Last clinical, done!
Dec. 1st, 2010 07:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
firefly124Last night was my last clinical shift. W00t! (Also, eek!) Finally got to do 4 patients with meds on 4. Believe it or not, we had a patient shortage this semester that made it very difficult to make sure everyone got enough turns having 3 patients with meds and did 4 at least once.
Sixteen days until pinning.
One more lecture. One more panel. One more pharm exam. One more med sheet. And one more final.
And then of course the NCLEX, which I still don't really understand the registration process for. (The state wants you to file with the testing company first. The testing company wants you to file with the state first. I think I'm going to go with my classmate's suggestion to just mail them both out simultaneously. We actually have a separate online class that should be about getting our heads straight about stuff like this. It's not working.)
But! The point is: light at the end of the tunnel. Possibly not an oncoming train after all. Meep! Starting to apply to the few places that have new grad programs of some sort. The residency I wanted is timed all wrong, though there are rumors they may run another in March, which I'd definitely go for if I haven't found something by then.
Also, because apparently this must always be the case, last night's bit of fannish weirdness.
Most, if not all, of which is entirely in my head. I mean, last semester, it was objectively true that my instructor could be counted upon to utter the name "Harkness" repeatedly at random times throughout the day, with a completely un-fannish context, and yet it made me do a double-take every damned time. (Qualifying it as "Camp Harkness," obviously just made me have to go into a supply closet and laugh hysterically that one time.)
It is also not entirely a product of my own insanity that, during our labor & delivery outrotation 2nd semester, I asked a classmate to remind me of the code to enter the newborn nursery. You know, the sort of thing that is in place to keepaliens random strangers from stealing the babies? And said classmate informed me with a completely straight face that it was 4-5-6, and never mind that the keypad only went to 5. I blame kitsune17 for this, even though she wasn't there, as she's the only classmate, to my knowledge, who would both a) get this joke and b) expect me to get it. Clearly, the classmate who delivered the unusable and completely inappropriate code had no idea why I was looking at her as though she had three heads and was projectile-vomiting magically evaporating slime, but damn if she doesn't do an amazing deadpan.
This semester, however, was blessedly free from any of that. Until last night. Last night's moment of weirdness, however, was definitely entirely a product of my own warped mind. Because, when everyone was trying to decide what the theme for our last night should be, someone started singing, "I Gotta Feeling." My eyes bugged out of my head, because of course what that song evokes for me is this:
It wasn't until someone said the name of the original artist that I remembered it's a bloody cover. *facepalm*
Yes, I'm nuts. I thought we'd already established that?
Sixteen days until pinning.
One more lecture. One more panel. One more pharm exam. One more med sheet. And one more final.
And then of course the NCLEX, which I still don't really understand the registration process for. (The state wants you to file with the testing company first. The testing company wants you to file with the state first. I think I'm going to go with my classmate's suggestion to just mail them both out simultaneously. We actually have a separate online class that should be about getting our heads straight about stuff like this. It's not working.)
But! The point is: light at the end of the tunnel. Possibly not an oncoming train after all. Meep! Starting to apply to the few places that have new grad programs of some sort. The residency I wanted is timed all wrong, though there are rumors they may run another in March, which I'd definitely go for if I haven't found something by then.
Also, because apparently this must always be the case, last night's bit of fannish weirdness.
Most, if not all, of which is entirely in my head. I mean, last semester, it was objectively true that my instructor could be counted upon to utter the name "Harkness" repeatedly at random times throughout the day, with a completely un-fannish context, and yet it made me do a double-take every damned time. (Qualifying it as "Camp Harkness," obviously just made me have to go into a supply closet and laugh hysterically that one time.)
It is also not entirely a product of my own insanity that, during our labor & delivery outrotation 2nd semester, I asked a classmate to remind me of the code to enter the newborn nursery. You know, the sort of thing that is in place to keep
kitsune17 for this, even though she wasn't there, as she's the only classmate, to my knowledge, who would both a) get this joke and b) expect me to get it. Clearly, the classmate who delivered the unusable and completely inappropriate code had no idea why I was looking at her as though she had three heads This semester, however, was blessedly free from any of that. Until last night. Last night's moment of weirdness, however, was definitely entirely a product of my own warped mind. Because, when everyone was trying to decide what the theme for our last night should be, someone started singing, "I Gotta Feeling." My eyes bugged out of my head, because of course what that song evokes for me is this:
It wasn't until someone said the name of the original artist that I remembered it's a bloody cover. *facepalm*
Yes, I'm nuts. I thought we'd already established that?
