tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14575702104011197942024-02-18T20:46:11.357-05:00My Life in LynchburgAprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-81813954537116609932010-05-12T17:15:00.002-04:002010-05-12T17:18:35.665-04:00DoneI would just like to share that I took my last final this morning. I am done with college, done with nursing school.<br /><br />I SURVIVED!<br /><br />Thank you all SO much for your 4 years of prayer and support in this journey. God has blessed me so abundantly these past 4 years through you; I cannot imagine going through nursing school without such amazing parents and family. I can't wait to celebrate graduation with you all!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-85871192394780424662010-04-30T22:32:00.007-04:002010-04-30T22:47:52.790-04:00WeddingsIt's wedding time! A few friends are getting married after graduation, and my close friend Kelsie is among them! She is getting married in July, and I couldn't be happier for her. I had a great time celebrating with friends the soon-to-be Mrs. Josh Saefkow.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466124506207513826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijIJUEhBSbA/S9uTRxKObOI/AAAAAAAAABM/1Q04rC8zkpE/s400/Kelsie%27s+Shower+015-1.jpg" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466124505356987554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijIJUEhBSbA/S9uTRt_cbKI/AAAAAAAAABE/yjwfWqsBHVw/s400/Kelsie%27s+Shower+004-1.jpg" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466125990234963970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ijIJUEhBSbA/S9uUoJl8QAI/AAAAAAAAABU/sJaSzUtwT2Y/s400/Kelsie%27s+Shower+005-1.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466124483951164530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijIJUEhBSbA/S9uTQeP5fHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WgUeiYlc1F4/s400/Kelsie%27s+Shower+007-1.jpg" /></div><div align="center">Kelsie was my roommate freshman year and has been a great friend and study partner throughout nursing school :)<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466124477121070850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijIJUEhBSbA/S9uTQEzehwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P1KJD5O-li4/s400/Kelsie%27s+Shower+012-1.jpg" /></div><div align="center">Congratulations Kelsie! </div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-72298750642100956492010-04-19T18:05:00.031-04:002010-04-19T21:36:20.533-04:00Weekends With The Cousins<div align="left">A few weekends ago, Katie came down with Mom and Aunt Becki for a visit (during the time of the rat) and tour of the nursing department! We had lots of fun walking around campus and Katie was able to come to some classes with me. Thursday we went to my Bio Medical Ethics class and learned about abortion issues. Friday, we went to my Advanced Critical Care class and Katie was able to go through an assessment of a trauma victim with chemical burns and a big piece of wood impaled in her chest, then got to run a code with us and do chest compressions and bag mask ventilations. She had a great time, and I was glad to have her hang out with me!<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461973668917718626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97OcFoIGvYO-CiHbBNm9382b-VxaSVKTf2IL_SU559Z461tKRRGz4Uzt2yD77nSLvnh1S986KvH_DtYX8J6IeK09eIL-_I42TX5MMxWcU5BAZiE0VHBeOKG1UXgw_cj4XbezYSYSUozg/s400/14119_1415873080734_1349804509_31172192_717818_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461973857636012210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRS3nBf_6MS56O4L9ehwmzwEGYt3mO-KQc6ENMo1hSbTLRDrHlA3hF6M76Wn_Ss7XjuTpTl6Xs891wNDrkBS_Q4AaQhqc77TaNa9YcuU18oOk_iciAV-tIxZyCZtIC9bX8xmlwQkzyB4g/s400/14119_1415886281064_1349804509_31172217_7261175_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461973850795940802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Q9x4ZNhZtb71HcY9wLYAmKOck1_fIfDIzImj9leLPTLriUyhQ6pLnqTDZ_1MkSETj2Su5KkkW8mg-UM0hSrBiwo24K7dKoCSj6B5zeoulbFTjBS9POIBgQIxB7IcpOL6bg6haqtvZ7U/s400/14119_1415886161061_1349804509_31172214_1510889_n%5B1%5D.jpg" />Here's Katie learning how to prime an IV line and hook it up into the IV pump. Aunt Becki had just said, "Look! She flicks the tube just like a nurse!". Ha ha! How did she know there's a special flicking motion that you learn in nursing school? <div align="center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461973848312250274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb412aO6f6bb2G5xn2y8kX8eoJysQIf1VHM6rcuD714kVYNvyc0dNJXhtWvP96nKQFQiObpqY81741gSltSgrnE2INpALnuaCebpseVmg5jBtS7LMMEAKPTZUj3kOR_9C5cHpnMq7f-mA/s400/14119_1415873320740_1349804509_31172198_6507938_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /> Our OB/Neonate ICU simulation lab: the babies here can have pulses, become hypoxic (lack of oxygen, and you can see their lips turn blue), and you can see the umbilical cord's 2 arteries and 1 vein. See the placenta at the bottom right corner?<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461982818742688738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQJK9LPXLKzyKtDN2OoHXnWs4U6hyphenhyphenIVo9vEmIwslNvOddqspiSaXry9OLtjMy5FcH2Lqf88QL2iE1Rgp5UPSHbjzki2bBMgh2LeWIyQ6IziPNePOwCX1KHUMfvviLIrCZSHeOxfv65-K4/s400/14119_1415885961056_1349804509_31172210_1171023_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /> <div align="left">Kaie got to learn how to manage and take out an IV. She would love to tell you everything you would like to know about it, so just ask her next time you see her!</div><br /><p align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461973861702682066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVG3r8pzQXJJ6wtkjymSDaryh_9lOflTojEYy2Ii7PEiBJmHcnvfhPLb7fKDo21bFKnD00JH6Y9812Ko1NnukqMydfctYnEn3NUAWRPNxynn-KVKWrDLp91sfMKbg9MffTyg8K6zaj0HA/s400/14119_1415886721075_1349804509_31172227_818011_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461973869710781490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl0_KA7eW4EWXTAyCwVLpyc21Dis54E6_UXs1zEQIcFW_x-wrgE0PDqSLuaJY3Qe42-6gLlxs4h5DTnkiR1bZZpJVmvO40G1JmipHYfRUOUusQf-XG5L05U7E34eebbGRpKGLW929qlhc/s400/14119_1415886881079_1349804509_31172230_6499406_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /></p><p>Here is a special device used to illuminate the veins when you can't see them to put in an IV. All the dark lines here are Katie's veins in her elbow. She has a nice juicy one there in the middle:<br /><br /></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461973968189289090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl7xxX0787JaVXcM-8MMzFgfArkQKk9z-eiJxve_jeAZ1uAlzxkv9N6ynOmgM3tyc7Ncfqt1TtEzLgByTLytLP4Jo2ktKZ0GBHKPCyeke4baHES1pT5-dve-rg8WPdIfL8zJ5lPT5ReE4/s400/14119_1415887081084_1349804509_31172235_3558938_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /><br />Last weekend, Mom, Matt, Bryce, and Brandon came to visit! Brandon wants to be a veterinarian, so we took a tour of the anatomy department and nursing lab and then went out to spend some time with the animals of Lynchburg. </p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461977848028377698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmuVISxcGJxx9JiFCFb05jqrnsAufiUUf51jy42gZbuQyppTCMCvpQ7sTpEvhuc2WG1YjVG5jKbUyZn4J9Olt5lID8LFc7lJxIYIZF9-0REmyXP0J-SPgA3AIbLBuHqP_bRJHbT9RDJc/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+001.jpg" /> We went to the Virginia Safari Park. It's a zoo filled with all sorts of animals from around the world, and they just roam around in open fields that you can drive through.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461977821938284546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHnAOiCI6eb8aDAt1oOgABREoSRzkF-e5pw0lDKLFOi5-y1qflO4JIfckPB8pXXQbnaQyybEz24gwENtg91FgrVAL9NqkyFBLSBXanDDSIQYNwBm5PtTjia77AuE49hyphenhyphenD4SmX3Vatx46E/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+013.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461978263333030002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwZ5zV32DFzwTXxjGBoqOv1s0lFhbUV_78E4b5zSqIDXgWcotmsDlusDck3V2xTzttQyPZEQE4Kj1UWywKxXv1P6frQnYxyfgwhNhKRcNzG8q7_464HEoYm1PITdQ8-Q2CAwyo3ICyZ4I/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+016.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461978786581954962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM9nMOtPCAXjGZcm1PnWGHhPiFtKkpJv3C3GTtvjwBmAm7XJ8eVxtWSzVTFySOMUf0gQlLw60R8bwYf_mP3COZKMlSLl8iGxke4dPt7Cfpv3JK5qCdnEytZZSzJM-ggyVrodniE66TbZU/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+032.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461978272562101282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmdj4e-OCTivo9BVNstrRn-0eUOT56GAHA8OSHmLIFQbqhEBDY5BZ3Ev8HRRCWYMZyVj6Ng1ZnzyxYU0x_w_yMNfbOamzEftFrTiPQHqg9QaOp_zzqgkRWi-wnxXWAypMP5Iq1A83U7ZI/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+014.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461978796726944034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1JCyj7iuyXUG2ZL4xyPMBSjID4J6hKW-Cw1NbQXPPhfvdGfJ2DfSCzb6yQ0vQhiheh0cirGaS8Hl91KyOa1KtoflFPkYmDrQJSGJTUmOelCKacQhfyghbVzBP0MUfOLItrsA5ZoTY78/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+029.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461980410364699186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYevkEWwXEcBSAo_z45wss5vVP0j03xN0sPqrQjo67G6qLFVNhdR1UcR3Y_FiAzGd8wKdy8ILnQQSVcf-mp19wo2opBTpOaXmNYD367p9vpD4r1d18hJG95In4OhYLErGLHSGz3N5vv94/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+093.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461978778160004130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrJ_e92EqwIJqGz9SsRxE1dq-h7a5PVVYk5UcCLHPgTpekRun5ldW0oLRappWe9weqoYb7d72gyepL3OmOXuCIR-8N_8YHAd5FrPTUygGtIkI9HHnOGA1m9su-LLpHKOycINaRTE5TW8I/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+039.jpg" /><br />We were able to feed the animals through the windows, but most importantly, Brandon was able to see how he would be able to handle caring for the gentle creatures of this earth.