i get to work. 10 minutes early. because i get nervous that i'll be late. and because i like to get started right on time. i know it's going to be a crazy day just because i'm working on the rehab floor. it's definition crazy.
i get report. i learn of what's been going on. i haven't worked this floor in about two weeks. so things have changed.
i start my med pass. morning meds are the hardest. everyone has at least 6 pills. then there's the iv's. and the breathing treamtments. the blood sugar checks. insulin. eye drops. and everyone remembers that they need pain pills. and i have to wait to get blood pressures for a few people.
my cna's come up to me at least 3 times. "so and so is feeling nauseated." "what's her face is refusing breakfast," "what's his bucket thinks he has a doctor's appointment today."
and oh, the phone. rings off the hook. and half of the calls are for me. "Mindy, you have a call on line one." "Rehab nurse, you have a doctor holding on line 3." "Rehab, you have a call on line one." An endless game. Sometimes they're important. like the lab. "uh..... so we came to draw that lab last night but didn't put the blood in the right tube. do you still want it done?" "Uh... YES." sometimes they're kind of annoying. "you're my mom's nurse. how is she doing?" and i'm thinking, "which one is that? i think i walked into her room and saw her for 1 minute this morning."
"Oh yeah. She's doing great."
Then therapy comes up to me. "So and so doesn't look to well. You should check him out."
Ok..... add that on my to do list.
i get the morning meds done. and figure out what wound treatments i have left to do. then i remember the to do list.
i check him out. he doesn't look too good.
ask my manager. because i still don't know what i should really be doing in some situations.
then i get to order a chest x-ray. call the place. figure out i did it wrong. call the place again. order a UA to be drawn. put "get urine sample" on my to do list.
keep going....
what's her face is being discharged today. yippee. i've never done a discharge before. ask a bunch of questions to another nurse. get the papers figured out. put "finish papers" on my to do list.
phone call. it's the lab. what's his bucket has critically low lab values. Potassium and Sodium. Oh great, what do I do with that? Go to manager's office. Ask questions. Get some answers. But not all. Go check on patient.
Call the doctor.
He's only rude about three times. Like, "You didn't answer my question." or "You are just talking about nothing." or "You don't know anything about this patient."
feel stupid. brush it off. tell the managers whats going on. they handle some things. they tell me to order labs. i write them on my to do list.
........ where was i?
patient's family complains about bed. send them to social services. patient complains about room. send him to social services. question about insurance. send her to social serives.
afternoon meds? i guess it's about that time?
X-ray comes. she makes me stop what i'm doing to help her. really?....................
patient's family comes to pick her up. oh yeah......... about that paper work. i grab papers. forget to grab all of them. go back to get them. back in the room. forget some more papers. ugh..... i sign, fill out, explain, smile. and then send them on their way.
computer charting really fast.
oh, yeah. my med pass.
manager comes and says, "Mindy, I made taco soup. You should go eat some. It's in the break room."
I want to say, "Have you seen my to do list lately? It's crazy."
Treatments. dress some wounds. check some surgical sites. looks beautiful.
lab comes. "Hey, have you got that urine sample yet?"
crap.
grab a catheter, a tube, and biohazard bag. 10 minutes later i've got it all figured out. hand it to the lab lady.
"so and so won't let me draw her blood."
okay...........................
i diffuse that problem. so and so is about to cry. and i just have to tell her it's okay.
oh yeah, and pass out pills to everyone again.
i guess i should chart too... but... wait, where are my charts? someone stole my charts!
i get everything i can done.
i'm hungry. i'm tired. i'm exhausted. i'm spinning.
the next nurse comes on to relieve me.
THANK YOU.
i give report. tell him about my day.
now i get to go home.
after i find my charts..........................
