Random Pictures from Tucson Activities

Risa stopped to visit on her way from TX to Vegas . I showed her (and Keri as she had just moved here) the prettiest place I found in Tucson thus far - Windy Point on Mt. Lemmon.


Karen came to visit the next weekend so I took her to Mt. Lemmon too.


Fabio (flying) and Trevor attempting Superman as grown men. Rather humorous for us, not so much the downstairs neighbors.


Keri and I with our new bikes. No bikes locks so we had to keep them inside for a while besides I wanted to play with the timer on my camera.

Thursdays

I love Thursdays. I always secretly have. Unlike Friday, there is no expectation that you will go out or Saturday when you feel compelled to do chores. Thursday is all about anticipation. On Thursday you always think, "Yea, tomorrow is Friday and the weekend! I can survive this heinous week!"

Then nursing school struck and even surviving through Friday from the distance of Thursday seemed impossible.

But then Vulnerable Populations happened. I don't want to curse myself but since completing the killer classroom portion of this semester in early February and then panicking and finishing all my assignments early (yes, I am a complete nerd and that is why I am in two (2) honor societies) I seem to have lots of free time.

It's very strange.

I've read several novels (mostly mindless, just in case I need the brain power elsewhere), have begun attending church activities, have invited people over, played Guitar Hero on school nights, have pondered what hobbies I used to enjoy and might want to pick up again but probably shouldn't because I have no money, and most shockingly, have gone days without reading anything even remotely nursing related. All this makes me nervous. Of course without real stress I must invent some. So I wonder, should I start studying for the NCLEX or go back to my novel. At least for tonight the novel wins.

Oh, don't worry, I'm still working hard and loving the work. Had a delightful patient today. She's in her 90's and still cruisin'. Reminded me of Grandparents. I had almost complete responsibility for her - my nurse was busy making sure one of her other patients didn't escape - so I felt like a real nurse. Especially when I figured out I needed to unclamp the IV before trying to flush it and that abdominal pain of unknown origin is sometimes just gas. It's good to feel like a complete idiot at least once a day. I generally shoot for twice. Yea, I definitely love this.

Bad, bad blogger

I always make these promises to myself that I will blog, I will email, I will call and then I get home from clinical and, well, I move into a comatose state that lasts until bedtime.

So what have I been up to?

I went home over Spring Break (which is a wonderful thing for all my fellow BYUers that never got one). I spent most of my time with my fabulous nephews and niece (sadly Rebecca was in TX). I jumped on a trampoline. Yes, that was an event. Remember the knee surgery - I'm scared to run across the street much less jump on a tramp. Good thing I love my nephews so much! It was great fun. I fell in love with Guitar Hero and Rock Band. It was a great vacation.

I got home and jumped back into clinical. I was in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU), which I loved but I just don't think it has all the action I'm looking for and I would have to work nights indefinitely. So I'm still set on the ER. I spent a day in the Children's ER last week and really enjoyed that so maybe that will be an option. I started an IV on a kid - super scary! I thought I was keeping my visible panic in check but then the mom asked me, "Are you nervous?". If I wasn't before I am now!!!

Now I'm in my Multi-system Failure rotation so I'll go from ICU to CCU to Cardiac Step-down to ER. I've had some time in the ICU now and let me just say, for the record, if anyone ever does that to me I will haunt you forever!! We can do some pretty impressive things to keep people alive but I wonder, should we? Some of the patients I've seen, let's just say I wrote a whole rant about it but just deleted it due to confidentiality but there are some major ethical issues going on. I don't think the ICU is going to be the place for me. Too many opportunities to tell people what I really think. Oh, and if I'm going to tell people what to do - get an advanced directive or a living will and a medical power of attorney (please note, if you're concerned about mental illness you need a separate document naming a mental health power of attorney). Document what you want so your neurotic, grief-stricken family doesn't have to make those choices for you. And please, for crying out loud, see a doctor once in a while. Not seeing one doesn't make the problem go away it just makes it less solvable. OK, I think I'm done ranting.

It is a pretty exciting place though. I got to practice some exciting skills and, I AM A ROCK STAR! I do love my job.

I'd write about my social life but there isn't much to report. I got a PlayStation 2 so we've had people over to hang out and play. I've been making an effort to get to know people in this ward and while my first impressions were a little disappointing, I'm finding some great people. This weekend, hopefully, I'm going flying with a friend. I wonder if he'll let me fly the plane. I have had one lesson. Later this month I'm going to the single adult conference in Huntington Beach. I'm trying to keep an open mind but I'm preparing myself to find the humor in it. I promise to report.

That's about all. I have to get to bed - we're practicing mock-codes tomorrow. Yea.