<br /><br /></p><div align="center">First, he put himself in the hooves of the animals he would be caring for:</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461984534207598754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYdgCnWLWl2Fj8iVP_KwR8OdJIB8qvjKTnBNqIti___uQztzYdkxVUBa9u8ezoRSR2_W7Sp0hQ4SXigHhG5B3vhDaU5GfUJ_q4eMKMt4zuD9iVf1i3LueLUUymYKXj0A9HcrmiL3SDlM/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+096.jpg" /> <p align="center">Then, he practiced his technique on Bryce, who was a healthy, spry 16 year old eager for the experience:</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461980852159554434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjofDCv_vXbC8dDUiWk8dJM7E0weS-5wJF1RxVLxHU4McKDOfzeLEl__CfVWWB-dmld7oHMB4COqEx_cK74KgF6PMID_KBhIHZpOy4G7w4Fq5XSBeJ2OxqLg9g1JWrZz8l7m36O6yA-Ns0/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+097.jpg" /> Then it was off to the field, where he could truly practice his assessment, diagnostic, planning, implementation, and evaluation skills:</p><div align="center"></div><div align="center">"Do you think I'm white with black stripes? Or black with white stripes?"</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461978783963616802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1sIx8vrlLWGII2QgJ3FPb8BSEKXJ9S33kdSZyZ4ye4wr9nUy9JKEraOuHFOe9bPAmQeUmK-LS6UdsCkDl_qZ2sxzsLZC36ESRcT7koENYBaesYxuJ1BY5MJeKWmi0x-SFpH13k4JCcE/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+038.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461978771994866354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7Lm0YCAZ0HwmNp_eYPscZyIbnV5PTHWQ7pn_b8qGS0f7_8KDXJZbmaqTakv9NTPmPVqfcVTH11x_rCwWu6ZASjY_jyqkUD2aC2Oo6YnH28Ekdmhv2wEIocsKzd3CCHVBHYhSQXP2I3Y/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+044.jpg" /> <div align="center">("C'mere little buddy! Lemme see ya!")</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461978255174755922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3f0xy1CSNPf5yVSy0yxvcejEAdjsjBgv43FgEzJ0IhfX-SAIquODJFSrFvsedme-xS_Ye96twtFVOqBSY9Mjj1Z-NAGaDHny-BNypVKZLvoN4FCa97st5fVD5ki61vBL3ozDgKdwLHg/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+021.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">("How're you feeling today?")</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461978240465360978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ld3gVokuBbGJ_LxvaB_yZhwXKeLDoxmt1QAPohSVGjKM-DQ0UOuNeDfGAwe9yYdgdtvVvI3FeJI5dqJvbbUrDGlRmxyJgJi_OWvUUWtg8A_1eXVl5uzJy3v6vSW-O70h2cQ_iD4l2qg/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+022.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">"I've been better. Can you see me from back there? Do you want me to say 'Aaah' or anything?"</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461980418824780242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR18CZJIp46Vl4OKuio9cS_MZswxKWYvXd0DgJafWMuzhvUKVLlYREs16WCNoY9YJ7Pym52j-qmxLg_D_1aS-INHvORflSBlJ3pLt_8UAMn6l03ESB8YM8BzLTFMOToR8e1lQWBP6eOZE/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+088.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">"Are you the doc? I've got this weird green stuff coming up when I sneeze ...."</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461980427495032354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YkywMe-Fl8cNUZNtGDuljBpXGyZH3rJqrBhpMcGvWn0XbLVb9WkFsy7Txv2j1F570An_hjsrlXH7uvM9amSuyMqe47o4Izu36j6UN5kyASEZAbexSXdMISiOsonSeSnevxlg8UAWP6U/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+083.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">"Well, someone told me my tongue was purple."</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461980863820484754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGASq3PemtiFAmn0KooOyBBhjKuuN0csdNTAsCKQOMQUNwc29Baq2RzTU30ngIonYrDJg9jJaIQ3BFc57MmVf2SSNrze82o2b1wJ2Aiw6keX7ijVyqrDTpZ4Xk_pkCVbk0B4azpPGGI0/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+104.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">He's a natural. </div><br />In all seriousness, Brandon really loved the animals, and he'll be a fantastic Vet! He wasn't afraid to call any of the animals over with a "Hey, little buddy!", and he didn't mind getting sneezed on by an Eland!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461979236000563826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR9WKgpVBdOHFxBQVkfGPOE5Fq5PkE2gHx_EfYRMlYS6Y_h38FhHQfFwPdCpdr3YnOpiHdr4KAOx-57hf5nRtkiUvw1XaOykjirlNi0qUvLI1yKN1OoIK7QMHZq4jp5SYz6FRGSW8fj_M/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+058.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461979271156188834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEo2YtNa2V4xrkf4TSHfdUm-FvlwD0e0dsl3DXpOfYQU0EFLAimhgjrJlhE-KcRZWed6Dv2zGLtImfbcgLsg-RzKJ3YY7X07fDZig3T7zwrEJGhdh_9shIgz3LJYjDia0Up4HXiHaXMM/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+051.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461977823538885442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuuCD6pil4EB-9VLoL4uxkMs8SOdXVDC3E-9KzM066SL_HcYP95xUYCVFU8QoiBIrIlu0paL6DN5vfGA13q3Cbf31qzr7TDqG078LSbuolrfxnL53bkePatBEr-QB5ok6Dz8MFyLB83ZA/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+010.jpg" /></div><div align="center">Matt and Brandon after getting sneezed on:</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461979798468069666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_m1Yzh1wj_161Pa7488VC1QyYZSlLHrh2jSVIzopkIA4_bJzBKf3U0BqaoQwAylzTRUXFb-sinCeq-MfQoqjVICHmw8Qx1-cjqhGmGobHqH4redIJIrkiM3vgUzt6WOCMWTp7D-1-ee8/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+081.jpg" />Bryce had a good time with the animals too!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461978259246854930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAdIL0g3Trb2VMSJDq0fuOUfRQTV-MTpn0Oj3ykIJiIOxnJi0OjX78fITuqSHdGI5yHq4ESfpx4p-gRnJR09_DYDiBkFswOMQsVd_aynOQsQLPPOt_iht9E94-UfbVBRVxI18tTqwZUs/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+018.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461977835759264658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyPyVKSb_4bXdb4pshuE4nwVMSllGUVx2YhkfA8hTEh2iZJEUylk6aKRiP-KyhsmeufBuaOR7PKeCpLcT9Y05AAy6u1oxt9iF0XACMvRg-SxOr7X4eKghj_-RoFj9SySlDBDt-EGr0z54/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+007.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461977827182981042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOTrmzdChQJG3VD5x0D8bjuXSAI3qV44viy43YT8UvslG939LOBlbdDB6bR9VGRFvhP6dPalJtPHrvHCwDbABPMn8nlusQG6RnTpUbjKlcYPEVmBvSjaVhVeD2LAGF4daDQpiA7G0goD0/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+009.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461979248208829202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0VY_A4A0mryalRLma1aX6VyPvPm7CxZ26XsJL-5ggZPo9HddP8RUGj-RLzZoxE2a7Af0IYkrCD4ajVENZtBhPJBlpNwVWJ3isjbmTjN9B83-oKgA5VqSxTNA7Tr_Miv4MmMFTs5Qyf0Q/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+056.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461979251555033618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIJp76EZXYthiMHVpYUl-JCuqLcOV_2XGgF2_dm867e0IHq3dVCQMCK_m4hS1fTlTiWN98NSTEJKL3d7h9PqfZmyDnkvkaYk04SfHFqC_fRY-hxUaH6FCmmsN5YqkDs-E8hazvZ2Jop7A/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+054.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461979258942702178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSNXOhbQJccwv0dT3HWDMApwAoCgUWrjQM5nFz0bwABpivI8SaLKL4eIxCipijzeK-j59R6CEsyu1P8pYil1_h9qWfSSUZGYpr2pycgpuK9zrQS3dGe9D-dXFBfJ8tpKv4lT1wszxiR8Y/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+049.jpg" />This moment was special. This little guy had bad breath, but just wanted something to eat! I guess Bryce couldn't make it as a doctor; you're not supposed to show your true feelings on your face for the patient to read.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461979805999558306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimAklwbM-UMdlGFk2L_VCfK_OyvG3PuQzgtXDZvMB1uQuOpI_SnOCymMpDRLIrvEMziU0cPDqhkylR6fanOkiapj625uVgk99wlad3N7HImqy_-iUojuNIji-Rqd5vHIeCzoBWx6-3xZI/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+076.jpg" /><br /><p>I even think Matt enjoyed himself. Here he is challenging what he called "The Alpha Male", who stood by the side of the road and waited for people to stick out their bucket full of feed. This animal would take a few gentle nibbles, then his eyes would get big and his pupils would dilate and he'd grab the side of the bucket with his mouth and pull until the person could hold on no longer! There were empty buckets scattered all around his feet. Brandon was the first to experience the brute, but Matt was determined not to let the guy win.</p><div align="center">Brandon:</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461979826781024706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9W1-NI83MMy9UPZMahnXq5xMzOd9hJDKYb9zLYGbNbIaKmLOMq1HNReTDnlSFzIj6XTsDYWy1JawcKeTo0L8G4IYf4RanB_X9zN19euXKEfI96gUKQbtjKcY-ufy45qnLmoT09hKjSM/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+057.jpg" /> <div align="center">Matt:</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461979807062774578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIjovePThrxjiT95hGM3msEC-gbH2UGTjgUEDkd6hk_Zk4J21MeapTjbhXjplv1HBF3jZgOYmvL5ySuJYR8MW0bOEwWK2hkK6e1fwm2s1x6wHidoF3O_rvp-66xoZGGyxydwTDeXJgX6w/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+063.jpg" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461979822067020482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF83gqROEZ55l0DecnsbVaa1vmNSN29d_nbMq8MmFKJTAW9bFl2xc8YYzOo6yujn7oYW3vzmacfwNFALT9kpo3Fl6HiVngxKIOiuY_3K-56tN-w67NrcfOFnjvPD4Be64MGlNbx0yeeHw/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+061.jpg" /></div><p>We had fun pulling ahead after dealing with this guy and watching as the next car pulled up and had the bucket pulled from their window!</p><p>I thought this camel had rabies, but he was just eating a whole feed bucket, silly guy!</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461980424871952146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAB6bYOXcwxJo7sRXLmUnX36BGdU8Lb7GKxPUO8jEzZc0tEHXHIS0CqdGU_-3uRUob_f4_8BiLqRl5uhaKiViRazeBNVBIK1MuPb2hWNb-llQ__X7gQuCMrIeUhKxxdFKhsslbwEanBoI/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+086.jpg" /><br />The exotic bird house:</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461980854610980114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQQ3H3bv2XkwMYTuvq8-BZ1QdbUxx66LUgQR1SLewESIrNoAnZWL6vthaFx7Mm1QG2fiLQ7cDgwxR04clb1ljInFhQaADgvPLo4Ny4mNCrJTrx3GlHR1-XneWDqTfbT1SNHW_UlQWWMc/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+099.jpg" /><br />Feeding the giraffes:</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461980868528426882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1jBpTVGHuzbpJUC5oTlqLm_OuZHCoNl2Br275BKsKuruebTKwMjg6BsZSd-3QYR6SeHouzY8DtNp8KCW95mWbrCFSMVXbLzthAXdU-WpcwMcjZSJs4r5itQD0JzfSDtW6_aNsV_42KLs/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+103.