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
yay!
i finally have an awesome ward.
i mean, the most awesome ward i've ever had.
not only are they organized, really on top of things, and know my name,
they are some of the friendliest people i've ever met.
my visiting teachers rock. i love them. LOVE them.
the girls i visit teach are SO sweet. they rock.
i met a sweet girl last week and she cut my hair at her salon this week. so fun to get to know her.
my calling, although intimidating, will be incredible for me. i'll get to know people and learn to love people. i'm excited.
our activities are well attended. and are actually fun. because everyone is so nice.
today, as i was sitting alone in sacrament meeting, someone came to sit next to me. he talked with me before the meeting started. so nice.
same with sunday school. i was with my adorable roommate. and 2 people came to sit by us. and i loved that the guy that sat next to me would make fun of things with me. ha.
relief society is grand. just wonderful. and normal. and i don't want to poke my eyes out ever.
oh, and last week i probably got 7 compliments on my outfit. today i got 5. how nice!
after church we had break the fast. i got to help with that. we ate and talked with everyone for like an hour.
we have ward prayer. love it.
and i met with the other girls who have my calling tonight. they're so nice and on top of things.
i really can't say enough good things about this ward.
sorry if it sounds like bragging. i just want to remember this love forever.
i was SO nervous to move here.
and now i'm so glad i did. it's great to love things again.
:)
i mean, the most awesome ward i've ever had.
not only are they organized, really on top of things, and know my name,
they are some of the friendliest people i've ever met.
my visiting teachers rock. i love them. LOVE them.
the girls i visit teach are SO sweet. they rock.
i met a sweet girl last week and she cut my hair at her salon this week. so fun to get to know her.
my calling, although intimidating, will be incredible for me. i'll get to know people and learn to love people. i'm excited.
our activities are well attended. and are actually fun. because everyone is so nice.
today, as i was sitting alone in sacrament meeting, someone came to sit next to me. he talked with me before the meeting started. so nice.
same with sunday school. i was with my adorable roommate. and 2 people came to sit by us. and i loved that the guy that sat next to me would make fun of things with me. ha.
relief society is grand. just wonderful. and normal. and i don't want to poke my eyes out ever.
oh, and last week i probably got 7 compliments on my outfit. today i got 5. how nice!
after church we had break the fast. i got to help with that. we ate and talked with everyone for like an hour.
we have ward prayer. love it.
and i met with the other girls who have my calling tonight. they're so nice and on top of things.
i really can't say enough good things about this ward.
sorry if it sounds like bragging. i just want to remember this love forever.
i was SO nervous to move here.
and now i'm so glad i did. it's great to love things again.
:)
Monday, September 19, 2011
memories- age 1-3.
i want to blog about interesting things.
you know, not just what's happening in my life.
although, to be completely honest, i kind of consider this blog my journal.
i need to get better at journaling too....
anyway,
i once had this idea to write down things that i remember from certain times of my life.
the other day my mom asked me what my earliest memory was. i listed off a list like this:
(these were all in new york)
naming my doll, baby biscuit.
dad making baby biscuit eat a cracker. (it was MAGIC, i swear. amazing.)
our laundry room in the basement.
sitting in front of the washing machine when baby biscuit was being washed.
our back yard, and the gap in the fence i used to squeeze through.
our basement where the tv was. (we liked watching rescue 911)
the time davy pretended to pass the sacrament to me and kevin in the front room.
having the chicken pox.
washing my hair in the bath tub.
aunt phyllis combing my hair.
mom combing my hair with "no tangle" spray. (i had super tangly hair. still do.... hmm...)
lauren being born and visiting her at the hospital.
sticking that button up my nose. the nurses laughing at the hospital. and me asking mom if i could have the button back.
getting lost in the store.
my first dream ever. (my family was shocked that i remember this. but i do. very vividly. i was sitting on my back porch watching my dad mow the lawn when a GIANT bee started to chase me. I was terrified. so i ran into our house and sat down to watch davy and kevin play video games. i remember telling my mom about the huge bee the next day and her telling me that it was a dream.)
grandpa calling me "mindy peanut."
that's about it for new york memories. it's funny the things i remember. and that most of them included baby biscuit. haha.
what were your earliest memories??
you know, not just what's happening in my life.
although, to be completely honest, i kind of consider this blog my journal.
i need to get better at journaling too....
anyway,
i once had this idea to write down things that i remember from certain times of my life.
the other day my mom asked me what my earliest memory was. i listed off a list like this:
(these were all in new york)
naming my doll, baby biscuit.
