Thursday, June 14, 2007
Man who want pretty nurse, must be patient.
And officially, as of today, that could be me. At least the nurse part. (I might substitute "pretty" for "smokin' hawt", though, in my own humble way) I have passed my boards and have been awarded a license to practice nursing by the Commonwealth of Virginia.
That may clear up to some of you where my bursts of hilarity in blog-form have been lately. Since graduation I have been up to my proverbial eye-balls in review classes, Princeton Review books, flashcards and the like. I wrote lab values, disease etiologies and the developmental stages of children on neon green posterboards and put them in front of the TV so that I was always keeping them in mind. Yeah, the Betrothed loved that. (Though at times I'd yell down, "Hey, what does it say for Hct?" "What does that mean?" "No matter, what does it say for Hct?" ) I took the test yesterday, managed to refrain from spontaneously vomiting on anyone nearby and learned this morning that hey, I really can be taught.
I begin my hospital orientation next week (read: paycheck, sweet sweet paycheck. Checking account, meet paycheck. Yeah, I know it's been a while..) and the following week they set me loose on sick people. Only more for-reals this time. Like for-serious, for-reals. Which is an intimidating thought, but hey. So long as they aren't as sick as the example patients on the state exam, I think I can muddle through it. Hell, I know I can muddle through it.
In the meantime, I have had my employee physical (sick nurse = not so good for hospital..) which included a drug test. Also a good idea. It was my first drug test evah and I think I may have gone in with a little too much newbie enthusiasm. It would seem that my own infatuation with docu-dramas about the squalor of substance abuse may have had the lab tech marking "URGENT" on my urine cup. It went a little something like this:
Lab tech: "So yeah, pee into this cup. Don't set it down, don't flush and don't wash your hands. I'll be outside the door listening."
Me: "That must be an awkward part of your job. So hey, what are you testing for?"
Lab tech: "Cocaine, crack, meth..."
Me: "AWESOME!"
Lab tech: silence
Me: "Uh, I mean, cool that you can test for all that."
I had a little celebratory dinner with my lab partner nursing pal -- who also passed (YEAH!, J, RN!) -- and we were anxiously peering around the restaurant for people who looked like they might choke or go into cardiac arrest and staying away from them -- fearing that we may actually have some sort of legal obligation now to act. That's the spirit!
That may clear up to some of you where my bursts of hilarity in blog-form have been lately. Since graduation I have been up to my proverbial eye-balls in review classes, Princeton Review books, flashcards and the like. I wrote lab values, disease etiologies and the developmental stages of children on neon green posterboards and put them in front of the TV so that I was always keeping them in mind. Yeah, the Betrothed loved that. (Though at times I'd yell down, "Hey, what does it say for Hct?" "What does that mean?" "No matter, what does it say for Hct?" ) I took the test yesterday, managed to refrain from spontaneously vomiting on anyone nearby and learned this morning that hey, I really can be taught.
I begin my hospital orientation next week (read: paycheck, sweet sweet paycheck. Checking account, meet paycheck. Yeah, I know it's been a while..) and the following week they set me loose on sick people. Only more for-reals this time. Like for-serious, for-reals. Which is an intimidating thought, but hey. So long as they aren't as sick as the example patients on the state exam, I think I can muddle through it. Hell, I know I can muddle through it.
In the meantime, I have had my employee physical (sick nurse = not so good for hospital..) which included a drug test. Also a good idea. It was my first drug test evah and I think I may have gone in with a little too much newbie enthusiasm. It would seem that my own infatuation with docu-dramas about the squalor of substance abuse may have had the lab tech marking "URGENT" on my urine cup. It went a little something like this:
Lab tech: "So yeah, pee into this cup. Don't set it down, don't flush and don't wash your hands. I'll be outside the door listening."
Me: "That must be an awkward part of your job. So hey, what are you testing for?"
Lab tech: "Cocaine, crack, meth..."
Me: "AWESOME!"
Lab tech: silence
Me: "Uh, I mean, cool that you can test for all that."
I had a little celebratory dinner with my lab partner nursing pal -- who also passed (YEAH!, J, RN!) -- and we were anxiously peering around the restaurant for people who looked like they might choke or go into cardiac arrest and staying away from them -- fearing that we may actually have some sort of legal obligation now to act. That's the spirit!
# posted by Cathy @ 8:36:00 PM 
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CONGRATS!!! I'm so happy for you (and glad you didn't vomit all over your fellow test takers - saw enough of that with the bar exam, ick)
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