0750 1 June 2012. Going to the last day of the Hurst review. Exactly two miles away from the site. Someone suddenly braked to make a left turn, which made the person in front of me follow suit. I also stopped in time. But the Explorer behind me was still going…and hit me. The momentum made me hit the person in front of me. Sigh. I just got that car!

I thought I could drive all the way back home. Yeah, I did. But less than five miles away from home, my back bumper decided to fall off completely except for a little piece. I had to stop…try to put my thoughts together on how to remove that part…and realised I still had my nursing school practice bag in the trunk! I opened the trunk and searched for scissors in the dressing change kit. I guess I’d taken it out at some point because it wasn’t there. But I did have a first aid kit with one! I used those, put my bumper in the back of my car…and tried to close my trunk. Sigh. Didn’t work.

So, being ever resourceful and just coming out of eight hours of how to critically think, I took a roll of gauze from the first aid kit and used that in place of those bungee cord things with hooks on the end. It held for the time to get home. I really want my car fixed, now.

Sigh. I’d never called 911 in my life. Never been in an accident. Never been late to a class. And now, I’ve got all three under my belt.

A pair of white scrub pants from my mother’s best friend, who is also my most favorite person around my mother’s age in the whole world. If I could choose to have another mother, she would be that person.

Funny thing is, I swore to myself never to wear white scrubs ever again (at will).

The order slip does say that two scrub tops are coming. I just hope with all my might that neither of them are cranberry-colored.

I’m finally cleaning up all my nursing school clutter…and this is what I found from clinicals only:

• six sterile saline flushes
• two sterile IV caps
• tons of alcohol
• one falls risk bracelet
• gloves
• those scissors from the kits
• hospital tape

I could have my own surgical supplies store haha~

For some reason, none of the stroke patients I get at work ever tell me they had strokes. And some of the effects are so minor that sometimes, I don’t realise it until after I’ve taken their blood pressure. Then, I have to educate them never to take blood pressures on that arm and stuff. When they should’ve been taught that to begin with. ._.

At work today, there was this patient. He was morbidly obese, over 300 pounds. He was so nice and shy. Almost to the point of it seeming like he wasn’t sure of himself. Gullible, even. He asked me how much he weighed - just like everyone else - especially since we use the metric system. Actually, he asked me before we even got to the scale if I was going to weigh him; he seemed so eager. I said, yes. He told me that he had been trying to lose weight and that his first goal was to get below 300. When we got on the scale, he was a couple pounds over 300. His face glowed. He said that he doesn’t have a scale at home. He had lost about 40-50 pounds since his last visit. I asked how he was losing the weight. He said, “Eating healthy and exercising.” I gave him lots of encouragement because he seemed like he needed it. He was absolutely radiant. Good for him.

Oh, God. I am so mad right now. I’m not allowed to be alone with my boyfriend in the car. I never was allowed, even when we didn’t like each other. Even when we were just friends. Yet, my mother is letting my sister ride with him at least three times a week. And when I really need a ride, she doesn’t let him, even if he’s the only option. It’s so hypocritical! ;adfjalm ;jflsgjl;sjgklaj;lfj

Ugh. And I just found out that between when I take my NCLEX review and the NCLEX, she’s not going to let me see him at all. Of course, that can’t stop me! I’m going to be out of the house as much as possible. But the fact that she’s actually doing that. This past semester was my best semester, and I think it’s majorly due to the fact that we ate lunch (albeit secretly) with each other Mondays and Tuesdays, and he helped me de-stress big time. I’m in for a rough month, starting next week.

Last Thursday was my pinning ceremony. My clinical instructor - my favorite teacher in the nursing program - was there. I looked everywhere for her in the 1000 people that were there. Apparently, I was the only one in my clinical group who didn’t get to see her. I. Am. So. Upset. I called her and everything, but she got it too late. Like, really. I never fit into this group. And the fact that they didn’t try to get me makes it worse. I’m so glad I’m done with them. But I still really, really wanted to see her.

2.5 hours later…I’m a graduate again!! Woot!

Oh. And this is wonderful. Because my school advertised Kaplan so much, the Hurst review that I signed up for in my school is cancelled due to lack of people. This is totally my second cancellation. I am pissed. I am not going to do Kaplan!

Oh, the aftermath of a nursing student.

Everyone got A’s and B’s save for four people. That’s pret-ty good! ^_____^

• Take a few days off.
• Graduation.
• NCLEX review.
• NCLEX.
• RN.
• JOB!!!

My goodness, I’m living the adult life. It’s scary.

I can’t do anything more about my grades now. I’m finished. Tomorrow will tell if I passed. I will not be able to sleep tonight.

Tomorrow…my 50%-worth exam. I’ve studied all freaking day, all freaking 2 weeks nonstop, save yesterday. So beat up it’s not even funny. Can’t wait until I get my results……

Thank you. ^^ I’ll accept your full congrats when I actually pass my final. Yes, those unfortunately are my scrubs. I’m sure no school scrubs are as ugly as mine lol - and so poorly sized. What color(s) is/are yours?

Review:

• MI 1 hour
• EKG 30 minutes
• CHF 1 hour
• Pacemaker 30 minutes

Study:

• CVA 2 hours
• Burns 2 hours
• CA 2 hours

Is that really realistic? ._.