Summer down time?

Well, so far my summer has been spent in the hospital as a patient, and it's not fun at all. WHen I first checked in to the ER this round, my o2 sats were at 78%. It took a bit to get them up over 85% consistently, but now I'm finally almost back to normal and 95%. I went ahead and let them do the open biopsy in hopes of getting some results and being able to have some kind of normalcy in my life, but so far it's been more than a week and there are no results yet. I'm waiting patiently.

Truly I've been through quite a lot this past week or so, but I blog about it elsewhere and don't really want to repeat myself. At the same time, I didn't want to abandon my spot here so I thought I'd drop by and give a minimal update so that anyone who cares knows I didn't just fall off the face of the planet. I'll be back here at the end of August, when I have something school related to blog about. For now it's all about me and my health, and how sick I am of being sick. Truly.

Summer down time

I finished my last final exactly one week ago. I got my grades, Bs all the way around. I'll take it! And I spent half of this week back in the hospital again, ugh. Turns out I had adrenal insufficiency from the steroids I was on so long. I'm much better now.

I got Bs in all my classes, and survived year 1. Looking forward to year 2, but not before enjoying my summer break!

Clinicals are DONE!

Today it's official; clinicals are finished for this year! And today, on my last day of clinicals until August, my pants got initiated and I wore some poo home that didn't belong to me. I had a LOL patient today who desparately needed the tap water enema I gave her. And the poor little thing just couldn't get to the BSC fast enough. Only a little got on my pants which is surprising considering the major blowout that occurred. Ah well, they're washable and I'm sure it won't be the last time. Poo actually bothers me far less than certain other things... like sputum. Maybe I'm desensitized from changing so many poopy diapers?

At any rate, I'm so freaking happy to be done with clinicals for the summer! I can't believe I actually survived this quarter with all the stuff I had going on. I felt such relief today when it was time to come home. Now I just have to survive the written part, with a whole slew of tests coming up over the next couple of weeks. I have 2 papers due for a psych class tomorrow, a psych nursing test on Friday, med-surg test Monday, psych lab final Tues., HESI for med surg Wed., psych test Thurs., then med surg final the following Monday, psych nursing HESI Tues., psych final Thurs., and psych nursing final Friday. Sounds like a crazy couple of weeks, huh? I'm not worried about this part at all. If I survived these clinicals with my severe lack of oxygen I kind of feel like I can do anything!

Yesterday's psych nursing clinicals were... interesting to say the least. I got to see security in action, and saw a guy bad enough to get kicked out of the psych ward. That's pretty bad if you ask me. He was a voluntary admit for detox, opiate dependency, who had a complete outburst at group complaining of nicotine withdrawal and being generally pissed because he couldn't smoke. I'm sure it wasn't very fun for him, but he was arguing that two withdrawals at once was too much, and they (the facility) should allow patients to go outside to smoke. But this is a Catholic facility, completely non-smoking, and of course psych patients can't just leave and come back. The cursing and yelling weren't so bad and nothing I haven't seen before both on the psych unit and the regular floor, but when he started picking up chairs and throwing them at staff members, I have to say I did get a little nervous.

Luckily there's not much on a psych unit that a patient can use to do damage with, and once the chairs were thrown there weren't many options left for our poor withdrawing patient. Security quickly responded to the page (wow, will wonders never cease!) and physically restrained the guy until he calmed down. Then he got kicked out, no more detox for him. Oh well, I guess he's smoking again now. :-)

A slow ER?

Today we went to the ER for our clinicals, and would you believe that when we arrived, there was only one lonely patient in the entire ER? CRAZY! I've never seen it that slow! We're no trauma center or anything, but this ER serves a four county area and is typically very busy. Usually there are patients in the hall beds, fast track, and the other 45 beds are full but today... one lonely patient. I couldn't get an IV on her, it took a more experienced nurse, but I didn't feel bad given the state of her veins. I did get to start a foley and push some IV meds, so it wasn't a total loss! And eventually more patients did show up.

