsity. And me, not thinking replies, "oh really? I guess I haven't really seen you play, and since I cheer I figured I would of". He then tells me that he rotated his pelvis so he has been out for a while and that he actually used to start. Oops, my bad. Lets see how many times I can zing this kid in one conversation. I felt terrible, but I wasn't trying to be rude, it just happened. So a few more comments and the conversation ended as we parted ways.
Next part of the story: there was a basketball player eating dinner all by himself and he somewhat fit the description of the boy I had met earlier that day but since the boy from earlier had a hood on, I was not for sure of his hair color or if this was the right boy. So I decided to find out. I walked over to him said hello and asked if he was the guy that I had met earlier that day. he gives me a puzzled look and says, I don't know. I said, we almost got hit by a car. He replies, "Nope, not me, I think I would remember almost getting hit by a car". To which I reply, oops! OK, enjoy your dinner! And then I walk away hastily. Great times. Oh the awkward!
Next part of the story: there was a basketball player eating dinner all by himself and he somewhat fit the description of the boy I had met earlier that day but since the boy from earlier had a hood on, I was not for sure of his hair color or if this was the right boy. So I decided to find out. I walked over to him said hello and asked if he was the guy that I had met earlier that day. he gives me a puzzled look and says, I don't know. I said, we almost got hit by a car. He replies, "Nope, not me, I think I would remember almost getting hit by a car". To which I reply, oops! OK, enjoy your dinner! And then I walk away hastily. Great times. Oh the awkward!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Oh the life I live...
So many good stories to post!
The first story happened over Christmas break while I was still at home. I was housesitting for my best friend's family while they were in Mexico. They happen to live out in the country in the middle of nowhere and a snowstorm and decided to hit my town. Awesome. My dad did not think it was a good idea for me to drive out to their house because he didn't think my car could make it. So he said he would take me out there after lunch and pick me up once he got off work. The roads had been cleared and it wasn't too bad getting out there, we just couldn't go all the way down the driveway. However, the wind was blowing like mad that day and the snow drifts had blown all the snow back into the road. My dad decides that the minivan can totally take on the snow and decides to continue down the gravel road towards my friends house. Turns out, the minivan is not as beastly as my dad would like to think. He calls me saying that he isn't going to make it and that I have two options: I can stay at the house all night or I can walk to him and help him dig out the van. There was no way I could just stay at the house thinking of my dad trying to push the van out all by himself. So I packed up the few things I brought with me and winterfied myself and I began on the long journey towards my dad. You should know that he got stuck pretty quickly after turning off the highway and onto the gravel road. Therefore I had to walk a half mile up and down the hills in the freezing cold and awful wind. It was so gratifying to finally make it to the van! By this time a nice man had stopped to help us and was attempting to pull the van out, somehow my dad got it really stuck. It took about another hour and 3 more cars of people to help us but we finally got it out! Ridiculous? I think yes.
The first story happened over Christmas break while I was still at home. I was housesitting for my best friend's family while they were in Mexico. They happen to live out in the country in the middle of nowhere and a snowstorm and decided to hit my town. Awesome. My dad did not think it was a good idea for me to drive out to their house because he didn't think my car could make it. So he said he would take me out there after lunch and pick me up once he got off work. The roads had been cleared and it wasn't too bad getting out there, we just couldn't go all the way down the driveway. However, the wind was blowing like mad that day and the snow drifts had blown all the snow back into the road. My dad decides that the minivan can totally take on the snow and decides to continue down the gravel road towards my friends house. Turns out, the minivan is not as beastly as my dad would like to think. He calls me saying that he isn't going to make it and that I have two options: I can stay at the house all night or I can walk to him and help him dig out the van. There was no way I could just stay at the house thinking of my dad trying to push the van out all by himself. So I packed up the few things I brought with me and winterfied myself and I began on the long journey towards my dad. You should know that he got stuck pretty quickly after turning off the highway and onto the gravel road. Therefore I had to walk a half mile up and down the hills in the freezing cold and awful wind. It was so gratifying to finally make it to the van! By this time a nice man had stopped to help us and was attempting to pull the van out, somehow my dad got it really stuck. It took about another hour and 3 more cars of people to help us but we finally got it out! Ridiculous? I think yes.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Death by ripstick
First off, let me start off my saying that my friends have the best house ever. We have figured out that if you open all of the doors in the house we can ripstick in a square through the whole house. We often have races around the house and it is always a good time. I think my favorite time was when a bunch of us girls were all together getting ready for a dance and we are ripsticking around the house all glammed up in our dresses. I tried to ripstick in heels, tbut urns out it doesn't work. It throws off the whole toe heel action you need to have to ripstick properly. But funny nonetheless.