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461980873458020738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQpNivwsIej5YoBJM3bjgrIa8YCYgb5YSdRzMLM2SVAqpA-v6QqNrregU38R_fJYylbaZfttDNEFtBzEfgX1Zkyz17kva4qopEUPg-KL2WxC5hyZF9-NyhU-feyq7b9MbndpKrF1uN18/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+107.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461981275870944386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNOnivRPNQ0aluCdnh44fJsl6glEY2emSVJEqV8g7hxT4PLF2lFyqTs7UH2MwaLpgKLh_7WIVWGxX4ZAhxEWx3VHJtedZ8B4m5yxyKG1K7EiYhszBMTGEx3X_T-cPSuRq0vJcj5oX-T5c/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+108.jpg" /></p><p>On the way back from the Safari Zoo, Brandon updated his status on Facebook about the experience. He later got a call from Aunt Michelle, and this is what we all got to experience listening to Brandon's side of the conversation in the Jeep:</p><p>"Hey, Mom did you see my Facebook status? Go on and look at it......... No, it's a 'Nah-zee'........... yeah, I got sneezed on by it....... No, a 'Nah-zeeee', that's how it's spelled, N-A-Z-I."</p><p>I looked at Matt and said, "A Nazi?"</p><p>Matt and I just looked at eachother and laughed, realizing that his Facebook status read, "I just got sneezed on by a Nazi". Brandon thought it was funny too :)</p><p>It was hilarious. We looked up the animal in the brochure from the zoo and saw that the animal was called an "Eland".</p><p>After the safari zoo, we went to the Toby Mac concert on campus. Toby Mac went to shool at Liberty, and he always gives a great concert. Opening for him was Skillet, a screamer/hard rock band that named themselves after a frying pan, and insists on playing very very loud. Their fire effects made us feel like we were <em>in</em> a skillet! Bryce and Brandon thought they were the best of the night. Mom, Matt and I liked the end of their last song the best.</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461981282817261282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikWK12I1zSaqgUZ2wF-4nquvGQcgzy1sqJ-2CYMTOIDiDd8IlVrA4QXXLQONlLpdEcGFKY7MKuSZHbzXUU-TQ_N3BqXtIXrmUusjUKDmhdtpgIDIAjwRFf7sbw2dXL7rDHoxqU_npJ-5A/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+113.jpg" />Watiting for Toby Mac to come on!</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461981290929365202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6cQRtxVATK3Hh1nMs2lQ2kRcx8u3a1pi3nORLXDonbQE_4geU173XxNpP3_XmnmuqcpREMAs_cpy8gqqNOEPdd0Y_ySY1zrzncN2JWin1931RufLtWBC9aRj-WIRn24oL7peIgtrp4w/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+118.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461981295747206658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiev1z774__WitAGB4OW3pFE20BScl5k-5bQIzE573VcEodcdfO1eHX1kpizdhfelPzEdTaK279YkcVEW5MMZsikYDSXdUWXmJJ5zQRWcqwuMiiHCJQIwGE6ZmJspbrTmaLyrSCEfcuQlE/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+122.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461981298218205042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhzmFld77xp3ribtdJj6nvfp5ZsCFSHA_yGutaKjylGfBS7d-Rx0MlxHuyIqmolJpAOnp9vJ9ZzEl-mh5tmp3RxOaPDJy3icQQDKfs7gikXmmw827ueKZig4CjBQylljiRuHoNbeF_mpI/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+126.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461981514868868706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV__1pt3jRN2HcKbku019bUt2-jcY5oaIPI5jGmyOdPIkjgDVT9VUMHGqut02l1DsVWTe0HavSiyP8UDEKmHnJTojeC4kmYLVia7_jfVnzHDVcVwlH_zl_tV3mjADId96D30GAafA-nPE/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+131.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461981517957727714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjExYzk7wPGKLvOsLrUFtEQ2tzmoRl2sVggSjz10KkO_d8xpDiQY53dlHOHuBxto1Be13d5Q2_ckarfVkx-hs5DlgdZzw_LjPTUGoisfKCij9l_VIkVKzrb12b419tZ-NJPKERGyHtRc/s400/Safari+Zoo+and+Toby+Mac+136.jpg" /><br />Best quote of the week from Brandon at the Safari Zoo: "This is better than Grove City! Sorry, Matt."</p>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-46107628352749124942010-04-15T11:16:00.005-04:002010-04-15T19:04:05.502-04:00ATI - RN PredictorWe seniors have taken our last ATI test! This ATI exam does not affect our grades, like the tests did last year, but it <em>does </em>predict how we will do on the NCLEX exam.<br /><br />The NCLEX exam is the test you take to get your RN license. It is a computer adaptive test, meaning that the next question given depends on how you answered the previous question. So if I get a question wrong, the next question will be easier (and probably concerning the same topic), and if I get a question right, the next question will be more difficult. There is a "passing bar", and as long as you stay above the passing bar you are considered to be "minimally competent in nursing", and you pass! Our teachers keep telling us, "You are all... minimally... competent." :)<br /><br />To explain this bar, think of a ladder with a red rung smack dab in the middle. We all start at the minimally competent rung. If I get the first question right (a question that would be considered to test minimal competency), then I move up a rung into the passing zone! But the next question is harder now, and if I get it right, I move up another rung! The next question I get wrong because it's about a drug I've never heard of before, so I move down a rung, but I'm still above the red one, so I'm still passing. This keeps going; up and down and up and up (hopefully), and as long as I end up above the red rung when the test is over, I'm good.<br /><br /><u>Some NCLEX facts to scare us:</u><br /><br />The NCLEX exam is written by nurse specialists who are experts in a cotent area of nursing.<br /><br />All content is selected to allow the beginning practitioner to prove minimum competency on all areas of the test plan, and tests your judgment and discretion and ability to think critically and solve problems.<br /><br />Minimum competency questions are most frequently asked at the application level, not the knowledge level.<br /><br />Questions and answers are written in such a way that you will not be able to predict or recognize the correct answer.<br /><br />The answer choices have been extensively tested, and the people who write the questions make the incorrect answer choices look attractive to the unwary test-taker.<br /><br />So, I took the ATI exam consisting of 180 questions. I even used the Decision Tree for a few of the questions, and it helped! In order to pass the test for school, we needed to get a 70% or higher; this would put us in the high 90th percentile for passing the NCLEX exam the first time.<br /><br />At the end of the test, my results showed that I got an 80%.<br />My predicted probability of passing NCLEX-RN on the first attempt: 98%!!!!!!<br /><br />Mean Score - Nationally: 71%<br />Mean Score in the Program: 70.7%<br />My Percentile Rank - Nationally: 91<br />My Percentile Rank - Program: 91<br /><br />The biggest thing I need to work on: Pharmacology.Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-14161962595086941582010-04-13T18:23:00.003-04:002010-04-13T18:57:01.082-04:00The InterviewI had typed out the story of my interview last night, only to accidently delete it. I guess this really isn't a good excuse as to why it's taken me a whole week to update everyone about what happened! Sorry! And thank you all for your prayers :) Here is everything I can remember about what happened last Monday. <br /><br />This interview was probably the weirdest and biggest thing I've ever done.<br /><br />Weird because: It's a big-girl job. It's part of "the real world". It'll be what I do till I'm in my 60's. <br /><br />Big because: It's a big-girl job. It's part of "the real world". It'll be what I do till I'm in my 60's.<br /><br />So here's how my day went: I woke up and put on my best black pencil skirt, light blue striped collared short-sleeved shirt, and black heels. Boy did I look professional. I was so excited to be walking back into the doors of Johns Hopkins; it's always a great feeling, less so when it'll be job time and it's 6:00 am (actually still a great feeling, it's the alarm going off at home at 5 that is less than ideal). <br /><br />It was also great to be back in the NICU and see everyone I've worked with. I enjoyed looking on the boards to see which babies were still there that I have cared for, too :) Such cuties! <br /><br />The first thing I did was meet with a nurse manager and talk about my ethical issues with abortion and active euthanasia (where the actions taken by the medical team directly cause the death of the patient, rather than the removal of medical treatment and allowing the illness itself to cause the death of the patient [Passive euthanasia]). Active euthanasia, a form of physician assisted suicide, does not happen in the USA except for in one state, but I wanted to cover all ethical situations that I would be unwilling to participate in after learning about them in class this semester. After the nurse manager explained to me how my scheduling would work (work every-other weekend for the first year then every third after that, working half of the holidays, working 8 and/or 12 hour shifts), we headed over to a conference room where there were 3 other nurses waiting for us! I interviewed with all 4 of them, but it wasn't as frightening as I thought it would be because I knew them all and they were kind!<br /><br />The interview started with me telling about how when I was in middle school, I saw a TIME magazine article about a neonate and the nurses in the NICU, and I told my mom that "this is what I want to do!". I explained how I love children and feel that it is an amazing experience to be able to care for the most helpless. I also told them how I came to work at Hopkins and how I love being a part of such a distinguished team.