Five and a half years after applying to my program.
It's been a long time since I even remembered I had a blog, let alone read it (and it's not as embarrassing as I thought it was gonna be). But one month into nursing school and I already have hundreds of pages to read and what feels like millions of details and concepts to learn every week and thus I'm already starting to procrastinate and I ended up back here!
To sum up the last few years: I got my CNA, got scared of working in nursing homes,
(Tangent- when I went to get my associates degree for medical assisting, the counselor told me I also qualified to get an associates in english and community health, I figured why not. Now that I have just started working towards my fourth associates degree, I wish I would have politely declined those two freebies. Getting an extra associates degree feels like raising it to an exponent of 0.)
I worked as a float in a pretty busy medical clinic, and I enjoyed it! I got to see and learn a ton of cool things (thoracentecis, cutting moles off peoples bodies, cutting skin tags off old mens balls). I quit six months ago to dick around in Europe for three months, and then get in an additional three months of doing absolutely nothing before nursing school started. Do I have regrets about the choices I made leading up to nursing school? Yes and no. Sure it would have been way smarter to work as a CNA, or really just to work anywhere the last six months (turns out if you don't have a job, no one pays you, and maybe when youre in nursing school you can't work so much and now youre broke, whodathunk), but at least I know how to give injections and take vitals- which together constitute one whole day of my nursing school education!
So here's to blogging again- and hopefully salvaging what little brain power I have left to re-learn how to spell, not write exclusively in run-on sentences, and maybe learn how to not kill people as a nurse!