Second story:
I am also trying a new skill. I love doing handstands. A lot. So I decided to try and combine my love for handstands with my passion for skateboarding. I now do handstands on a skateboard and I am trying to get to where I can propel myself down the hall. I still am too scared to get too far away from the wall but I fell that this skill is well on its way. Soon, I will be a pro.
Third and best story for today:
So, Friday after I had completed finals, I decided it was a good idea to celebrate by ripsticking with one of my friends. We start off and we are both so excited to be ripsticking again since we have had no time recently because of school. She is telling me that she hasn't gone down a hill in a while and she is super excited. So of course I take her to my favorite hill. Now, usually I start a little ways down the hill so as to not die but this day I was super excited and not really thinking. We also had to move out of the way of a car so I had gone up a small hill then just turned and went down the small hill around the corner and started my trek down the big hill. Unfortunately, I was not thinking about the added momentum from the small hill that I had just gone down and before I knew it, I was zooming down the hill. There was no way to escape this one, I just had to ride it out and hope for the best. I am carving like crazy trying to slow myself down but nothing is working, I am rapidly picking up speed. Another thing you should know, this hill is normally not to bad and at the end of it you can curve and go down another small hill into the faculty parking lot. However, there were cars in the parking lot still and I knew that I was too fast to control the ripstick down the hill and not hit any cars. So as I am flying down the hill, I am looking for a good place to bail, knowing there is no way I can just run off of this one. I decided that my best plan of action was to try and go up the small ramp to the building and hope that the uphill would be enough to slow me down so I could run off easily. However, I must have toed to much because my back foot fell of the ripstick and is dragging on the ground. I am squeezing my legs so hard so that I do not do the splits because my front leg is still going on the ripstick. I eventually cannot control this any longer and my front foot rolls off the ripstick and I hit the ground rolling. I then realize that I have burnt a hole in my shoe and it has even burnt a hole in my sock. Also, a piece of my shoelace has burnt off. Both of my ankles are bleeding but not too badly. The good news was that my head was fine and nothing was broken. My friend was smarter and did not start quite as high up as me but she also realized she had to bail and after watching me almost die she chose to hit the grass and fly to the ground. She only ended up with some mud on her, much better choice. Of course once I fixed my shoe and cleaned up the blood some we continued on our merry way and kept ripsticking. It wasn't until I sat down later that I realized just how badly my ankles really hurt. But I am doing much better now and all is well. Just another day and just another wipe out. Epic.
Second story:
I am also trying a new skill. I love doing handstands. A lot. So I decided to try and combine my love for handstands with my passion for skateboarding. I now do handstands on a skateboard and I am trying to get to where I can propel myself down the hall. I still am too scared to get too far away from the wall but I fell that this skill is well on its way. Soon, I will be a pro.
