nurse life

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Not again!

Well, on tuesday i was sent to bathe this old man who i had really got quite used to. he could not move, walk, talk or eat. he was basically a dead person with a pulse. i was constantly waving flies off him because they would settle on his face. he had a bed sore that reached the bone and i was able to see his nerves. he would never eat but always have copious amounts of diarrhoea. as i was cleaning him, i told my colleague "this dude would be better off dead."

and that night he died.

jesus, this is getting spooky. this has happened to me before but i dont think i can ever really not be a bit weirded-out by the whole affair. for me this is scary shit. i know its not my fault he died. and he was 94...

there is a patient on my ward who simulates idiocy and incapability so he can get the nurses to bed bathe him. when my friend forced this guy to wash himself, when he got to his belly-button he started to giggle in anticipation of being able to progress further down his anatomy. eugh.

well, apart from that my day was relatively normal.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Daydream believer

Because I wish to believe in Daydreams.

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The six o'clock alarm would never ring.
But it rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shavin' razor's cold and it stings.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

You once thought of me
As a white knight on a steed.
Now you know how happy I can be.
Oh, and our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend.
But how much, baby, do we really need.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

tired but content

i had a full day of nursing and lectures today and i am dead. at least it was a very decent day, the amount of shit was minimal and the doctors were too busy arguing amongst themselves to bug me.

for me, that is a very, very decent day. hurrah!

im making bavette with sun dried tomato pesto, should be good. im hungry. and tomorrow i get to wake up late because i dont have clinical practice. Yes, yes.
im smiling. its a tired smile, but nevertheless, a smile.

my lord and my god!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!


i did a test on what religion i would be most suited for and look!!! i am the most devout catholic i know! i bet my man is laughing his head off at this while reading it!


Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Satanism! Before you scream, (too fucking late!) do a bit of research on it. To be a Satanist, you don't actually have to believe in Satan.(really?! I suppose being a satanist means believing in Santa!) Satanism generally focuses upon the spiritual advancement of the self, rather than upon submission to a deity or a set of moral codes. Do some research if you immediately think of the satanic cult stereotype. Your beliefs may also resemble those of earth-based religions such as paganism.

Satanism
83%
Christianity
67%
Islam
63%
Judaism
54%
Paganism
54%
Buddhism
46%
agnosticism
46%
atheism
29%
Hinduism
25%
ok, now i can say i am horribly confused! which am i?

Monday, October 24, 2005

the minstrel


You are the Minstrel, the artistic and introspective personalitys in fantasy. Minstrels can range from court bards to wandering performers willing to play their instruments or sing in any inn they come upon just to earn some money. Minstrels are very creative and are naturally artistic. They are often deep, quiet, and philosophical. Their thoughts and ideas can be very profound. Minstrels usually have a way with words or music. These artists see the beauty around us or delve within themselves and produce something new that is truly wonderful.Color: AzureAnimal: HorseGem: SapphireSymbol: Harp

live journal

ok, for all you live journal users out there, i have decided to start up a live journal account...the content will be exactly the same as this one, but i thought id become more versatile!

http://www.livejournal.com/users/nurse_pica/

sigh. i am a very big nerd.

a little change can do you good


i have decided to chang my profile pic.
before, it was that nauseatingly cute care bear on the right:

Now its a nauseatingly cute little nurse! I proudly present to all of you, Nurse Joy! Woo Hoo!

Sunday, October 23, 2005

A dream that turned into a nightmare

So about 2 nights ago I had a strange dream...I don't remember the exact details, but the fundamental parts are pretty clear.

I was a famous actress about to go to a prestigious award show and I was at the pre-party with my family and my husband who happened to be Brad Pitt with bleached blonde hair. I looked exactly like scarlet johansson except with brown hair.

All of a sudden, this guy emerges from the crowd pointing a gun at my face and my dad said "If you kill her, you have to kill me first!" The guy just pushed him out of his way and shot me to death.

What an awfully weird dream. Any explanations of what it could possibly mean out there?

