Somebody call a Nurse

 I stayed up past midnight way too many times. I popped M&M's in my mouth, drank diet coke (did I mention i can't stand coffee?) and typed while the rest of the world seemed very quiet. I flipped through powerpoint slides and reviewed chapters upon chapters of disease signs, symptoms and processes. I did good on tests...I did horrible on some tests. I remember early mornings going to clinical at the hospital. I could probably drive to Methodist hospital with my eyes closed. How can you ever know what it will be like to bridge the gap between student and nurse? You can't really. Some days I feel like I was prepared well and other days I'm one minute from a very emotional breakdown....thankfully I haven't had one of those.....yet. Although there was a pharmacist who about sent me over the edge. Really he was interesting (just give me the stinkin meds my patient needs already) what don't they understand about Dr's orders? Anyways I've come to learn a lot. I try to use my critical thinking skills and when those fail me....thank goodness for all the smart nurses I'm surrounded by.

Where most of Derek's "injuries" occur

Derek does a pretty good job at getting cuts, bruises, burns, you name it. You'd think he'd be relieved to be married to a nurse. Well the problem is I'm not a huge fan of blood. *ohmy*. There's something weird about being at work and cleaning a wound and being at home and cleaning a wound. At work I'm in this zone and I know what's expected of me. Then at home I'm like yuck that is gross. Don't worry though, I still hound him about infections etc etc etc. The other night he wasn't feeling good so like a good little nurse I offered him every medication we had in the house. It sounds nice of me until you realize we only have benadryl, dramamine and some ibprofen. Needless to say he said those weren't going to cut it so I thought I'd move on to some non-medication interventions. Including guided imagery, massage, redirection, breathing techniques....*hehe* at that point he gave me a look and told me to go back to bed and that he would be just Fine. I tried though right?! ;) Such is life at the Vollmer household. One nurse. One finance Man.

Have a safe and lovely Winds-day!