 |
| i LOVED this doll. LOVED it. the velcro hands, the squeakers... <3 |
dad making baby biscuit eat a cracker. (it was MAGIC, i swear. amazing.)
our laundry room in the basement.
sitting in front of the washing machine when baby biscuit was being washed.
our back yard, and the gap in the fence i used to squeeze through.
our basement where the tv was. (we liked watching rescue 911)
the time davy pretended to pass the sacrament to me and kevin in the front room.
having the chicken pox.
washing my hair in the bath tub.
aunt phyllis combing my hair.
mom combing my hair with "no tangle" spray. (i had super tangly hair. still do.... hmm...)
lauren being born and visiting her at the hospital.
sticking that button up my nose. the nurses laughing at the hospital. and me asking mom if i could have the button back.
getting lost in the store.
my first dream ever. (my family was shocked that i remember this. but i do. very vividly. i was sitting on my back porch watching my dad mow the lawn when a GIANT bee started to chase me. I was terrified. so i ran into our house and sat down to watch davy and kevin play video games. i remember telling my mom about the huge bee the next day and her telling me that it was a dream.)
grandpa calling me "mindy peanut."
that's about it for new york memories. it's funny the things i remember. and that most of them included baby biscuit. haha.
what were your earliest memories??
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
my rain
i was in church one sunday, when i was in high school, when my young woman's president stood up to teach.
i don't remember what the lesson was about. but i was a ponderer. still am. i listened.
i remember one of the last things she said that day. she wanted us to think about God and how much He loved us. she said that there are reminders of His love for us every day.
she said that she liked to think that we got to help with the creation of the earth. God let us pick what we created and we helped Him.
"mine was sunsets," she said. "if this is true, i like to think that i helped create sunsets." it was an odd concept.
"every time there is a sunset, i take the time to stop what i'm doing and think about God's love for me. and that we made the sunsets together. and that He sends it every day just for me. to remind me of His love."
if this is remotely true, mine is rain.
that's part of the reason i love rain so much.
it seems that every time it rains, it's the precise moment that i need to remember that God loves me. that He's watching me. and helping me everyday. and He's aware of me.
every time it rains i stop what i'm doing and think about God's love for me.
as ridiculous as it sounds, every time it rains i feel a little bit closer to him.
it's been raining here lately. God knows i need it.
and i love it. I love Him.
i don't remember what the lesson was about. but i was a ponderer. still am. i listened.
i remember one of the last things she said that day. she wanted us to think about God and how much He loved us. she said that there are reminders of His love for us every day.
she said that she liked to think that we got to help with the creation of the earth. God let us pick what we created and we helped Him.
"mine was sunsets," she said. "if this is true, i like to think that i helped create sunsets." it was an odd concept.
"every time there is a sunset, i take the time to stop what i'm doing and think about God's love for me. and that we made the sunsets together. and that He sends it every day just for me. to remind me of His love."
if this is remotely true, mine is rain.
that's part of the reason i love rain so much.
it seems that every time it rains, it's the precise moment that i need to remember that God loves me. that He's watching me. and helping me everyday. and He's aware of me.
every time it rains i stop what i'm doing and think about God's love for me.
as ridiculous as it sounds, every time it rains i feel a little bit closer to him.
it's been raining here lately. God knows i need it.
and i love it. I love Him.
Monday, September 5, 2011
in no particular order...
My nursing class as achieved the impossible! 100% pass rate on the first try for the NCLEX! It's an AMAZING feeling and I've never been so proud of us! I hope we get to celebrate soon! I just love them all! We're all slowly getting jobs too. Taking over the world, really. We ROCK.
I live in provo now. It's different. From what I had and what i expected. I like my roommates a lot. My ward is impressive. I like it so far. I like living close to family and my nephews. I like being so close to the temple. And wow, there are a lot more stores to choose from than just Lins, Smiths, and Walmart here. So weird! Downsides include BYU football season, BYU students, BYU being close by, and uh... BYU. But, be proud. I've only accidentally made fun of one BYU student.... that I know of.