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Reminds me of my man...

theres this god awful song i know, but there are some lyrics which are so sweet and touching that it makes me think of my man:

We never sleep,
we're always holding hands
Kissing for hours, talking and making plans
I feel like a better man,
just being in the same room
We never sleep,
there's just so much to do
So much to say, can't close my eyes
When I'm with you
Insatiable
The way I'm loving you

Turn the lights down low
Take it off, let me show
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn me on, never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Doctors and nurses



Doctors and Nurses

Well, fourth and final year is in full swing. During clinical practice I feel like one of the qualified staff, I am trusted and I am capable and it feels great. If it was not for the enormous work load, I would be on the high of a life time.

Yet what is really and truly different about final year is the amount of confidence I have gained and I am also very happy to say that I have become very assertive and I do not take anyone’s bull shit anymore. And another thing, something I never really noticed and always thought of as over-dramatised are doctor-nurse relationships. I never really noticed how much we need to interact before I started simulating actual professional practice.

Just last week another student and myself were writing nursing reports when we saw a bunch of third years practice taking each other’s blood pressure. We looked at them with puppy dog eyes and agreed that they were really very cute, the way they were feeling so important in their over-sized lab coats, holding on to their first ever stethoscope and sharing it between them in order to hear that oh so important brachial pulse. I am sure none of them would be so happy and proud if only they knew that the most fungal infections of the ear are transmitted through unsterilised ear-pieces, including headphones and well….stethoscopes. However, only time will tell whether these sweethearts will remain so endearing or will they become the monsters that make it impossible for nurses and doctors to ever be friends.

A few days ago I had a bit of a run-in with a doctor. I was tired and I wanted to go home, something I could not do until I had written all the reports. In order to write the reports, I have to check whether the doctors left any instructions on their files. I spent an hour looking for a file, asking if anyone had seen it and basically panicking because patient files are legal documents. All this time, there was one particular doctor sitting down and yapping about nothing in particular, ignoring my state of peril. When she finally got up, I found out she was sitting on the file the whole goddamn time. I think she farted on it too because it was very warm to the touch. A colleague of mine approached me asking me why I was not ready and I blurted out “Because that COW was SITTING on my FILE!” I was most certainly heard and the doctor has not spoken to me since.

That same day, one of my patients was going into renal failure and I needed to take him up to the Renal Unit as an emergency. As I waited for the lift, it finally came and opened and there was a doctor, ready for theatre, so it seemed, standing in the corner. For some reason the bloody wheel chair did not want to get into the lift. It kept jarring and I became completely neurotic while the doctor just stared the whole time. Then the unthinkable happened- the doors began to close on my patient. I screamed “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” as my finger proceeded towards the lift button. It got there just in time. With some enormous burst of energy I managed to get the wheel chair in the lift, without any help from the doctor with his arms folded. He reminded me of Lurch from the Addam’s Family.

Lurch: “You should have walked in backwards.”

Sheesh! Now he tells me. “I’ll remember that.”

Lurch: “Because the way you did it, you could die and your patient could die.”

I just nodded in disbelief. In other words, this asshole would watch as I accidentally killed myself and my patient. However, his insolence did not stop there.

Lurch: “However, if you die it will not be a problem, I am sure you won’t be missed.”

“Really?” I said, “Well, when you die say hi to Satan for me!” and I walked out, leaving him gaping while I was pleasantly surprised by my own audacity. Woo hoo! Yeay me!

And the tension forever grows. I am not pointing any fingers here. There is fault on both parties’ behalf. There are many nurses out there who are failed doctors, who did not get a particular A level and settled for nursing, thus making them bitter while they suck on sour grapes, forever seething in jealousy. Also there are many doctors who simply think they are better than everyone else in the world and that they are God’s gift to mankind. People depend on doctors to heal them to grant them what everyone wants, which is good health…of course their ego grows and nothing could make a doctor angrier than a lowly nurse sharing in on his glory. It all makes sense really.

I have a lot of friends who are medical students and I wonder if it is possible that one day I’ll end up resenting them. I wonder if I can detach who they are whilst in hospital from their outside and social persona. And I wonder if I will still be able to see them as the genuine people I grew up with.