Third and best story for today:
So, Friday after I had completed finals, I decided it was a good idea to celebrate by ripsticking with one of my friends. We start off and we are both so excited to be ripsticking again since we have had no time recently because of school. She is telling me that she hasn't gone down a hill in a while and she is super excited. So of course I take her to my favorite hill. Now, usually I start a little ways down the hill so as to not die but this day I was super excited and not really thinking. We also had to move out of the way of a car so I had gone up a small hill then just turned and went down the small hill around the corner and started my trek down the big hill. Unfortunately, I was not thinking about the added momentum from the small hill that I had just gone down and before I knew it, I was zooming down the hill. There was no way to escape this one, I just had to ride it out and hope for the best. I am carving like crazy trying to slow myself down but nothing is working, I am rapidly picking up speed. Another thing you should know, this hill is normally not to bad and at the end of it you can curve and go down another small hill into the faculty parking lot. However, there were cars in the parking lot still and I knew that I was too fast to control the ripstick down the hill and not hit any cars. So as I am flying down the hill, I am looking for a good place to bail, knowing there is no way I can just run off of this one. I decided that my best plan of action was to try and go up the small ramp to the building and hope that the uphill would be enough to slow me down so I could run off easily. However, I must have toed to much because my back foot fell of the ripstick and is dragging on the ground. I am squeezing my legs so hard so that I do not do the splits because my front leg is still going on the ripstick. I eventually cannot control this any longer and my front foot rolls off the ripstick and I hit the ground rolling. I then realize that I have burnt a hole in my shoe and it has even burnt a hole in my sock. Also, a piece of my shoelace has burnt off. Both of my ankles are bleeding but not too badly. The good news was that my head was fine and nothing was broken. My friend was smarter and did not start quite as high up as me but she also realized she had to bail and after watching me almost die she chose to hit the grass and fly to the ground. She only ended up with some mud on her, much better choice. Of course once I fixed my shoe and cleaned up the blood some we continued on our merry way and kept ripsticking. It wasn't until I sat down later that I realized just how badly my ankles really hurt. But I am doing much better now and all is well. Just another day and just another wipe out. Epic.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Hello Mr. Coppers
Again, I apologize for my awful writing skills. And I do wish I could tell these stories to all of you in person because I promise they are much better, but this is the best I can do. Enjoy.
Story 1:
My sister and I met one night for ice cream at Culver's, I luckily had my ripstick in my trunk so I decided to show off my sweet moves. So, we are ripsticking it up in the parking lot and this 10 year old boy and his mom walk to their car and the entire time the kid is staring at us. When he gets to the car, he asks if it is a ripstick, to which I reply yes. Then he goes to get in the car, stops, and looks back and yells, "I have one too!" Awesome, me and all the 10 year old boys own ripsticks. Par-tay.
Story 2:
I was heading to my friends house the other night and since she only lives like 3 blocks away, I decided it would be more economical for me to just ripstick to her house rather than driving. So I head off down the street and down the little hill which then turns into a slight incline and flatlines before her house, I was able to ripstick the entire way there without stopping which is somewhat impressive considering the awful roads where I live. The interesting part of the story comes on the ride back home. I was able to ride most of the way home but the little hill on the way there turns into a large hill to ride uphill, so I had to walk about the last block. So, I am a block away from my house, I am carrying my ripstick, and it is about 11:30 at night. I am crossing the street and I look down and notice a cop a little ways down the road, turning onto the street away from me. However, I then notice him put on his blinker to turn back towards me. Great, I was not in the mood to deal with that. I decided to pick up the pace and try to make it to my house before he made it to me. I managed to get to my car and throw the ripstick in the trunk and I was at the door unlocking it when the cop pulled into the alleyway. I turned and smiled and said hello. He said "you're fine sweetheart, I was just wanting to check and make sure everything was ok" to which I responded, "Yep, I was just walking home from my friend's house, thanks though." Luckily, I am from a small town and so I know the man, and he also happens to live across the park from me so it was all good. So, nothing too exciting, but still funny that the cop turned around to find me and check out the situation.
Apparantly, ripsticking in the dark and speedwalking after seeing a cop is grounds for sketchiness. Who knew.
Story 1:
My sister and I met one night for ice cream at Culver's, I luckily had my ripstick in my trunk so I decided to show off my sweet moves. So, we are ripsticking it up in the parking lot and this 10 year old boy and his mom walk to their car and the entire time the kid is staring at us. When he gets to the car, he asks if it is a ripstick, to which I reply yes. Then he goes to get in the car, stops, and looks back and yells, "I have one too!" Awesome, me and all the 10 year old boys own ripsticks. Par-tay.