I went to the temple on Saturday. I haven't wanted to go for a while. I feel bad about that. But the second to last time I went, my life problems multiplied by ten afterwards. And the last time I went I ended up crying. A lot. In the temple. ha. But this time....... I don't know. It was good. But I still feel so conflicted about life. Ugh........... I don't know what to say except I sort of came home feeling a little depressed. And that shouldn't happen. So.......... weird.
I think I'm going to do something crazy soon. Stay tuned.
I have about ten thousand dreams a night lately. It's almost like I don't sleep when I sleep. It hasn't been this bad since around March, when I would have rather stayed up all night than sleep. It's getting to that point. Maybe I need drugs......... hmmm.....
My job is still going okay. I am getting the hang of some things. Like my first shift it took me 4 1/2 hours to pass out the morning meds. And last week my time was 2 1/2 hours. So that's good. I still freak out if I hear the word "admit" floating in the air. And I still have a hard time telling people that I am, in fact, the nurse, despite my lack of knowledge. I'll get more confidence and start feeling better soon, I'm sure. It really is getting better. So that's good.
I can't believe that summer is over. It's weird that I moved. And that all my friends are moving away too. I guess that's what happens in life. You start over in a place, make that place your home, and then when you leave you add about 100 more people onto the list of people you will miss. I just wish that list wasn't so long.
I live in provo now. It's different. From what I had and what i expected. I like my roommates a lot. My ward is impressive. I like it so far. I like living close to family and my nephews. I like being so close to the temple. And wow, there are a lot more stores to choose from than just Lins, Smiths, and Walmart here. So weird! Downsides include BYU football season, BYU students, BYU being close by, and uh... BYU. But, be proud. I've only accidentally made fun of one BYU student.... that I know of.
I went to the temple on Saturday. I haven't wanted to go for a while. I feel bad about that. But the second to last time I went, my life problems multiplied by ten afterwards. And the last time I went I ended up crying. A lot. In the temple. ha. But this time....... I don't know. It was good. But I still feel so conflicted about life. Ugh........... I don't know what to say except I sort of came home feeling a little depressed. And that shouldn't happen. So.......... weird.
I think I'm going to do something crazy soon. Stay tuned.
I have about ten thousand dreams a night lately. It's almost like I don't sleep when I sleep. It hasn't been this bad since around March, when I would have rather stayed up all night than sleep. It's getting to that point. Maybe I need drugs......... hmmm.....
My job is still going okay. I am getting the hang of some things. Like my first shift it took me 4 1/2 hours to pass out the morning meds. And last week my time was 2 1/2 hours. So that's good. I still freak out if I hear the word "admit" floating in the air. And I still have a hard time telling people that I am, in fact, the nurse, despite my lack of knowledge. I'll get more confidence and start feeling better soon, I'm sure. It really is getting better. So that's good.
I can't believe that summer is over. It's weird that I moved. And that all my friends are moving away too. I guess that's what happens in life. You start over in a place, make that place your home, and then when you leave you add about 100 more people onto the list of people you will miss. I just wish that list wasn't so long.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
currently
i am stalking my neighbors.
yeah, yeah, judge me. but it's what i do.
i've strategically placed my computer such that i can be "looking" at the screen and also be staring directly into the house in our "back yard." sometimes they look over, but as long as i don't suddenly jerk my head, i'm sure they don't suspect a thing.
so, they just made a cake and frosted it with white frosting. then they looked over here for a bit. now they're rearranging the dishes in the kitchen. wait........ for a second there they were putting things on the ceiling. weird.
three girls. still dressed up in their sunday clothes. eating cake, rearranging the dishes, and chatting.
ha.
i'm so much cooler. sitting here alone in my kitchen, watching them and typing on my computer.
LOADS cooler.
yeah, yeah, judge me. but it's what i do.
i've strategically placed my computer such that i can be "looking" at the screen and also be staring directly into the house in our "back yard." sometimes they look over, but as long as i don't suddenly jerk my head, i'm sure they don't suspect a thing.
so, they just made a cake and frosted it with white frosting. then they looked over here for a bit. now they're rearranging the dishes in the kitchen. wait........ for a second there they were putting things on the ceiling. weird.
three girls. still dressed up in their sunday clothes. eating cake, rearranging the dishes, and chatting.
ha.
i'm so much cooler. sitting here alone in my kitchen, watching them and typing on my computer.
