MICU journal 1
alright. so i signed up to work nights for the 135 hrs of clinical i have to do for my final semester. What is wrong with me? I figured that since I'd be working nights on the bone marrow transplant unit after graduation, I might as well give this a shot. Right? well, i still have class a couple days a week, meetings to attend, assignments, and not to mention a few days i have to work on BMT as well. this is going to be difficult. however, i have 3 hours left on my first 12 hr night shift and i think i might make it without the help of coffee! 7am, the gym, and then my bed. i'm MAKING myself go work out so i don't slack. 30 mins of cardio isnt that bad. i might actually do the lifting too. that will put me home around 9am. i only want to nap til about 3 or so that way i can still be productive during the day but be tired enough to fall asleep easily in the evening. its pretty slow at night. then again i only have one patient. the really tough thing is that i'm used to getting paid for any work i do at night, with my job on BMT. but 135 hours unpaid...taking up time i could be working and getting paid. not fun. i need to be saving, but lately it seems like i'm writing check after check. and my new checks don't have carbon copies underneath them and i have yet to train myself to keep up with my account in the ledger so....i just call the bank once a week and check my balance and transactions. yikes. perhaps i ought to start writing these things down.
i fell down mj's stairs last night. my palm is bruised and my butt is sore. at least i have plenty of cushion back there. its not bad enough to think i cracked my tailbone or anything. but still. funny. little too much fun at the anatomy ball i suppose.
well, this concludes my entry from work at 0417.
oh unrelated side note: jake called from iraq last week! we talked for half an hour. it was great to hear his voice and laugh with him. he is supposed to be sending me some cds he's listening to to get by with a piece of sanity. i can't wait for september when he comes home and we can all hang out again. in the meantime, i go to take my 0400 vital signs...
i fell down mj's stairs last night. my palm is bruised and my butt is sore. at least i have plenty of cushion back there. its not bad enough to think i cracked my tailbone or anything. but still. funny. little too much fun at the anatomy ball i suppose.
well, this concludes my entry from work at 0417.
oh unrelated side note: jake called from iraq last week! we talked for half an hour. it was great to hear his voice and laugh with him. he is supposed to be sending me some cds he's listening to to get by with a piece of sanity. i can't wait for september when he comes home and we can all hang out again. in the meantime, i go to take my 0400 vital signs...