Story 2:
I was heading to my friends house the other night and since she only lives like 3 blocks away, I decided it would be more economical for me to just ripstick to her house rather than driving. So I head off down the street and down the little hill which then turns into a slight incline and flatlines before her house, I was able to ripstick the entire way there without stopping which is somewhat impressive considering the awful roads where I live. The interesting part of the story comes on the ride back home. I was able to ride most of the way home but the little hill on the way there turns into a large hill to ride uphill, so I had to walk about the last block. So, I am a block away from my house, I am carrying my ripstick, and it is about 11:30 at night. I am crossing the street and I look down and notice a cop a little ways down the road, turning onto the street away from me. However, I then notice him put on his blinker to turn back towards me. Great, I was not in the mood to deal with that. I decided to pick up the pace and try to make it to my house before he made it to me. I managed to get to my car and throw the ripstick in the trunk and I was at the door unlocking it when the cop pulled into the alleyway. I turned and smiled and said hello. He said "you're fine sweetheart, I was just wanting to check and make sure everything was ok" to which I responded, "Yep, I was just walking home from my friend's house, thanks though." Luckily, I am from a small town and so I know the man, and he also happens to live across the park from me so it was all good. So, nothing too exciting, but still funny that the cop turned around to find me and check out the situation.
Apparantly, ripsticking in the dark and speedwalking after seeing a cop is grounds for sketchiness. Who knew.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Oh buddy.
So yesterday I had to go to Barnes and Noble to get a book to help me pass Med Surge. While at the check out counter the man working asks if I am in medical school. To which I respond, no, just nursing school. He asked me how it was going and I replied that it is kicking my butt. He then told me that he is moving to France and invited me along with him. Yes please. Oh wait, 2 things you should know: 1) he is not the most attractive person I have ever seen, 2) he has a girlfriend. Sad. But he was telling me that France is one of the cheapest places to live because their cost of living is low and healthcare is cheaper and what not. So basically, who wants to move to France??
Friday, October 30, 2009
My first blog. Ridiculous.
So this is my first blog ever.
Get excited.
I anticipate this being great.
You might ask why I chose to start a blog?
Well, my life is ridiculous. And I feel that my stories should be shared.
You should also know that I am not a writer. I am more of a story teller so I am not sure how great my stories will be written down but I will try. I should also start off by saying that today I had an interesting encounter with a friend and when discussing it with Kat, who witnessed the account, I decided it was time to share my ridiculousness with the blogging world. She asked me to entitle it, the adventures of J-Fine and Kat Church, but for the sake of having our names posted in the title, I decided against it.
Anyways, here go the stories. Where do I begin?
I recently started skateboarding with some of my friends. This opens the door for meeting a whole new group of people. And I love meeting new people. However, I feel like recently all of my encounters with skateboarders have been very awkward and weird. Imagine that.
Story 1: My friends and I are out tearing it up on our boards, enjoying ourselves when this guy comes outside and watches us for a while. Eventually, he asks if he can skate with us, so naturally, we gave him a board and watched as he totally showed us up. Before he came outside I wiped out terribly down a hill and so I was sitting by the lamppost checking out the damage I did to my leg and he comes and sits beside me. He starts looking and assessing my leg (which includes him feeling the massive bruise on my leg). (Excuse me? Why are you touching my leg!?! Not ok.) So he tells me that I should probably take some NSAIDS and stay off it for a few days. Fortunately, one of my friends looks at him and says, yeah she knows, she's a nurse. I laughed at him was like yeah, stay off of it for a few days, considering I have already been boarding on it again and I have to cheer tomorrow. Good plan. He seemed very interested in the fact that I was a cheerleader, and very interested in me in general. Luckily, his ride eventually came and he left. Then, my friends and I sat around laughing at the ridiculousness that is our lives.