<br /><br />The majority of the questions were based on previous clinical experiences or asking how I would handle certain clinical situations. I was able to tell of my missions trip to Guatemala, where I translated spanish and worked all day long (the question being if there were ever a time where I had to move-move-move all day). I wasn't asked to give my weaknesses, but I was asked if there were a time where I felt overwhelmed, and I told them that there has not been a time that I can remember where I was not able to do the work required of me (and I attributed that to the fact that I have had great fellow nursing students and instructors who were always willing to help me if I needed anything, and that in my down-time, I can be of help to others). <br /><br />An interesting question that ended the interview was if I felt my CNE experience at Hopkins has helped me with my Leadership clinicals here in Lynchburg. I have felt that my CNE experience has been a great help and that I have been able to see both sides of patient care and learn how that care differs when I am practicing as a nurse. I also told them how I would tell myself, when first starting in the NICU here at school, that I needed to have a teachable spirit and be quiet and learn... that there was much I could learn from my preceptor who is an expert in her field and has much wisdom. They asked for examples of how things differed from Hopkins and I told them how there is about 5 patients in the unit here at school compared with the 45 at Hopkins! I was also able to remove an umbilical venous catheter (an IV line placed in a vein in the umbilical cord) from one of my patients (nurses do not perform this at Hopkins) and how I feel guilty eating my lunch with the other nurses <em>in the unit </em>(this isn't allowed at Hopkins!). They thought that was funny, which was a nice way to end the interview, in my opinion.<br /><br />All-in-all I feel the interview went well; but I do feel like I repeated myself at times. It was weird after the interview feeling that there was nothing more I could do but wait for their decision. They still have 4 more people to interview (I was the first) and they won't know how many positions are available until they get their budget back for the unit. But it really is nice to know that it is in the Lord's hands and that His will for me will be done! So I'm not feeling anxious... there's simply no reason at all to "worry about tomorrow..." :) Plus I've got NCLEX to think about, and actually there is worrying involved with that. Baaah!<br /><br />Before heading back to school, Matt and I had lunch at a fun Greek restaurant in Baltimore. I tried really, <em>really</em> hard to pay for it all, but Matt insisted. What a nice brother ;)<br /><br />P.S. - I have some amazing pictures from Mom, Matt, Bryce, and Brandon's visit this past weekend, but I've lost the cord that transfers my pictures to my computer. So until I can get a new one, I'll have to just tell you - the pictures are worth waiting for.Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-47582894044389514912010-04-03T13:06:00.006-04:002010-04-03T14:02:02.835-04:00The Decision TreeI'm in the process of finishing out the last semester of my college life. There is no greater feeling.<div><br /></div><div>One of my classes is a review course for the NCLEX RN test I'll be taking after I graduate. We are learning how to answer questions and get the right answer (easier said than done) even when we aren't sure what the question is asking, or when we feel that every answer option is right! After each class, we all feel stupid.</div><div><br /></div><div>More on what the NCLEX test is like later. First I want to show you what it takes to answer one question.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Decision Tree: </div><div>Here's the best example I could find in my book to go through the Tree with. Try to go through the steps yourself and see if you can get the right answer! </div><div><br /></div><div>Question: </div><div>A child has just returned to the pediatric unit f<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">ollowing ventriculoperitoneal shunt placement</span> for hydrocephalus. Which intervention should a nurse perform <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">first</span>? </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(A VP shunt is put into the head to drain CSF fluid that the baby's body can't drain by itself; Hydrocephalus is a big word for fluid (CSF) on the brain).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div>1. Assess intake and output.</div><div>2. Place the child on the side opposite the shunt.</div><div>3. Offer fluids because the child has a dry mouth.</div><div>4. Administer pain medication by mouth as ordered.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Decision Tree:</div><div><br /></div><div>1) Can the topic of the question be identified? </div><div>Yes - Proceed to step 2</div><div>No - Read answer choices for clues. Identify the topic question. Proceed to step 2.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">Topic of the question would be... PRIORITY intervention for VP shunt. On to step 2!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>2) Are the answers assessments or implementations, or both?</div><div>- A mix of both? Read the step/topic of the question to determine if it is asking you to assess further or implement. Select correct answer.</div><div>- Are all answers assessments or implementation? Proceed to step 3.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">With this question, answers are both assessment and implementation. 1= assess. 2= implement. 3=implement. 4= implement.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">I think we need to go to step 3. </span></div><div><br /></div><div>3)Maslow's Heirarchy of Needs - Physical or Psychosocial needs?</div><div>Does Maslow fit?</div><div>No - Are all answers physical? Proceed to step 4. Are all answers psychosocial? Proceed to step 5.</div><div>Yes - Eliminate psychosocial answers (they will never precede physical needs! Pain is considered a psychosocial need). Do physical needs make sense? ABC's (priorties of patient needs; Airway, Breathing, Circulation).</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">We can eliminate some! </span></div><div><br /></div><div>4) All answers physical?</div><div>No - step 5</div><div>Yes - ABC's</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">There is nothing about the patient's airway or breathing...</span></div><div><br /></div><div>5) What is the outcome of the remaining answer?</div><div>Is it desired? Select correct answer.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">Desired outcome is correct functioning of the shunt and being sure it drains the CSF.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Whew. That's quite a lot of work for one answer! Which did you pick? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The correct answer is....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>2! Placing the child on the side opposite the shunt prevents pressure on the shunt valve. Intake and output will also need to be assessed, but that isn't the nurse's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">priority</span>. The child is usually on nothing-by-mouth status until bowel sounds return/able to eat. Pain medications should be administered by an I.V. route initially postoperatively.</div><div><br /></div><div>Very rarely does it seem that there is a clear-cut answer, even when using the tree. I hear that some have felt that all they did during the NCLEX test was make educated guesses. I am sure that these test taking strategies help, even if only to make educated guesses!</div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-17450663804984941432010-03-24T21:32:00.003-04:002010-03-24T21:50:27.788-04:00Things To Do:1. Find a yellow outfit for Grace's birthday :) Yay!<br />2. Begin studying between 4500 and 5000 NCLEX review questions (for my nursing exam when I graduate).<br />3. Laundry<br />4. Get two clinical instructor recommendations, a transcript, and new outfit for...<br />5. ... my interview at Hopkins!!!!<br /><br />I have an interview with the NICU on Monday, April 5th, so be praying for me as I mentally prepare for this; I'll be interviewing in front of a few people this time. Thankfully, I'll know them since I've worked with them over the summer and winter, but I'm still nervous! This is such a huge opportunity for me, one that I am so thankful for and excited to begin. I've really come to LOVE Baltimore more and more the longer that I've been away from it. I can't wait to get home and settle in and start this next chapter of my life at home, and at Hopkins if that's where the Lord leads me!<br /><br />I just want a crab feast, to go to an O's game, to get some ice cream at the Prigel Family Creamery, sleep in my enormous fluffy cloud bed, and be around YOU all again. So... for now... I'll see you for Easter; but in 52 days, I'll see you whenever I want!Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-8726017708614607312010-03-20T20:45:00.002-04:002010-03-20T21:32:03.890-04:00I Found It In The KitchenGross.<br /><br />I got home from spring break Wednesday night, in the dark, and had to walk into my house all alone. I walked into every room with a broom making tons of noise, even looked under my bed, but saw nothing. The last room I went into was the kitchen, and as I turned my head to look at the floor, I saw a little rat butt poking out from under the cabinets... my cabinets actually... and I sucked wind. I found it odd that the mouse was still in the middle of the kitchen after I had been making so much noise with the broom, so I walked to the other doorway of the kitchen and looked in from a safe distance. There it was, grossing me out. So, I called home, and Matt picked up. I think he loved that he picked up the phone and got to hear me in such a panicked state. Here's our conversation:<br /><br />"The rat's in our house!"<br />"What?"<br />"Eeeeh, is Mom or Dad there?"<br />"Hahaa No."<br />"Ewww it's in our kitchen."<br />"Ok...Heehe haha!"<br />"It isn't funny I almost walked on top of it!"<br />"Yeah? And how does that make you feel?"<br />"uuuhhh, ewww! ok..."<br />"April, talk to me"<br />"I'm all sweaty and my armpits are itching, that's how it makes me feel."<br />"Ha haaa! Are you looking at it right now?"<br />"No I walked away. EEEh. Ok. You get to play this for everyone because I'm sure it's being recorded."<br />"It is. Ha."<br />"Alright, I'm gonna hang up now and call Dad."<br />"Alright, one second though, Dad's at work. Ummm another question, do you have a crush on anyone?"<br />"Do I have a crush on anyone.... haha, no."<br />"Hahaha."<br />"Eew I'm so creeped out Matt I have to go, I have to call Dad."<br />"Alright, what's Dad's gonna say?"<br />"I don't know, I'll call the landlord."<br />"Call up one of your dude friends and tell them to come over and get it."<br />"Alright, aaah. Ok bye."<br />"And then block the entryway so It doesn't get out of the kitchen."<br />"It's dead!"<br />"Oh it's dead?!"<br />"Matt, I think so, I'm not gonna go close to it, but it's not moving, EEEW!"<br />"Call one of your dude friends. Call the one that broke the Jeep window because he owes you, and me."<br />"Ok."<br />"Alright."<br />"Ok. Everyone's on spring break, but alright."<br />"Alright, bye."<br />"Bye."