Not all doctors are nasty. There are some that truly astound me. While working in casualty, a particular doctor actually called me by name on a particular night shift and asked if I would like some coffee. I just stood there as my jaw dropped in shock. I swear, I bet a fly flew in and out again in that time. I politely told him no thanks, but it was lovely of him to offer. That was a totally new experience. It caught me completely off guard. Wow.

Sometimes I begin to wonder whether nastiness is something that grows on doctors when they find it impossible to see the miraculous side of their jobs, when it all becomes mundane and all about the money. I say this because sometimes doctors can be really mean to each other. I heard a horror story from a medical student that during rounds a particular doc asked a student a question she could not answer. He promptly told her to get down on her knees and beg him to pass her. At first she refused but then she realized what was at stake and she tearfully got down on her knees, put her hands together and begged like a beaten dog for a morsel of meat.
I say it once and I say it again, its all relative and one must always tread carefully, lest one treads on another’s toes. My motto is to keep my nose clean, avoid trouble and courteously take nobody’s crap. So as I sit with my student-doctor friends over cocktails I wonder with amusement, which one of the Dr. Jekylls will eventually become a Mr. Hyde?

Image: "Lurch" from the Addam's family

I love harry potter!



Since i am an ardent harry potter fan (and i am also kind of bored) i decided to take a harry potter quiz, and lo and behold, i changed my gender and i am harry! woo hoo. soon the film will be out and im really looking forward however the 7th and final book is what im really waiting for...i am actually going to feel very sad when its all over. i bet it will be like an encyclopedia in length. we'll see.

today was a better day


Finished off some thesis nonsense today therefore i'm pretty much guilt free. went for a walk too. 2moro i have to meet up to discuss a presentation but that is entirely no problem. Nothing particularly funny happened today...my cats behaved themselves. my boyfriend behaved himself. my mother behaved herself. hell, i behaved myself. I guess life can be quite mundane when everyone follows the rules.

sometimes i long for something more exciting, something to keep me looking forward to the next day.

enough of that. which cartoon girl am i most like?


HELGA! the sassy chick from hey arnold. well, she's cool so thats good. lots of people tell me we are quite alike.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

moan moan complain complain

I feel like complaining so here goes, consider yourselves warned:

I have a migraine.
I feel like going out but cant due to said migraine.
I went to school today for no reason whatsoever.
I can't go to work tomorrow in order to do even more work.
Sometimes the people in my course behave like wild animals in the jungle.
I have a thesis to write.
I also have a 2000 wrd assignment to write.
I have to write 2 500-word essays.
I have to give 2 presentations.
I have to pass a course requiring practical exams.
I dont like practical exams.
As part of my teaching and learning credit I have to teach 5 other students a skill they'll never have to carry out in their entire lives.
I am tired all the time.
I am worried three quarters of the time.
I am guilty about not studying enough most of the time.
I secretly feel like I'm a bit of a loser.
Sometimes I feel like just letting go and having fun and getting drunk and dancing on table-tops like Paris Hilton.

Yeah, I said it, like Paris Hilton!

That feels better. ahhh.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

word vomit

I wrote this about a year ago...

The nurse forgets her soul

The first semester of my third year is practically over, just a few exams and I can kiss it good-bye and come to the grave realization that I will soon also have to kiss my student days good-bye aswell. This week we are all required to give in our titles for the thesis, which is yet another reminder that our nursing school is preparing for our departure.

I must say that in two and a half years, nursing has certainly taken its toll on me. In this short while, I have become engulfed by it, its all I ever really want to do with my life. Yet it has not always been this way, at the beginning of my course I honestly thought that I was going to have a nervous break down and that I was wasting my life…that I was and am capable of great things and being elbow deep in diarrhea every day was not one of them. However now I realize that nursing is a great thing when you look at it holistically.

Throughout this course, I have noticed a great change in myself. Sometimes it is not so positive and it really makes me think.