LOADS cooler.
Monday, August 15, 2011
ch-ch-ch-ch changes!
well.... things are changing for mindy's life. i just can't believe how fast it all changed and came together.
the last time i was home visiting i got a feeling like i should move home soon. because i was running out of money and because i needed to get serious about getting a job somewhere. i wasn't too excited about the whole idea, but it felt right. and what can you do when it feels right? putting off the inevitable, i told myself that i would go home for a bit (lowy's baby was coming any day), try to look for a job, and a place to live, then go back to cedar for a bit and finally move.
well, i told sarah, my lovely friend, that i was going to move home soon and she freaked out with excitement and told me to move in with her. it sounded too good to be true! i looked it up, talked to my parent's about it, and set up a time to see it. i visited, knew it would be AWESOME to move there, and applied.
then i thought, "oh crap. i can't commit to living in provo if i don't even have a job."
so i got on the interwebs one night and researched places to apply and beg for jobs. the last thing i did that night was check out a website i had applied to jobs a few months before. there was a job opening in American Fork. I apllied there before, and was rejected. so this time I just applied to apply, without getting my hopes up.
The next morning I was called for an interview. I was SO excited about that. all weekend i thought about what to say, what to wear, and how awesome it would be to have a job so close to provo and my family.
monday came and i went to my interview, quite nervous but feeling pretty good. i walked into the interview and they literally asked me about 3 things and then began to explain the job to me. they talked about weird and forgein things, but i smiled and nodded and asked a few questions. two hours later they called me back. i had gotten the job! i started the next day!
it all came together. the place, the job, my plans. i'm grateful that i at least have an idea of what my life is going to be like for the near future. and, just as expected, it seems silly now that i ever worried myself sick about all of it.
i've worked 4 shifts so far. it's overwhelming, hard, tiring, and crazy. i don't hate it. but i don't love it yet either. i think just being new and not knowing what to do is freaking me out a lot. i want to be comfortable there, but it'll just take time i suppose. i hope.
anyway, i'm a working girl now. pretty soon i will not be in poverty anymore. so that's a plus.
i still need to go to cedar to move my stuff...... that'll be this weekend's task.
the last time i was home visiting i got a feeling like i should move home soon. because i was running out of money and because i needed to get serious about getting a job somewhere. i wasn't too excited about the whole idea, but it felt right. and what can you do when it feels right? putting off the inevitable, i told myself that i would go home for a bit (lowy's baby was coming any day), try to look for a job, and a place to live, then go back to cedar for a bit and finally move.
well, i told sarah, my lovely friend, that i was going to move home soon and she freaked out with excitement and told me to move in with her. it sounded too good to be true! i looked it up, talked to my parent's about it, and set up a time to see it. i visited, knew it would be AWESOME to move there, and applied.
then i thought, "oh crap. i can't commit to living in provo if i don't even have a job."
so i got on the interwebs one night and researched places to apply and beg for jobs. the last thing i did that night was check out a website i had applied to jobs a few months before. there was a job opening in American Fork. I apllied there before, and was rejected. so this time I just applied to apply, without getting my hopes up.
The next morning I was called for an interview. I was SO excited about that. all weekend i thought about what to say, what to wear, and how awesome it would be to have a job so close to provo and my family.
monday came and i went to my interview, quite nervous but feeling pretty good. i walked into the interview and they literally asked me about 3 things and then began to explain the job to me. they talked about weird and forgein things, but i smiled and nodded and asked a few questions. two hours later they called me back. i had gotten the job! i started the next day!
it all came together. the place, the job, my plans. i'm grateful that i at least have an idea of what my life is going to be like for the near future. and, just as expected, it seems silly now that i ever worried myself sick about all of it.
i've worked 4 shifts so far. it's overwhelming, hard, tiring, and crazy. i don't hate it. but i don't love it yet either. i think just being new and not knowing what to do is freaking me out a lot. i want to be comfortable there, but it'll just take time i suppose. i hope.
anyway, i'm a working girl now. pretty soon i will not be in poverty anymore. so that's a plus.
i still need to go to cedar to move my stuff...... that'll be this weekend's task.
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