Here goes nothing and everything at the same time...

To feel compassion is to feel that we are in some sort and to some extent responsible for the pain that is being inflicted, that we ought to do something about it.

- Aldous Huxley (1894-1963)

I want to be a good nurse.

I am addicted to Saunders NCLEX questions.

It's sad but true.

Clinicals went well this week, my instructor is very...excitable and kind of intimidating to me but it's ok. She's just so smart that I sometimes feel so stupid when I talk with her or ask her questions... But it's ok.

I absolutely loved CVIMC (Cardiovascular Intermediate Care). The nurses were incredibly nice and helpful. I had two different nurses on Tuesday and Wednesday and they both were incredible teachers and so patient. The more I continue on in the hospital the more and more I like critical care. I love kids and I loved peds but critical care is just so interesting.

Alright well I'm done--I need to study. I have a test on Monday and it looks like it's going to be....slightly difficult. (understatement of the century)

All I have to say is that I'm so so excited to have our program head teaching again.

She is by far and away my favorite lecture teacher and one of my top favorite clinical teachers as well. So I welcome this Cardiac Unit with open arms! :) Lets just get this Respiratory out of the way!

*sigh*

Today was not my day.

I had to take a CAP test at school so I can graduate. Basically it's a glorified SAT. Anyways, that was at eight am today--I had all these grand plans of getting up at seven eating breakfast--taking my time.

My mom got home last night and we talked till about two about how my dad's parents were doing what was going on ect. So I was exhausted when I went to bed and forgot to set my alarm. So I wake up this morning--and the first thought that floods my mind is "I feel way to good right now for it just to be seven am. Turn and the clock says 8:22. I freaked. Literally threw my clothes on kind of brushed my teeth--ran a brush through my hair grabbed a pencil, my school badge, and a calculator. Raced to my car jumped in and got to school by 8:35. Thankfully Mrs. Ferguson was amazing and let me take all of the test except for the writing part--which I now have to go in at 8 am on Thursday to take it. But it's ok.

I just hate being late to anything--much less a freaking test. *sigh*

So then afterwards I run home change into clothes I can go to the hospital in to pick up my patient assignment. Get there about twoish and proceed to write down patient meds, history, ect ect. One and a half hours later--I am finished and proceed to introduce myself to my patient--only to find that she is going home in the morning. Grrrrrrrrr! lol I then had to pick up another patient--do paperwork on him introduce myself--then race over to RCCC so that I am not late for my tutoring there.

It was so much fun.

But in all acuality it wasn't that bad. My life isn't bad at all--in fact it's great. I have nothing to complain about--most...the majority of people have it alot worse than I do.

Now I am going to bed and going to try and survive the rest of this week--then we can tackle the rest of this semester :)

Dear God, Help me.
Also Thank you for everythinggggg :)

I'll leave you this quote to think about...

“The place where God calls you is where your deep gladness meets the world’s deep hunger.” -Frederick Buechner

“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.”
– Ernest Hemingway

Dear God. Please save me this semester. I can't do this without you.
Ming

Clinical Prep done.
Now going to bed because 5:30 comes way to quickly lol