Yesterday I attended a dinner party with some people who were all about ten years older than me. I don’t find that intimidating, not in the least. Yet for some reason I found nothing to say to them. Absolutely nothing. Everyone was talking about books and movies, two subjects I am knowledgeable about and love and yet I could not really find a way of participating. I kept telling myself, Pica, say something! Where is your soul? I just sat there and listened, which is not something I hate doing, but it is very atypical of me. At a point the conversation turned to health care and my ears felt that familiar buzz of the world with which I am most acquainted with and feel at home in, and then I was talking a mile a minute.

On the way back home in the car, that’s when it hit me. Nursing has stolen my soul. It has become much easier to be Nurse Pica than my regular self. When I think about it, it is only natural. After all, whom do I hang around most? Nurses. Where do I spend most of my time? At the hospital. When I’m at home what do I do? Study nursing procedures. When people meet me what do they do? Tell me about their illnesses, their families’ illnesses and how their great aunt had her leg amputated. I can’t seem to escape it.

At the moment I am studying for a few credits in psychology, mainly about Carl Roger’s theory. He believes that people have a real self and an ideal self. The ideal self is how people perceive you, and how one can act in accordance to the way people think you should be. The real self is that person who you know you really are, the underlying factors that really make you tick. The neurotic is that person who has absolutely no congruency between the two. And I am really starting to wonder if I am that person.

A few days ago I was speaking to one of my colleagues and I told him how I managed to grab an audition for an upcoming performance and he was really happy for me. He was telling me about how much hidden talent there was within our course…we have singers, dancers, ballerinas, actors, painters, writers, poets…the works, you name it, we’ve got it. And yet, all we ever see each other as are nurses or competitors for the top grades.

I think it is so important in this profession not to lose who you are. Everyone needs to do a little bit of something extra to keep themselves sane, to give themselves time to reflect and to remember that they are not healing machines. We are constantly being taught to look at the patients as people. Yet nobody ever teaches the nurse not to forget that we are people too.

Hence the reason why I grace you all with Nurse Life. To transpose myself from nurse Pica and have a good, long, hard look at her and turn her from something I’m supposed to be into something I am.

And that something is up to you to decide what it is. Yet only I can ever really know the truth.

With love, nurse Pica (?)

im fine

Today is one of those days when you just want to sit back, drink coffee and eat cookies. Yeah.

Lust



here is a painting of mine, of two indie kids, young and supposedly free, protected from the fires of the world in a small drop of water. but what happens when the liquid hits the flames?

Thursday, October 13, 2005

i have had better days.


I am currently lying down in bed, wearing my nightie and my cardigan like a little old grandma. I am in excrutiating pain due to that lovely thing called womanhood and even though i took a 2 hour bath i still feel filthy and squelchy in my lady-parts. therefore im not feeling my usually happy and optimistic self.

today a doctor was very rude to me. he basically told me if i die nobody will miss me. i told him when he dies, say hi to satan for me.

a patient also beat the crap out of me leaving my arm red and calling me the daughter of a prostitute.

therefore i did this quiz on which winnie the pooh character i am and i came the wise owl, which cheered me up because i always loved Milne's Owl and this character was a mentor of mine while growing up.

im going back to bed now because i'm cramping up like a dehydrated hermit crab.

Monday, October 10, 2005

i loved this


as a rule, i find vegetarianism hypocritical and this proves my point exactly.

this hit a little too close to home....

I empty them at work, i find them on the net...i guess im never truly free.



Sunday, October 09, 2005

2moro, another morning at the new medical ward

i have been assignmed to a new medical ward. its been ok so far, the nursing officer is nice and really stands up for student rights...quite a switch.

however, i dunno whats up with the patients but they shit way too much. and they are all over 70. here is thursday's experience:

Me: hi cindy! would you like me to help u wash?
Cindy: yes, yes. i made plop plop!
Me: oh that is no problem! we all have to do at some point during the day!

So I washed cindy's face and then i withdrew her bed sheet. there was shit from her shoulders down to her toes. how the hell did she manage that? did she somesault in her own dung after she produced it? did she use it as some kind of body scrub?

Move over nancy drew, nurse pica is out and about. such are the mysteries that plague my existance.

Elsa


after a hard day atthe ward, this loveable creature comes to greet me! this little cat is 12 yrs old, which is very apt since i only ever really get to deal with old women. elsa is my little old lady, my pal and my confident.