After clinicals, I went to see my lung specialist and see what he had to say about the current state of my lungs. My ABGs were all out of whack in a scary way, but my chest xray is looking better. He wants me to have an opn lung biopsy if I'm not improving in about 3 weeks. My family dr is setting me up another consult, though, as I'm thinking another opinion is not a bad thing in this case. I'm not a fan of surgery.

At any rate, one more set of clinicals to make it through, and a bunch of finals. Think I can...

Quiet time

With five kiddies and a hubby, I don't get much quiet time. In fact, alone time is a premium commodity in this house. But, this weekend, the older three went to their dad's house and hubby went out of town and took one with him... which leaves me home alone with just the baby! Woohoooo! Of course, this is not absolute alone time as I'm still responsible for another human being, but it's probably about as close as I'm going to get for a while so I'm trying to enjoy it. He's nearly six months old now, old enough to enjoy some tummy time rolling around in the floor while mommy surfs the web and blogs... er, I mean, studies for her pharm quiz on Monday...

I've only got a few more hours really, as I have to leave to go pick up the older kidlets this afternoon, but man oh man the house sure is quiet this morning! It's nice because it's novel, but honestly I'm not sure I'd know what to do with myself if I woke up to this quietness every morning. I'm accustomed to chaos I guess.

Tomorrow I go for a pulmonary function test, and Wed. I go back to see the pulmonary specialist. I suspect he'll say the same thing he did last time. Your lungs still sound like crap. We still don't know what's wrong. Stay on the prednisone and let us know if you get any worse. That'll be $350 please. I'm so very frustrated and really wish they could just find something on some test somewhere, anything, just to know what's wrong! I don't know if I'll ever get better, and I've been trying to make adjustments so that I can at least live my life like this, but it's hard as HELL. When you can't breathe, nothing else matters, that's the bottom line! I can't go hiking or walking with the kids, can't chase them around the yard, play baseball, soccer, run up and down the stairs for the stuff they've forgotten, etc. It is very frustrating to say the least. It's affecting me mentally despite the fact that I fight it and try to convince myself that i'm a little better today than I was yesterday... I'm still feeling the depression, the apathy, the don't-give-a-shit attitude. But I'll keep fighting for now, it's all I can do. Hope they find something...

Cancelled clinicals

Okay, this never happens, but my clinicals for today are CANCELLED!!! Woohoooo! Of course, rumor has it that clinicals are cancelled because our CI was in an accident on the way to clinicals, which I really hope is just a rumor. I'd hate to think I was celebrating her misfortune. So I hope everything is okay. Now I have a free day... I've already arranged childcare for the day, since I'm supposed to be gone until early afternoon. I'm already awake, fed, and dressed... All of my homework is done for the week (imagine that!)... I could go back to bed! Or read (for pleasure)! Oh the possibilities are endless! It's not often that a nursing student mother of five finds herself alone for the day with nothing that HAS to be done.

First things first. A new health food store opened up downtown, and I'm going to take advantage and head down there and see what they have. Until now, I've had to order any and all vitamins online because the only thing we have here is a GNC. I like a lot of herbal teas and such, and there's just no where to buy that stuff here. I'm hopeful. There's also a new cafe that opened up which is rumored to serve baklava, so I'm going to stop there for an investigation. Hubby will be most pleased if in fact I do find baklava, so this stop is for him mostly.

Then I think I'll browse the antique stores in the neighborhood. I mean, I'll already be there anyway, might as well see if I can find anything interesting. For me.

And then the guilt will hit and I'll start thinking about my next test and how I should be taking advantage of this time and studying and I'll have to head home and drag out my yucky nursing books and actually read or something productive to alleviate some of the guilt. But only a little, and not before I go enjoy my morning off. :-)

Three more weeks

Three more weeks until summer break! I can hardly wait! That means only 6 more lectures, and 6 more clinicals. And about the same number of exams. Ah well, small price to pay. I had three exams this week, I'm glad it's over. I passed them all, what else can I say? This has been one stressful week to say the least, and my breathing has been getting progressively worse since Tuesday or so. Tonight it was bad enough that I almost took myself to the ER. But I decided the heat brought it on and turned on the A/C, and that seems to have helped significantly so I'm home for now. Have to hang on for three more weeks.