<br /><br />There it was folks. And in case you couldn't tell who-said-what above, Matt's the one who kept saying "ha ha".Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-78171293219709769532010-03-14T14:22:00.002-04:002010-03-14T14:55:06.286-04:00It'll Be Funny One Day, Right?Update on the mouse situation: well, it's a rat.<br /><br />My roommates and I have a rat living in our house, and my nightmare of stepping on the body of a vermin almost came true. We had set out a couple mouse traps to catch the little guy Lindsay saw in her room. After weeks of no success, we assumed he went back outside after all the snow melted. Some time last week, I was home alone, in my room with the door closed and heard a loud chewing noise coming from somewhere in the kitchen or dining room. I ventured out with as much bravery as I could gather while being home alone with a "mouse" but soon realized that the noises were coming from inside a wall. Eeeew! My roommates started hearing the noises throughout the day as well.<br /><br />So, this past Thursday night, I was getting ready for the arrival of my mom, Aunt Becki, and cousin Katie for the weekend. While I was in my room I heard the wires behind my desk shift. I convinced myself that it was nothing and continued getting ready for my family to arrive, when I heard them shift again. As quickly as I could, I threw open my door and ran out into the hallway, screaming "The mouse is in my room!". My two roommates ran to my rescue, one of them kneeling down to look under my bed and the other walking around and making noise with a broom. I was standing at the doorway really grossed out. Then suddenly, we heard scurrying and a big, ugly, black RAT ran behind my desk and out the doorway.... towards my feet. <br /><br />I screamed and jumped in the air as I saw this "not a mouse" hover under my feet for a split second in all the confusion, and all I could think to myself was, "I'm going to land on it and feel it under my feet! (read previous post)". Thankfully, I did not land on top of the rat, but ran instead back into my room and jumped into the middle of my papasan chair. Mom, Aunt Becki, Katie arrived soon after this mess. <br /><br />We were all in the hallway and my roommate started opening a cereal box. I thought that the rustling of the cereal bag was the rustling of the rat, and when I gasped, Mom, Aunt Becki, and Katie thought that it was the rat coming out. I can't even begin to describe the scene. Mom and Katie screamed but both maintained a stellar composure when compared to what was going on next to them with Aunt Becki. She lost her head and started jumping up and down on top of Katie, screaming and spinning; she told us later that she twisted her ankles and momentarily lost her vision! Needless to say, no one wanted to sleep on the floor that night, so we all went to a hotel. Over the next couple of days I was discovering more and more rat poop in my room, under my bed, and in my closet. <br /><br />The exterminator (I now feel that exterminators are very, very brave men) placed sticky traps and rat poison throughout the house. Hopefully, when I get home, the rat will be dead! Hooray!Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-84238861919086237402010-02-18T16:48:00.002-05:002010-02-18T16:57:43.550-05:00Of Mice And Women<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYrsgqw37nlY_jocuskOYTjtoEK-j00wv0GxlZaIYukjLgzyrBetDER0To8F8sBdcw2LaOWnMVQZfPNNHQy5OKOY26B0bHRYf_xor_F89r4rynSeyLPQHC9V88H6GWSkxYZZCXS2JnXys/s1600-h/mouse+010-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439704133179728930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYrsgqw37nlY_jocuskOYTjtoEK-j00wv0GxlZaIYukjLgzyrBetDER0To8F8sBdcw2LaOWnMVQZfPNNHQy5OKOY26B0bHRYf_xor_F89r4rynSeyLPQHC9V88H6GWSkxYZZCXS2JnXys/s400/mouse+010-1.jpg" /></a>Yes, I have legs so pale they are almost transparent. But, this is what I look like every night while getting ready for bed, because we have a mouse in our house.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5wLoSs-ZVQlI0rlW-MemsLw_pfCeNHVfbLbZq5VB0I0ke92kaVyij9cCohiRYlzaqLC1ewX_7maoGmwO8q4n8aCtmLTehn3OGQVxwGbfaVrDEPIEqClwdRb-LpKv-dzAUhKQtsqGUygY/s1600-h/mouse+011-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439704130429301714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5wLoSs-ZVQlI0rlW-MemsLw_pfCeNHVfbLbZq5VB0I0ke92kaVyij9cCohiRYlzaqLC1ewX_7maoGmwO8q4n8aCtmLTehn3OGQVxwGbfaVrDEPIEqClwdRb-LpKv-dzAUhKQtsqGUygY/s400/mouse+011-1.jpg" /></a>And yes, it knows we are afraid of it, and yes, it probably lives in our walls with an army of 500. And yes, I refuse to walk around the house without shoes on, because if I did, the mouse would know, and scurry across my feet (or, in my process of jumping and screaming, I would accidently land on top of it and feel it under my foot).</div><div> </div><div>And I'm sure that the mouse can get into my room despite the fact that I have found a new use for my school books; blocking the crack under my door. </div><div> </div><div>It turns out my fan sounds just like a chitter-chattering mouse.</div><div> </div><div>And yes, when I heard there was a mouse in our house, I mentally went through Dr. Seuss' Cat in the Hat, Fox in a Box, Mouse in a House rhyme. </div><div> </div><div>And yes, I am quite certain that this mouse knows how to climb into washing machines, cabinets, bath tubs, beds, and toilets. And for that reason, I take deep breaths before entering any room of the house, and I whistle under my bed each night to see if a little creature responds.</div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-59159924621290690942010-02-06T15:50:00.004-05:002010-02-06T16:05:49.952-05:00My Goodview Room, With A Good View!<div align="center">Here's my house on Goodview Street,<br /></div><div align="center">before:<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435236316536070882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwnLR-B2NtIs3Bgt7DKd0OEmmMQAaHeW-QXqI2BPtMQD8xZqk2Ov8fU2ZcewJQFe5Kc93UlRq-2bi7B8HkOQfSnQg6Y8Gm4zLBLpPCRVIaUgEfr2mN-rFjdstG3DbcmXMsVsNKaiCmBTI/s400/Senior+House+006.jpg" /> <p align="center">and after:<br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435236317534908482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivC9P8FgIJbxRZKd2JWIYecmBTzaeKJ9LpZRZp7JMzxnsF4_oHb-Wds0Csrwf0FyHw9TelAcgFjIgAUyzyD47kWdBOLrx6cIEyeA8d-6eBbuHQYA_0DvIScQv8R1B8YR-GPaicyLHMNAA/s400/room+007.jpg" />I'm watching "Say Yes to the Dress". I have a little entertainment corner, with a TV, bookstand, and chair to read in.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435236324565301986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhicIiF4xzYwbM7B40YTy2y3XZrszH0PvXAe5Yr_2MWK1OzR_nG0UXVsLh2r0Kx3VfxKtl6es7_0K27w8RxKgepYPtLRCUNowjNJxT8azVqRJYgdKjkgY3RlfDs6UNYBsqjRIPJqwYkDeQ/s400/room+008.jpg" /> <p>Behind that is my dresser with some of my favorite pictures of my travels on it. My bed wall was boring, so I put up a painting from Australia.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435236326824199442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_b5AayLyI3Q5BDG0_ogwIi-zbGi-VLkhkBuT0HTxEZXaDyZ8KzQ6ooTXP1uPIxFcB8Yfa1ROWM1MzWjZM0N7UnE4HdCTvne9SF-pIzTNYoRoLKuRsaZSyq0qXAbWCSXu-8GqaKfjRc5w/s400/room+009.jpg" /></p><p> My desk, across from the window, full of things to distract me from doing my schoolwork.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435236333833626882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJeuRGxONTmU2N6X4rc-EhqalJD3Q_eZQkYkI_ff-hwA4GSU-FH2ASmrf13xtJBmYFZnpqijQ7YKSet73j1NWvPFfh7kOgOW7r_W9y1_6Tt8z9L2TqHR7VPJgsPbBFGTDzz35Tns2HJa0/s400/room+013.jpg" />And last year's The Office calendar is hanging on my wall.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435236523931068898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGK3Y9kAZfDB2B0Pru_s98Z24npD3d3C7BUJLXrdiOCWd3uDu18a6v9XwL5MLirfr63yWph7IL_2FzT1U3Be5xQZga-sM4seBJ2aFyPt0rd4a9wo4738TlN_2duBkS0Tol2GDrB-V61U/s400/room+014.jpg" />My door and closet...<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435236531020054466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBoG0232kcc5cNfaLpnyulcGECf9QmGjBOSgZSJJe3GaY4ZALfbKLLqjlxhHaNPWZcR-sTx5NbCjEa8TXgxtqBnfv5u6OfEf5O_g6wiEAGF0fy-1vQhnWhGRpdbNbDZ5jZ-nOu-TknJGM/s400/room+015.jpg" />... and a lose up of the awesome mirror my dad custom made for me!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435236531934018626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj8vN4Y0wj3UrPrmVuQEk8ZIFdC7LjFqAUnhHuQOPv4im_PqreEGiTobU0soGnp0DIrV2ZxUeJ1sehbXzQKrgkkuU20ULY4eLFRzVKl71sQhKSvJHg_pcyBhLElnoI_-YAB4XHiE2p87I/s400/room+016.jpg" />My view outside my window is so pretty in the spring, our neighbor has a large garden, and there is a bush just outside my window that grows beautiful pink flowers.</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435236536464955986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDz7GfjDepHrR0_Z9ID20P0IDxGJB21vGyCR9V9C6uj6wKFj1xzZqzV3dvBazLXA4cLr5GMAP2JLK7U1Z8a5KICEwdnbsnV072a4mGhtpaE23zFVXRVpzbeTP9LIRBr0apO1B_Fyh2K70/s400/room+017.jpg" /></p><div><div><div><div>But right now, the view is nothing but snow! We have about a foot so far, and it's supposed to snow every three days or so for the next couple weeks.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435236540477739746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJKjYtjx6kZFRKSaqMBjUxPsOzGZWcxu-RP5xpPfjlSXs47D8ogscMcVpKaEt0crnghxmh7IaK2E7XYmSkUocriZhHPFg8XYBu3PNRgJI-FJP6aWQd0luZ4nus-cCx2B0mCqIT46ILGGo/s400/room+018.jpg" /></div></div></div></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-44860466003940557522010-01-29T13:48:00.004-05:002010-01-29T13:54:15.517-05:00Leadership ClinicalI have gotten my Leadership clinical assignment and it is..... the Neonatal ICU in Lynchburg! My plans for carpooling to Richmond didn't work out, but I am still thankful that I will be able to work with neonates this semester. I pray that God uses this clinical time to help me feel more comfortabe as I begin caring for these patients as the nurse, and not the CNE. I hope to be the kind of nurse that can be trusted by my patients (or the mommy and daddy in this case), their families, and the staff I work with! I am excited to begin my time in the NICU developing my crital care skills!Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-63006900444439913072010-01-25T19:48:00.002-05:002010-01-25T20:00:23.902-05:00Update, Senior YearIt's hard to believe that it's my senior year already! This place has become my routine; when I go HOME I feel out of whack! I forget to take my medicine, I eat "weird" food (not raw food)... I can't wait for home to be my normal routine again. Not so I can eat normal food and forget to take meds, but so it can become my full-time life again. <br /><br />This semester has been super easy so far. I am in Community nursing, where my clinical experience involves 4 Mondays of working with a hospice nurse. It will be a new experience for me, but I am curious all the same. My Leadership class will have 5 clinicals, one weekend every month, from 7a-7p. I haven't heard where I will be yet, but I signed up for the NICU here in Lynchburg and the NICU in Richmond, VA. It is most likely that I will be going to Richmond because I have 2 other friends that signed up to be in the same hospital. Our professor should want to take advantage of 3 students willing to drive and stay in Richmond together. It would be a fun weekend for us to hang out together and have time with eachother before graduating. My Advanced Critical Care class has just a handful of students in it. It is a much more personal class, where we have discussions on what we are learning and have lab days where we run through codes and trauma cases. There are no tests in this class either! Lastly, I'm in Biomedical Ethics. This is an interesting class because it will help me to be able to back up my opinions better; like how I feel about abortion, physician assisted suicide, euthanasia, etc. These are issues that I will have to face in the NICU, probably even during my interview! <br /><br />Each of my professors in my classes said that we will get out of this class what we put into it, meaning that getting an A should be easy, heh heh heh. Yay! I would love to get straight A's this semester! <br /><br />Just a few more months left!Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-5004089010370080882010-01-05T17:15:00.002-05:002010-01-05T17:23:46.268-05:00Go Ahead, You Can LaughThe road to becoming a nurse is not without its troubles and concerns. On occasion, the learned nursing student will self-diagnose her/himself with everything that s/he has learned in class.<br /><br />I am not the exception. I might even be the extreme.<br /><br />Over the past 3 and a half years, I have self-diagnosed, at one point or another, believing it to be true for any amount of time, the following conditions:<br /><br />1. Supraclavicular Nodes (feeling one of these is bad news)<br />2. A Blood Clot (that was not too long ago)<br />3. Leukemia (I had a total of 1 symptom)<br />4. Spontaneous Cerebrospinal Fluid Leak (because I had a runny nose)<br />5. Urinary Retention (turns out I just didn't have to "go")<br />6. Pre-Ventricular Contractions (actually this wasn't too far-fetched, but I still didn't have it)<br />7. Atrial Fibrillation (which would cause a blood clot, sooo...)<br />8. A blood clot, again<br />9. Ventricular Septal Defect (this is a BIRTH defect, I was 20 when I "acquired it")<br />10. Anemia (like the serious kind)<br />11. Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (again, not too "out there", but not entirely accurate)<br />12. Crohn's Disease (just a little tummy ache)<br />13. Meningitis (my neck really hurt, okay?)<br />14. Umbilical Hernia (after a big day of eating...)<br />15. Melanoma (some people pronounce this as "freckle", as in my diagnostic case)<br /><br />I won't even go into things I learned in my Psych class.<br /><br />Lucky for everybody else in the world, I keep these diagnoses to myself, until now.<br /><br />Also, don't meander onto GOOGLE Search when you have any of the concerns listed above, it's just not helpful... or when you have a runny nose, a full tummy, an ache or pain...Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-29267745041475260062009-12-22T13:04:00.002-05:002009-12-22T13:19:55.906-05:00Christmas VacationI have loved being home for a white Christmas! We haven't had snow this early in the year in a while. Grace and Leah loved playing in the 20 inches we got over the weekend while they were here spending the night, and I'm glad that the snow came early enough that by today, the roads won't be too icy when I head into work.<br /><br />I've had a decent break from arriving home from the end of the semester to getting back to the NICU. As always, I am excited and ready to get back! I am not scheduled to work Christmas (my last time saying that in a while) and I am off the day before (and day of) Mandy's wedding.<br /><br />My trip to Dr. Brody's yesterday revealed a completely healed liver and bile duct! I got the complete work-up (meaning he used all of his machines on me :)) and he found that my heart, kidneys, and adrenals are the next up to be worked on. My adrenals were a 32 on his chart, which is the highest it can be, meaning that they are very fatigued. Those 4 years of having Mono with no immune system to fight it really took a toll on all of my organs! They each tried to fight it! The great news is that I will, at some point, be cured from all of these ailments, Lord willing! I am so thankful for two parents who are willing to take me to a doctor 2 hours away and pay for my treatment so that I can get better! Thanks, Mom and Dad!Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-71122884048861659522009-12-11T19:28:00.003-05:002009-12-11T19:41:18.494-05:00When Life Gives You Lemons...... do the Master Cleanse Diet!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyAVWg321ioHhjZ6TD0ger7KxQsylU-HSipJwHf0fVmcrIgE6iOiDJMgKge46LWYXKkMwticon7lQQpY7iwMRQdnLOMxUlErC_KsAhvx-ibJDmNgKoazSmA-LtQDHjQ9SjnZCmqMuha3M/s1600-h/diet+011-1.jpg"></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414140300365415026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg89jLzXWJjiedOFar2-C3oQiHRj-7GJDakyo3oeU6GIgm0w55yxb8-oIpKOPsTx8-YONQ3mYmI3cFE6MYz3xMjAVCV29DDJMzQffhLpyWnNfupzDlpnSIkH5l2mUo35Ftd5g8IaimvPS4/s400/diet+005-1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNcl_hxgVFZXkXqj9BeY6u5_Z9rqvF9zsTN8SaddoTLtvYGY_6j073t7-HbvR5LdFBqClKl3PplvYcVk6H1849O9mBx24z4ZFQO_jHbJe1DWvzJFTznqT0gb8YC-9YLOJiEniqlxtTp-Y/s1600-h/diet+013-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414140285600821842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNcl_hxgVFZXkXqj9BeY6u5_Z9rqvF9zsTN8SaddoTLtvYGY_6j073t7-HbvR5LdFBqClKl3PplvYcVk6H1849O9mBx24z4ZFQO_jHbJe1DWvzJFTznqT0gb8YC-9YLOJiEniqlxtTp-Y/s400/diet+013-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> That's what I've been drinking for the last 10 days. A precise mixture of water, lemon juice, grade B maple syrup, and cayenne pepper, which I forgot to buy when I took this picture to share with all of you food-eaters.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>This diet also includes drinking 2 tsp. sea salt in 4 c. water each morning and senna tea at night. It really wasn't too bad until 2 days ago, when I just couldn't get 'eating food again' out of my mind. I even made a list of the meals I want to eat when I am done this diet! </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Today is my last day of the lemonade mixture, and tomorrow I spend the day drinking orange juice. Sunday I can have vegetable soup (drinking mostly broth), which I made on Wednesday night so I could feel like I was going to eat; it has been sitting in my fridge and it smells so good whenever I open the refrigerator door. Monday, my friend Kelsie and I are going out to lunch, and then I am heading home on Tuesday.... which means that Mom, Dad, and I (all 3 of us have been doing this diet together) are going to Chili's Tuesday night where we will become ravenous, and we won't apologize. </div><div> </div><div>I finished my last final this afternoon. It was Nutrition, which I was most nervous about, and I got a 90%! Highest test grade in this class of the semester! I will pass :) My Psychology test went well this morning, and I have been enjoying not having to do any school work!</div><div> </div><div></div><div>See you all soon!</div></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-33512537887645663392009-12-09T17:13:00.005-05:002009-12-09T17:20:38.090-05:00Finals and SenioritisI have all 3 of my finals this week. I actually took my first one today; Critical Care. It wasn't that bad! But I'm always careful to say that, because the outcome of the test is always a surprise to me. We were given a take home final for Critical Care as well, which I am half-way through. This test involves 3 patient scenarios and questions concerning their care. We are allowed to use our notes and books, and we have had a week to complete the 12 question packet.<br /><br />Friday, I have my Psychology final at 8:00am, which I have yet to study for. I'll get a B in the class as long as I pass the final. My last final is in Nutrition, and I have to take it online by 5 pm. I am most nervous about this test! It has been the most difficult class for me this semester because of the way the teacher asks the test questions. It's set up like this:<br /><br />What is.... blah blah blah?<br />a) one<br />b) two<br />c) three<br />d) A and B<br />e) A, B, and C<br /><br />Ya get it? I can't stand it. I'll probably pass the class, but it won't be a good grade!<br /><br />It's so hard to study! I just want to get home for Christmas!<br /><br />I'm coming home on Tuesday and am looking forward to stuffing my face with lots of food.Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-9585978010533529862009-12-01T13:48:00.007-05:002009-12-01T14:11:31.937-05:00TennesseeHere are some pictures from my recent trip to Tennessee! I had a great time visiting with Laura and Logan and their precious little girl, Aydah.<br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410342398908422466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJEb8G_jckgcTzEY7_VrOLNPX708YEmP3lHLdUSqqDvai-a17Oz9tVlNzaLI0rOY4VZhhTGGaUbYzIaGfy1cO729vgsCe_dhtefc-yYOvOOmH-CdkB5kAwQ8-yz975oEZ3aOnZLJuIm2k/s400/232323232%257Ffp995%253Enu%253D337%253A%253E789%253E%253B47%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253C5%253A64456339nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Aydah is such a bundle of energy, just like Grace or Grae! I had fun playing with her and getting to know her more. She stops and stares at the TV whenever "Flo", from the insurance commercials, comes on; she loves her! Aydah would always wave bye-bye to me when Laura was carrying her into her room for a nap. It was adorable.