Some funny things that have happened to elsa:

1. my friend asked to marry her
2. she coughs up fur balls so large that they resemble lakes
3.she ate my father's garlic plant and whenever she would utter a "meow" she would emit the most foul smelling breath imaginable.
4. she once caught a bird and set it at my feet (it was still alive)
5. she sleeps on my nurse uniform and i go around hospital all day with furry bits all over my tunic
6. she has a beard

well, that's elsa for ya!

Thursday, October 06, 2005

which polyhedral am i?


You are the rare, the overlooked, yet incredibly useful dodecahedron: the d12. You are a creative, romantic soul. You often act without thinking, but make up for your lack of plans with plenty of heart. You easily solve problems that stump others, but your answers tend to put you into even deeper trouble. You write long, detailed backgrounds for all your characters, and are most likely to dress up as one or get involved in cos-play. You can be silly at times and are easily distracted by your own day dreams, but are at the end of the day you're someone who can be depended on.

hmmm...pretty accurate.

typical banter in my house


That cat pictured left, named Nero, is the most ill-behaved creature to roam the planet.

however, he does trigger the funnier conversations in this household:

tonight i made pizza and left it out for my dad and sis. my bro and i retreated to our respective rooms for the evening, while my mother remained in our dining room/living area playing internet games. suddenly she bellows:

"THE CAT IS EATING THE PIZZA!"

my brother and i let my mum handle it.

"THE CAT IS EATING THE PIZZA!" she screamed again.

My brother in an exasperated tone shouts back.
"JUST DEAL WITH IT THE BEST YOU CAN!"

from my bed room i then hear my mother's voice telling the cat: "Rude boy...get off the table please! How naughty! Really!"
And he simply hopped off, without fuss.

What do i conclude? That my mum can reason with the cat better than she can with my siblings.

the final frontier

This is it. It has come upon me. My final year as an undergrad. It has been a long and hard summer, in fact I did not stop for a minute, what with working in mental health and casualty and in an old age home and juggling my thesis in the midst of it all, I hardly had a minute to myself. However I have no regrets. When I am not busy I get bored. So one thing is for certain, I was never EVER bored.

I have just had my first day back, and even though I only hung around for three hours I was exhausted. There was so much to take in. I felt bombarded with information regarding my thesis. The crux of it all was that most of it has to be ready by the 10th of October. We were told all this yesterday, 3rd of October. Now I had nothing to worry about because I am a nerd and I got everything ready beforehand. However I could not say the same for my colleagues.

When the news was broken to us, it was bedlam. Girls were getting hysterical, faces turned pale. The lecturer in charge did not know how to cope so she basically just ploughed through the madness, in regular form.

Yes, I was back at nursing school and of course, nothing had changed. The familiarity of it all, the amount of confusion and none of us knowing what is going to happen next. But hey, its home.

I hooked up with my regular posse of friends before we got into the lecture hall. It was hugs and kisses all around, we had not seen each other in ages. The more spirited one of the group confided in me:

“This year I’m really going to study. I’m going to be a nerd.”
I just gave her a look. “You say that every year.”
“Yeah, I know,” she replied, “but this year I really mean it.”

You say that every year too, I thought to myself but thought it wiser not to put down anyone’s morale so early in the game. Having a good group of friends by your side always improves any bleak situation and the more idiosyncratic they are, the more you can realize that at the end of the day, it really is all just a game and that nobody is some study or work machine. It pays to keep everything in perspective and not to get carried away with the hype and the fuss that will surround me 75% of the time.

Obviously, along with the friends in my course, there are also the assholes one has to deal with, the know-it-alls, the Florence Nightingale reincarnates or so they believe. The ones who feel they have nothing else to learn. God, they irritate the living crap out of me. But part of being a nurse is acceptance of others and learning how to deal with those who get on your tits. And believe you me, there are so many of those that they could practically crush one’s sternum.

However, there are only a few months left and then its all done, all over. But I know I won’t miss it. The time has come to move on to bigger and better. I simply hope I get there.