So beautiful:
The back has my initials and year of graduation:
Here it is with my senior ribbon:
Sophomore nursing students get blue ribbons to wear on their uniform, juniors get red, and seniors get the red, white, and blue.
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).
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.
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.
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....
Today, LNSA tailgated! We had fun grilling hotdogs and giving out food to LU students and their parents. It's parent's weekend!
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.
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.
