Thursday

Nope, I'm not just procrastinating again.  The website where I can access my classes is down and I can't really make much progress without it at the moment, so I thought I'd kill some time here while I wait for it to come back up.

I absolutely love Thursdays right now.  I only have 1 class and it's not until 2 in the afternoon, so I can sleep in as long as I want, lounge around for a while, and just take my sweet time for once.  It's especially nice that I have a good Thursday this term since I absolutely despise Wednesdays, so it's a good way to follow up that oh-so-awful day.  I have hated Wednesdays for sometime now.  This isn't a new development related to the fact that Wednesday is my clinical day, or that my husband is always so busy with homework on Wednesday nights (although those don't help).  I just don't like them because they're just stuck there right in the middle of the week.  The end of the week still seems too far away to get excited about, and there's been enough days since the beginning of the week for me to start feeling like I'm about ready for the end of it to come.  I always wanted to get married on a Wednesday to help me get rid of the whole negative stigma it has in my mind but, due to a complicated set of circumstances which I won't take the time to describe here, it just didn't work out, so I ended up on a Tuesday instead.  I did get married in August though, which I also really wanted to do because there was nothing exciting about the month of August.  This year when August rolls around, I'll have something to celebrate.  My anniversary could've been a Wednesday this year even, but the whole leap year thing screwed that up. The leap year also screwed up my birthday falling on a Friday, which I really enjoy because it's a Friday the 13th- and for those who don't know, I was born on a Friday.  I won't get a Friday birthday again until I'm like 28 or something.

School is going pretty well.  I have to admit that I am really tired and a little overwhelmed.  I know it has to be pretty hard-core from the very beginning with an 11 month program, but it feels kind of crazy when they are like "read 20 chapters this week, next week you have a quiz and a paper due, don't forget that you need to be working on these 2 group projects, learn how to take vital signs and make beds properly and transfer a patient (luckily I've already learned all that stuff), practice doing a health assessment on your family and friends every single day, write a care plan (when you haven't really even learned what a care plan consists of)- oh and today in clinical, I'm just going to give you a patient's chart, let you read it, and then put you in the room with the patient.  Good luck."  I feel very grateful that I have some experience with this stuff, although I am realizing more and more how limited my experience really is.  But at least I have actually heard some of the medical terminology before.  I can't imagine just starting from scratch with that.  And at least I have some pretty good experience in the very basics of patient care.  I am so glad that I have actually interacted with patients before, otherwise I probably would have just died when my clinical instructor just set me loose on a patient.  This is just the beginning too.  Nevertheless, I feel like it's going well.  My sanity is intact thus far.  I still think it's so fun to put on my cute little uniform and get on the subway feeling like I'm all official or something.  2 weeks almost down- I don't dare think of how many more to go.