</div><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410342415798629698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhVISj3mxpLYp-k3hmx4UuB_ZXao-eHpAdVwWpy71quTHq6-lLMoNnpDF9He78Sss2_Ex9JeJJY3a7FcbCo8_brq-gfAJ3a0k31_xifbdcLMB7n2JZC7VYOQNK1enQlrM_lUaycIIclKI/s400/Tennessee+20091.jpg" border="0" />It was important for me to remind Aydah that half of her belongs in Maryland. She had no complaints after tasting her first Berger cookie while sporting her Orioles tee. Thanks to Laura's pregnancy hormones, she was liking chocolate and had a cookie too! And Logan is learning to deal with the fact that Maryland is awesome (just teasing ya, Logan!).</div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410344012647905202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxpJWRj8_bJtdJQjmYrb6np0c_MTpNISo6qlcULDYU4zqth9hysY_M3RTgIYNBKDgu4RPGPaMAIQV4Jg8jEcjiC9RCYUDtMmrHK2zpsY8MJfyoKLv4rlwGaLVQCIpkYJzfMkoVySCqPDM/s400/Tennessee+2009.jpg" border="0" /></div>Aydah has a special smile for the camera:<br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410342025639902754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguK6G-V83dzAg8lN_HSvzflLTw48aUe9H2iwu6LlxLdp2OStFoeCAi24UW6F6qrmKhyphenhyphenKdkub3xD3r_Wj6mriODCa6tiGrewWH_Zvce8lr6adK4EWhqFXW7Tcv3oABNs3Gqa_A-J_4FfuE/s400/232323232%257Ffp99%253B%253Enu%253D337%253A%253E789%253E%253B47%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253C5%253A6%253C769339nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>While we were spending Saturday night and Sunday with Logan's parents (who made an amazing BBQ, sweet potato fries, salad, and home-made ice cream dinner), Aydah spent a few minutes saying "cheese" and modeling for pictures.</div><div> </div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410342033456041506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHp8asaGiWHuP4awOA1maNxJlQYpfia6ZMteqxqKDVmJ8sTz7IgbjMpHLNMwNmpyCDdrtBJ_4WyDvNnX-4s8kSIqSo2ZwhkkeZorTeeh2BdIVQS_7JtmKpW-uaoQxRVuLBkNhnwGcxaA4/s400/232323232%257Ffp938%253Enu%253D337%253A%253E789%253E%253B47%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253C5%253A7646%253A339nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410342029960856338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0_oE5oF1pWHa_WZDSvv_w692hjSymQC-O-iZzRv-IFKaNsBs2KrwbTsvpYwGZ0qklBrzY7kZr9BNAVBZAymyELcZ2TjcEUw2OokIE6jq8p6N8NZ_lig5bwBbeSdWt4FKJrjl-YSH-6Rk/s400/232323232%257Ffp9%253A%253B%253Enu%253D337%253A%253E789%253E%253B47%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253C5%253A76475339nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410342041474338834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOWqo5zoQsjJH4YqVI7rOC9rl3w5jcNpGMCHWl3uEgiTDWQlL3qi8_VBLU6JkW4YLoMrCeeAYkiEOyqeB2moYKlH1wcePKNViRaKIeTsfITZcvZwTGZJzgLKWgea9R0Rugnz9tGtjTDk/s400/232323232%257Ffp9%253A7%253Enu%253D337%253A%253E789%253E%253B47%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253C5%253A764%253B8339nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" />Monday we went to a pumpkin patch and picked out a pumpkin. It was a muddy day, but we had fun... and some more BBQ.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410342024281567938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqdd9vk_C0wIJRVbWC6Ad-mvqbOHoAZ1y4sBeEgjCkLQeboWqKdAXZwnhS2SFJ-EyxZV_0dMx0O0qymhomCUWLwof1skGGXjvfyY_FAnnrF8FtrA05-nlvpB8SCw_7EzCnoYe2UZdsxS8/s400/232323232%257Ffp9%253B2%253Enu%253D337%253A%253E789%253E%253B47%253EWSNRCG%253D32%253C5%253A7%253C%253A78339nu0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410342421791961570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6pKpL4iznjboNN7Q0PRkd_H8wwWPVaMvEqG3smueOVy7No9EBoZYirNXhG40SWYW9k6G0_P9v7iOq-mTUKFSVkD6g4m_hCyf0TS9goZDCCIe8nnp3m0sapSzL8ZXcm9wOgYn2RBgMjfA/s400/Tennessee+20092.jpg" border="0" /> <div><div><div>It was such a fun weekend! I was so thankful that I was able to spend time with Laura and her family after not seeing them for a while. Hopefully we will all be able to see each other again before long! </div></div></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-27350730358172817332009-11-14T11:33:00.003-05:002009-11-14T11:40:39.642-05:00ATIGuess what today is? It's ATI testing time! Remember last year? Hahahahahah! Guess what else? ATI doesn't count for seniors -it doesn't affect our grades this year. That means, I didn't study one tiny bit. I actually forgot we had testing today. This is gonna be a great day; Level 1's all around! <br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403998610052890562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUuG6wkK9E383glkMUsAaaXWNn5_1-BOaAjEYCRdRDMf1xmC1H5Hw4Nc3_e1oqV9_FZkHxODaTA8uZNkF_Y70FlsxI0MfUadFYi8AlcI_tAsDR7RerAaTYWEZkZcoUXEuC1Emm64CuxmI/s400/ATI+Meeting+2009+027-1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403998605215518690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKLRjwKFGwgXm3iqxup0Z0MBjoDtxXw4ecvJPhlWR6hlpsCCI5n3D5iwHEorpDW0przg7zFPhGnxdpDufjPs2IkHKJBtT98D-oCbxXft-6542ELtCVpsib4jXF77ZcBH5wXxbrTEFL0k/s400/ATI+Meeting+2009+005-1.jpg" border="0" /><br />The only bummer is that I actually have to study for my Critical Care test today. I wish our other tests didn't count towards our grades. But on a lighter note, I am coming home in just 4 days! I can't wait to eat some good Thanksgiving food (Mom, I hope you're the one making that green bean casserole; it's so yummy!).Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-40056100982284081142009-11-10T22:22:00.006-05:002009-11-12T14:21:45.094-05:00.... MY PIN!<div align="left">I'm so excited! My nursing pin came in the mail today! I ordered this on September 18th and have been anxiously awaiting its arrival. It's another reminder that I'm almost done with nursing school! WOO HOO! I bet my Mom (with her "mother's heart") is glad that I'm almost done, too.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402681759418775090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_bUNoTW6poVSbP55pof7_BXno79TvDKjk_fwhLfpYEul5H9sDbPqYfTkLUNkKKTkTcuXnnA6IXre-wB2y-o28pDP7dhsFSP3JXSHKoxCcInzTR9sTmVbIoISYxakEm-f25JGPiKCb3sM/s400/pin+004.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">So beautiful: </p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402681763450498802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGdGFpCzyPrdsGh8535ntERzKcmkfmx1ELom5lgrGGVH2cmYTMjedSbNDWvpXZISkwM9Gv9Ial8WZNirXS9-qFPbjd7VstqKmABQScMIy6oWJfPshAwW4WN8Pvk8vGys2UDLlfHp8nvFk/s400/pin+002.jpg" border="0" /> The back has my initials and year of graduation:<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402681762605535154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_KHeb440TVpMQpLHywtYPqKXfQCUJ6WU2RMnQ_udhv9GBbezwS0CLThWf56A3Faf7tdcS8GXJHXp0uDXyLbnaX2iaCW58ERVCjHTlC2jvhRn45VWiQm9A6cffwl5ltEfFKCagSbecYY/s400/pin+012.jpg" border="0" /> Here it is with my senior ribbon:<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402681954440532754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1CIag1MTi94AO6eXPyj8u_lcrXlOyuewtSlAV02XDOGmvLeglXt4CS4PJcvPRj-DhuFmfI_M9lMrf0dB6nf603eHRLSjCiLCIazvm0iJjV4NFGMfNxS2vdC340LbkBXUYhRMXGEes2s/s400/pin+019.jpg" border="0" /> Sophomore nursing students get blue ribbons to wear on their uniform, juniors get red, and seniors get the red, white, and blue.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402681767774624466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsE1fkBIIjxPOcIgsSuDG1L5DE0EoWpPwYkF53UKT5w9FffDWYZEZV8R38zfy5qOqSESi0geaXvOHt8ZouMj8A9rjgGqisNFYsOEa7S5Mu7FUogLzp7kJPnvL5WaXjlMeZfNQY5N6nyGY/s400/pin+020.jpg" border="0" /><br />Yummm. The look of the light at the end of the long, long, dark, long, tunnel.<br /><br /></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-83404305993391764002009-11-09T21:44:00.004-05:002009-11-09T21:53:49.499-05:009 Days And Counting!I got 9 more days to go and I'll be on my way home for Thanksgiving! I'll get home late on the 18th and I can't wait. It's been a long time since I've really been home for a good break, and not just for a weekend. There's not too much for me to do until then; I have one project for my Preceptorship class due this week, and a Critical Care test next Wednesday. That, that's about it (Bubba from Forrest, Forrest Gu-ump). <br /><br />My preceptorship project is a power point on aortic balloon pumps. What's that? Well, its a long thin balloon that is inserted in the leg, fed up the aorta all the way until it is resting close to the heart. The balloon blows up when the heart is relaxed, and deflates when the heart pumps. This basically allows the heart to rest a bit. Do you think just that will get me 15 slides? <br /><br />Also, while I'm home, I'll be heading back to Johns Hopkins NICU! I am so excited to get my baby fix! It's so nice that they kept me on as an employee so I can work for them during my breaks. <br /><br />Whelp, see ya (Lloyd, Dumb and Dumber)Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-35849115801251423102009-10-31T20:59:00.010-04:002009-10-31T21:41:42.029-04:00April Wilson, PhotographerI have been having a fun time as Liberty Nursing Student Association's photographer. Yesterday, I shadowed the juniors while they had Simulation Lab. This lab takes the place of one of their regular scheduled hospital clinicals.<br /><div></div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbEGCFArTy9_JVCD1gIGwtWc1f4fdnbRkooasCPfjgRb_iczYKb_U0HoNwYA5RvYQddFVVOQyDP1NX4_pBRmVUvhzJaCNHyTlmgCBZx7w3xgGCpJlob3Z8IRz7he_wdfIcl0sX1HTS-lM/s1600-h/sim+lab+and+tailgate+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398934647537197010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbEGCFArTy9_JVCD1gIGwtWc1f4fdnbRkooasCPfjgRb_iczYKb_U0HoNwYA5RvYQddFVVOQyDP1NX4_pBRmVUvhzJaCNHyTlmgCBZx7w3xgGCpJlob3Z8IRz7he_wdfIcl0sX1HTS-lM/s400/sim+lab+and+tailgate+021.jpg" border="0" /></a> I can remember how nerve-wracking it was to be in their shoes, not knowing what was going to happen to Sim Man. Everything that happens is as if you were really in the hospital taking care of a patient. First, you receive report from the night nurse. She "just so happens" to not know some things, forget to tell you things, etc. Questions are allowed, but sooner or later, the night nurse "goes home", and you're left feeling quite alone. Each student gets a role; there's an RN, a CNA, a Family Member, and a Recorder (someone who records the time the RN does anything).<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398934647146768626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht04nXsNOKc6N8fWcm_up_NtnRtnTzffzJyTYSccZf3wMR0fD3xhFe59rL8xLuCSDVkKe_asq8t7H6oYPTAyfroxcCwJ_jUWBurb3IsKLXfJxi6zdlHPYwlajyBWADGcUgXv0uT_FPBwY/s400/Copy+of+sim+lab+and+tailgate+003.jpg" border="0" />Here's Sim Man. He talks. He Coughs. He vomits (not really, but he makes the noise of vomiting)! His chest rises and falls with his breathing and you can hear his belly, heart, and lung sounds. He can have clear lung sounds, or he can have rubs or crackles or other adventitious sounds. His heart can have murmurs. His belly can be hypo- or hyper-active. His pulses can be strong, weak, irregular, or absent all together. His vitals are on the monitor, and they can all go up, or down. He'll even respond to all of your questions.