get it girl.

The title is irrelevant.
It's actually my brain thinking of funny quotes as it slowly shuts down. But alas, I must stay up for LOST tonight.
And then get up early tomorrow and live the nursing student life all over again...Today was 10 hours straight of nursing. Pure hell. Pure sad. Lots of giving meds through peg tubes, changing dressings, setting up IVs, watching woundvacs (I almost puked), and giving injections. Oh and checking glucose twice on a poor 40 year old man who had a stroke and was a soldier. So sad.
My body is exhausted. I'm aching.
I'm going home this weekend.
I'm looking forward to seeing my sister and kind of my dad.

Come what may and love it.

A couple of days ago, I was talking with my friends about life. We were all at dinner and it all hit us that nursing will basically become our lives. We work for the majority of the week just so we can relax for 2 days. We work for money, we work for food, we work for enjoyment, and we'll work for our families. Basically, if you think about it, your job is always going to have to be first. Wouldn't you rather be spending your time with your family than working? But you're working for their benefit as well as yours, so work always has to come first in that aspect.
That thought is so depressing to me. I've been pretty depressed lately. But I'm so glad that I know that Heavenly Father has a plan for me, and I'm here on earth for a reason. This is my time to prove to him that I'm worthy of celestial glory and that I can endure until the end. Although I'm sure work is going to be a challenge, at least I know it's temporary. My future family I will have will be together forever. Our lives together will go on for eternity, and no more will I have to worry about making money and shift hours. I'm so grateful to know of this. It really helps me get through the days sometimes.

I'd like to believe that...

I'm just winding down after a very non-eventful(ish) Sunday.
I don't really have any points to ponder. I'm reading "He's Just Not That Into You" right now, and realizing...There have been many a-guys in my life that have been just not that into me, and I didn't even realize it. And proceeded to act like a complete fool and seem pretty darn desperate. Oh well, the slate's clean again.


Jason Mraz- Love for a Child basically sums up how my weekend was.
I started a LOST blog. Check it out maybe? So far, I have no followers but I will continue to write like I do for my own self-satisfaction.
I've been on quite the writing kick lately. It's probably due to the fact that I never have anything to do. Ever.
Does anyone have a copy of "The Screwtape Letters" by C.S. Lewis? I have a feeling I may have to be taking a trip to the Hershey Library tomorrow. At least it will give me something to do.
Give me some lovin'.

I hate...

I hate it when people sit here and complain about the smallest parts of their lives to me and expect me to feel sympathy. Like, "Oh, I made a mistake..I got drunk and my ex and I had sex last night" and going on for four hours about it. That's your biggest drama going on right now in your life?! First of all, it was your choice, how do you expect me to feel bad for you? Second...How about you ask how I feel for once. Don't get me wrong, I take pride in being a shoulder to cry on. But you sit here and complain and complain, I barely have a second to tell you 'hey, I'm going through a hard time too, and it's a TINY bit bigger than getting drunk and having sex on "accident'. Ugh.

let her down easy so she can let go.

It's as simple as that.
"Let her down easy so she can let go."

Guys around the world need to read that quote, memorize it and keep a copy of it in their wallets so they can be constantly reminded.
I'm reading "He's Just Not That Into You" right now. It's a hilarious book, but all laughs aside, every single sentence in it is true. Guys don't want to let girls know that they're not into them and hurt their feelings. So it's our job as girls to take the hints which we should get accustomed to seeing as obvious that it's time for us to give up.
There should be a book out now for guys called, "What To Do When You're Just Not That Into Her". It's not fair for us to have to read signals all the time...They should learn how to let us down easy. It might be blunt, honest, seem like it's going to hurt, but in the end, it just gives us more time that was going to be wasted analyzing and overanalyzing situations and waiting around for you.

That's my rant for today.

it's a beautiful life.

I am positive that I picked the perfect major for me.
A psychic once told me, "you will give far more than you will ever receive, but you'll be so happy because of it."

Yesterday, I took care of a man who had a stroke. He was 70, and two weeks ago he was talking, eating dinner with his wife, and thinking about going on a hunting trip. Yesterday, when I asked him his name, he replied "yes". When I asked when his birthday was, he said, "allright, yeah". I asked him where he was from and he replied incoherently. But I know this man is there....I know he appreciates everything that is being done for him. When I took out his IV, he started bleeding a ton. I basically had a face full of horror and I looked up and profusely apologized. This man couldn't say a word, but his kind smile and gentle laugh told me that it's okay, he forgives me. He's there if you listen really hard.

Last week, I took care of a woman who was 58 and had a trach tube (she couldn't talk), a tube going to her stomach, and a picc line. This was by far the hardest day I have ever had so far. Imagine not being able to talk, and people not understanding you when you're mouthing words. This poor woman was such a smart lady. I come to find out she had been a nurse for 38 years and basically followed every mistake I was making by writing down on a piece of paper and telling me how to improve. At one point of the day, she was crying and wrote, "I'm slipping away". Because of this, I loved her more. This woman was so beautiful inside that head of hers. She had such a wonderful story to tell and I was happy to be there as a shoulder to cry on.

Recently, I gave a bed bath to a 53 year old man. In October, he was coming home from his daughter's wedding. He had been drinking, and was driving. He got into a crash, and at the scene paramedics found that brain matter was coming out the back of his head. It's a miracle this man is alive. He has no bone on the whole right side of is head. He's had craniectomies and many surgeries to help fix him. It's February now, and he is mostly unresponsive. He's in a vegetative state, his pupils won't dilate, and he can't move his whole left side of his body. The only thing he can do is grab your hand. So when I gave this man a bed bath, he held my hand. The doctors say it's just an impulse thing, but I know he knows I'm there. Whether he sees me from an "out of body" way or can just sense that someone's taking care of him, I know he knew I was holding his hand.

Honestly, I love nursing. I love the gift that I can give each and every one of my patients. They are all beautiful in my eyes.