Story 2: My friends and I boarded to the union and we are just playing around on our boards inside waiting for our coffee. Once we go to leave this boy that had been watching us the whole times walks over and is like "are you all skateboarding?" (Really? I mean we are holding skateboards. People really are stupid sometimes). To which I respond, yes, that is why we have our boards. He continues to chat awkwardly about skateboarding and eventually we just slip away. Afer this encounter, Kat so politely points out that he only spoke to me. And come to think of it, the creepy boarder boys really only ever speak to me. Awesome. What a winner I am. Good times.
Story 3 is not about skateboarding but it is still rather ridiculous: I was sitting in the cage today with my friend and we are chatting when all of sudden someone comes up behind me and puts his hands over my eyes. He continues to get very close to me and is whispering odd things into my ear and telling me to guess who it is. You should know that I cannot stand people close to my neck and I really cannot stand people whispering in my ear. He then moves on to giving me a back massage, then just stands behind me with his hand very close to my face saying that he is not touching me. Kat is also provoking him and telling me to just embrace the entire situation. So awkward. You should also know that I do not handle awkward situations very well, I am just awkward in general.
Well, I think these are enough stories for today. I hope you liked them. This would be so much better if it were video and if you could only watch them. Hopefully, you can see the ridiculousness that is my life.
Get excited.
I anticipate this being great.
You might ask why I chose to start a blog?
Well, my life is ridiculous. And I feel that my stories should be shared.
You should also know that I am not a writer. I am more of a story teller so I am not sure how great my stories will be written down but I will try. I should also start off by saying that today I had an interesting encounter with a friend and when discussing it with Kat, who witnessed the account, I decided it was time to share my ridiculousness with the blogging world. She asked me to entitle it, the adventures of J-Fine and Kat Church, but for the sake of having our names posted in the title, I decided against it.
Anyways, here go the stories. Where do I begin?
I recently started skateboarding with some of my friends. This opens the door for meeting a whole new group of people. And I love meeting new people. However, I feel like recently all of my encounters with skateboarders have been very awkward and weird. Imagine that.
Story 1: My friends and I are out tearing it up on our boards, enjoying ourselves when this guy comes outside and watches us for a while. Eventually, he asks if he can skate with us, so naturally, we gave him a board and watched as he totally showed us up. Before he came outside I wiped out terribly down a hill and so I was sitting by the lamppost checking out the damage I did to my leg and he comes and sits beside me. He starts looking and assessing my leg (which includes him feeling the massive bruise on my leg). (Excuse me? Why are you touching my leg!?! Not ok.) So he tells me that I should probably take some NSAIDS and stay off it for a few days. Fortunately, one of my friends looks at him and says, yeah she knows, she's a nurse. I laughed at him was like yeah, stay off of it for a few days, considering I have already been boarding on it again and I have to cheer tomorrow. Good plan. He seemed very interested in the fact that I was a cheerleader, and very interested in me in general. Luckily, his ride eventually came and he left. Then, my friends and I sat around laughing at the ridiculousness that is our lives.
Story 2: My friends and I boarded to the union and we are just playing around on our boards inside waiting for our coffee. Once we go to leave this boy that had been watching us the whole times walks over and is like "are you all skateboarding?" (Really? I mean we are holding skateboards. People really are stupid sometimes). To which I respond, yes, that is why we have our boards. He continues to chat awkwardly about skateboarding and eventually we just slip away. Afer this encounter, Kat so politely points out that he only spoke to me. And come to think of it, the creepy boarder boys really only ever speak to me. Awesome. What a winner I am. Good times.
Story 3 is not about skateboarding but it is still rather ridiculous: I was sitting in the cage today with my friend and we are chatting when all of sudden someone comes up behind me and puts his hands over my eyes. He continues to get very close to me and is whispering odd things into my ear and telling me to guess who it is. You should know that I cannot stand people close to my neck and I really cannot stand people whispering in my ear. He then moves on to giving me a back massage, then just stands behind me with his hand very close to my face saying that he is not touching me. Kat is also provoking him and telling me to just embrace the entire situation. So awkward. You should also know that I do not handle awkward situations very well, I am just awkward in general.
Well, I think these are enough stories for today. I hope you liked them. This would be so much better if it were video and if you could only watch them. Hopefully, you can see the ridiculousness that is my life.
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