I felt like rambling about shit.
Where to begin? Well, I went to class on 2 hours of sleep. It wasn't by choice. I just couldn't sleep. I tried. I slept for about 15 minutes. I got hungry. I sat with Laura and ate pretzels, cheese, and ice cream. I went back to bed. I couldn't sleep. I finally began drifting off when I thought I heard Laura calling for me. I thought it was my imagination. Sometimes when I'm falling asleep, I hear things. About a minute later I heard her again. I thought something was wrong by the tone of her voice. I darted out of bed, went in the hall, and asked what was wrong. It was one of those bugs from hell I encountered earlier in the summer. I walked out to the dining area to find Laura standing on a chair looking like she saw a ghost. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw the awful creature by the table. (After my experience, I never wanted to see one of those again.) So I grabbed a gym shoe and killed it. So now my heart was beating out of my chest and there was no way I would fall asleep. I went out and smoked, came back in, crawled back in bed, and eventually fell asleep...at 4.
My alarm went off at 6. Getting out of bed was quite a chore, but I managed. I grabbed a shower and all that morning routine shit and went to school. Because of my lack of sleep, I was more cranky than usual. Everyone was getting on my nerves. OB lecture was fine. I drank coffee throughout the class. Gerontology/med-surg flat out sucked. This is where I decided I didn't care for a lot of people in my class. Our teacher is new to Miami. Unlike the other nursing professors, she doesn't give power points for her lectures. That's really fine with me because the power points are pretty much material right out of the book. She likes to use case studies so we can apply what we've read to situations. My class decided they didn't like this. They want power points, damn it. And they let her know. I wanted to punch the man in his 40's in his face when he threw a bitch fit about how we have all this stuff we have to do and it's not fair that we have additional work. The additional work he was referring to was simply charts our professor put on blackboard for us to do on our own time. I found them super helpful. But not punk-ass, whiny man. I was embarrassed for the professor. Hello, it's nursing school. Get used to all the work. Then they got mad because she said there would be some lab values on out test on Monday. "But that's from last year." No shit. Everything you learn in nursing is not stuff you can forget once the class is over. It's stuff you use in practice. We take the NCLEX in May. Are they going to complain about how it's all old material because that's what it is? It's a test on EVERYTHING you will ever learn in nursing school. Something else...they interupt the professors to ask if "that's going to be on the test". They're obsessed with what will be on the test. They basically want the questions and answers given to them. Enough of them.
After class, I picked Alan up from school. He seemed just as tired as I was. He's usually not that tired. He played on the computer some and then the two of us just sat on the couch staring blankly ahead. We were spent. The drive home sucked with all the rain. It took me forever to get home. I came home and crawled in bed. I was knocked the fuck out. Laura woke me up later to let me know she made spaghetti and cheesy biscuits. Her, Ben, and I had a decadant family dinner. Then we went to the Cheesecake Factory to celebrate Laura's new job. God, it was amazing. I got some peanut butter/chocolate/cookie dough cheesecake that nearly gave me an orgasm.
So that was my day. I have to be at Maple Knoll nursing home at 7:00 tomorrow morning for clinicals. That means I have to get up around 5:00. At least I know that I'll sleep better. I can't wait to go to bed. I think I will go to bed. Night!
My alarm went off at 6. Getting out of bed was quite a chore, but I managed. I grabbed a shower and all that morning routine shit and went to school. Because of my lack of sleep, I was more cranky than usual. Everyone was getting on my nerves. OB lecture was fine. I drank coffee throughout the class. Gerontology/med-surg flat out sucked. This is where I decided I didn't care for a lot of people in my class. Our teacher is new to Miami. Unlike the other nursing professors, she doesn't give power points for her lectures. That's really fine with me because the power points are pretty much material right out of the book. She likes to use case studies so we can apply what we've read to situations. My class decided they didn't like this. They want power points, damn it. And they let her know. I wanted to punch the man in his 40's in his face when he threw a bitch fit about how we have all this stuff we have to do and it's not fair that we have additional work. The additional work he was referring to was simply charts our professor put on blackboard for us to do on our own time. I found them super helpful. But not punk-ass, whiny man. I was embarrassed for the professor. Hello, it's nursing school. Get used to all the work. Then they got mad because she said there would be some lab values on out test on Monday. "But that's from last year." No shit. Everything you learn in nursing is not stuff you can forget once the class is over. It's stuff you use in practice. We take the NCLEX in May. Are they going to complain about how it's all old material because that's what it is? It's a test on EVERYTHING you will ever learn in nursing school. Something else...they interupt the professors to ask if "that's going to be on the test". They're obsessed with what will be on the test. They basically want the questions and answers given to them. Enough of them.
After class, I picked Alan up from school. He seemed just as tired as I was. He's usually not that tired. He played on the computer some and then the two of us just sat on the couch staring blankly ahead. We were spent. The drive home sucked with all the rain. It took me forever to get home. I came home and crawled in bed. I was knocked the fuck out. Laura woke me up later to let me know she made spaghetti and cheesy biscuits. Her, Ben, and I had a decadant family dinner. Then we went to the Cheesecake Factory to celebrate Laura's new job. God, it was amazing. I got some peanut butter/chocolate/cookie dough cheesecake that nearly gave me an orgasm.
So that was my day. I have to be at Maple Knoll nursing home at 7:00 tomorrow morning for clinicals. That means I have to get up around 5:00. At least I know that I'll sleep better. I can't wait to go to bed. I think I will go to bed. Night!