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398934641947458450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8liMxAe96L2wotz0ju53OvwM3MSkZvCjevVvnQlEJqkW3l9Fc3F1i6YLBm9vX5PFiwHz6FuDzl9cov4Z-i_FgdWrp6zsbfJlJXuM3C6QAJeScsgJQlBbURaUgV2E1QNwfKi8sTHPeAVc/s400/sim+lab+and+tailgate+015.jpg" border="0" />It was so fun watching and remembering when I was in Sim Lab. It was all the same. The moment you pull back the curtain and enter the room, you're nervous and just sort of look at Sim Man, not knowing what to do.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398934636408344882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQekH2qtcOWjgzHJ6gGIc4IzEDyALBYkS2eClkMcoB-jVDHl_KT2ij-TC-W1hmAamP-UfAb7UnjiEDYdzXiRX0vWFwwelV3BUnB5NAeB8xhMZJ_tOEfrCE7QPlBPZ9W7CH0x1mFdXylA0/s400/Copy+of+sim+lab+and+tailgate+007.jpg" border="0" /> <div><div><div>Eventually you step up, and start to assess. And just like when I was in Sim Lab, the first thing Sim Man complains about is pain and nausea. And before you can think of what to do next, he throws up.... a lot.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398935159264603794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSxxI-ljopR3us_VrIc13oz3xvXjfmRhUjAWNqIiPPM9gVdS-CawFzXBG-HwbKhLWK88Wskhp8lGUAXHcEAWn2o8Bx8wrKo1tMQhgJLfToZ3rn_L_q9M0xpIgHM6mvqXyqxUS6wrZ9urg/s400/sim+lab+and+tailgate+027.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398935158191465474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ygXq7jZGWS3XfZ-7qqYaGuZs_t_W5EmsZ7l9hKJQX0ix46ogfCaDUTrGKXGWYEsEVFFzp8tfs01ZN4Eomv_o41oqhcId8Uqk1qIbneTZYdxCbaUtGoiFTBU6VWr2MfNexxw14PHiuGQ/s400/sim+lab+and+tailgate+026.jpg" border="0" />And soon, Sim Man becomes unresponsive. His vitals start changing; heart rate increases, blood pressure goes down, oxygen saturation goes down, what's going on with Sim Man!!!! You literally have no idea what to do. You just... stand there and look at eachother, look at Sim Man, look at eachother again. Ummmm....<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398935150624461234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7gXuREcUB8sA84zI0Tx2d9dQc2TO0B-Ths0OzRtY648ZLVDv8wp7aYzCEMcUG_fqpLvSYoXO-OvxWDSr46bfUyWLMq6Qa0SP7oJv63Qw0f-I6XN7jBjlT37ae8TBoUKPaYL83IMB_Nvk/s400/sim+lab+and+tailgate+032.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Let's call the doctor! (Behind that double sided mirror is the teacher who is making Sim Man do everything) This part of the clinical is to teach that when you call the doctor, you need to follow certain steps, like give the situation, background of the patient, review the given orders, etc. </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398940132954742034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5iOfc7PO3ec-HXStKXbp1ZKVolsuFZ8QJvJYKUXHNuf-hu4vI0LvFwK2kv2XOP_kuBsdZNFQwLjvbLmi_K-pfQDnh_5UZxa_v2Htn9Xy_-rIpKmg9t9Vtven_qr9PDIhYFYwRhHbucbo/s400/sim+lab+and+tailgate+045.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>You can see on the monitor here his heart rate is 79 (green), oxygen is 91 (yellow), respirations are 12 (white).... soon, the girls will see that he needs supplemental oxygen that is hanging on the wall. Right now, they are listening to a strange lung sound. </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398935147132704482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlPjkf-E27Gx0yUuCT64ziYqUPh2R_OxyG-KbEkwlzUi9cSQZ4IGEnWnuPfVDIR_dZjxYnfv03vcMcveLpGULS7Mb7y-9QS9V3dmlup1VgyFpSJsL0Hg-vh4G8tjSTMXqEPMQhBPB7Uo/s400/sim+lab+and+tailgate+038.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Here's the worst part; everything is being recorded. After lab, they will all watch it together and talk about what they did well, what they need to work on, and what they completely forgot to do! When my group was being recorded last year, I was the CNA. I was on my way to tell the RN that the patient had a pressure ulcer starting on his bottom, and as I walked by the camera, I sniffed and rubbed my nose; and I was super close up to the camera. It was sweet. </div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398935141506239186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX5U9LO-RZR1zZCUdp99QI9EFggJhwJ1UI5uF8lEHWMs2YsWxfFtilcyCgdUF6sBw73i8TFxR7NDlgfikbJoKWBsaqROfGSnJhB1A0U5HJEMaF5kjsIPGTu__qFp10-Rr0cCjXlByx69M/s400/sim+lab+and+tailgate+060.jpg" border="0" />Today, LNSA tailgated! We had fun grilling hotdogs and giving out food to LU students and their parents. It's parent's weekend!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398934327505259090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk65XNHLactC36ZAQiL-Ek7W8Osedjs8KUQQGlm7M3vmAVkM9g9ON5YnlAXuustpvJCopGJup-sLkZSXI6fBtEnU5riRFP-6O6V67DBrLBM2WVt9Z2FQ_C376SxnzB7l8JrhyapaUfEYM/s400/sim+lab+and+tailgate+065-1.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398934313651249442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge9-MaE43Et0sE7ZA6Y-fMgBc6ivbNcRjFpyKmArmTisx4P2iGELss0xaAiPzatnchzmV6eCoZQ7lavSH_kADEJKeRWLB9Ys02D96_5epiINuYjmeZ6SIVdEvzX2lb3tWgi4xrzTC6Cow/s400/sim+lab+and+tailgate+068-1.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398934311587446482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnndXAROGu2y-Cu_SHetcWv-uNRvNnLkeKvbI7573ryquLJazMaEHZX8Di4egrkpmLebF2ede3Mnl4QZGT-GTjJRYJO9kMondUCMjZ9hiflPAQeoUm32BgYf7O96Ig738O0691qUG2Igo/s400/sim+lab+and+tailgate+072-1.jpg" border="0" />Students were dressing up for Halloween, and when this guy ran up the street, we had to call him over. I asked if he was on a solid foods diet before we gave him anything to eat. I'm a critical thinker like that.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398934302991947538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-mpclD1-bN4Y54oM1TgQwV2SiRX-iyF7x_hLhKQ5WhIU-yIwUZqlzuUMMsjKhf14cYU99rX0ZOro-ZKA0tmqY4nDwU6PsOeLSYejyuw4-Kkkw1Mj6PnlimO8kYpguWyY7R22_dftATo/s400/sim+lab+and+tailgate+073-1.jpg" border="0" />Batman also stopped by for some nourishment. I made him do a Pepsi Challenge, like they used to do on TV. I told him that if he could figure out which one was Pepsi and which was Coke, he could have a free hotdog. This was a ploy, because the hotdogs were already free.<br /><div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398934301939804146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3X_hfn1n9GntGG_J4-VWS9pVGFTL42VIockQXC_NLmk2lc8elVCDUUswLXZy55tu45tPTiNoMR38Y_z3IoLm5KkhzYFP79bJOPb33sRF-qeYJBhBleCfUjRVQqgyPh0-y-6JfkmwBgHU/s400/sim+lab+and+tailgate+075-1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398934652898281426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmwKY04xdZTbT7ySySxbZluAlxiOqqV9bAv4K12-a2ntxj0TpQNTYPnc1ktcuJufdhl475BbGsg8uHsgl_nabwpmhD3GfoedPVFtLd8cq9-4fKQzF_FwXel0hXCcAf15hk6e4oRd66UMI/s400/sim+lab+and+tailgate+078-1.jpg" border="0" /> <div><div><div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-5933363220619329682009-10-16T12:51:00.002-04:002009-10-16T13:46:39.739-04:00Whate'er My God Ordains Is RightWhate'er my God ordains is right,<br />Holy His will abideth.<br />I will be still whate'er He does,<br />And follow where He guideth.<br />He is my God,<br />Though dark my road.<br />He holds me that I shall not fall,<br />Wherefore to Him I leave it all.<br /><br />Whate'er my God ordains is right,<br />He never will deceive me.<br />He leads me by the proper path,<br />I know He will not leave me.<br />I take, content,<br />What He hath sent.<br />His hands can turn my griefs away,<br />And patiently I wait His day.<br /><br />Whate'er my God ordains is right,<br />Though now this cup in drinking,<br />May bitter seem to my faint heart,<br />I take it all unshrinking.<br />My God is tue,<br />Each morn anew.<br />Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart,<br />And pain and sorrow shall depart.<br /><br />Whate'er my God ordains is right,<br />Here shall my stand be taken.<br />Though sorrow, need, or death be mine,<br />Yet I am not forsaken.<br />My Father's care,<br />Is round me there.<br />He holds me that I shall not fall,<br />And so to Him I leave it all.Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-36972856054611722112009-10-13T20:02:00.003-04:002009-10-14T07:07:46.764-04:00VacationI ate like a normal person this past week. A <em>healthy</em>, normal person, but still normal.... plus some Berger cookies and <em>real </em>peanut butter. Also, ice cream.<br /><br />And I'm not going back to the way I was before Tennessee, I tell ya. You can't make me! I won't do it.<br /><br />My refrigerator was empty when I got back, so I went to the store and bought:<br />1 green pepper<br />1 red pepper<br />green beans<br />sweet potato spears<br />apples<br />pears<br />bananas<br /><em><strong>Horizon</strong></em> organic milk (thanks, Uncle Bobby!)<br />Ezekiel bread and tortillas<br />organic pasta sauce<br />organic canned chicken and chicken thighs<br />organic lettuce<br /><br />See? You can't make me. I did it by myself, but I noticed I was a little bit more grumpy leaving the grocery store than I was when I entered it.<br /><br />Come on, digestive system! Fall in!Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457570210401119794.post-47273015181122564292009-10-06T15:24:00.003-04:002009-10-06T15:35:29.073-04:00FallIt's fall break time! Tomorrow, I will be heading down to Tennessee to visit Logan and Laura (Thomas) Abbott and their little girl Aydah. I can't wait to see them! It seems that every time Laura comes to Maryland for a visit, I'm in Virginia. We usually only miss eachother by a couple of days, too. It's such a tease.<br /><br />I'll be with them for 6 days. I can't wait to leave tomorrow, grab a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks (because they're all the rage, and I like to keep up with what's cool), and start my 5-6 hour drive down south. <br /><br />And what's in my bag for this vaca? Why it's each and every season from The Office, of course!<br /><br />The day after I get back from break, I have a Critical Care test over the Respiratory System. By the way, senior year is fantastic! It's much less stressful than last year. Senioritis has also set in. I missed a class today.Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05373164590937234002noreply@blogger.com2