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navigating through nursing school
I’ve been gone a long time, I know. Things have been nuts, and I wasn’t sure for a little while of the safety of my place in school, for various entirely non-academic reasons that were really pretty scary. As a result, my blogging kind of shut down, as I couldn’t find myself thinking positively or even able to think about it at all. Now, though, as the semester is coming to an end and I at least know I can stay where I am in nursing school, all I have to contribute is this ridiculous old advertisement.
Pepsi-Cola when forced fluids are indicated.
In your fluid requirements taken by mouth,
Pepsi is pleasing and refreshing to the patient.
Pepsi-Cola is unexcelled in quality. Today’s
Pepsi, reduced in calories, is light, never too sweet.
Rx: Pepsi ad libitum
And I thought all those old Thorazine ads were something else, but this really takes the cake. I collect vintage ads, so I know that in the 1950s Thorazine was supposed to fix everything under the sun and was a great idea to give to the tempestuous older adult. But I had no idea that Pepsi was so wonderful for fluid volume depletion! I didn’t know it wasn’t too sweet, either, because my diabetic patients often complain about it! Pepsi is the answer to medical demand?! I’ve got to start talking to the places where I do my clinicals. Nobody uses this method! I wonder how they missed it?
Seriously, though, I have a wonderful vintage ad collection, and should really consider posting some of the medical ones more often just to look back on them. This one, though, really is the most ridiculous I’ve ever seen, which is why I was suddenly spurned to post it. It beats out all the former uses for Lysol, too.
So I was all set to write about yesterday morning’s pre-first-day-of-clinical mishap (because my life is a series of anecdotes about mishaps; I’ve yet to have anything notable to say about any of my actual classes except for a couple of amusing quotes from professors) as soon as I got a chance to write anything at all when this past hour happened and dictated that I write this down first before I forget it.
Last night, it snowed. This is something of no consequence to where I live. I live in a place where serious winter weather happens as often as it doesn’t in Florida, and to about that extreme. Between December and February the average outdoor temperature is 9º Fahrenheit. It snows daily. Today when I went outside at 10:15 the large bank thermometer was reading 15º. It snowed about four inches, and to someplace where everything is always open, regardless of the ridiculous blizzard or whatever, I didn’t even think to check my student e-mail before leaving. Who closes a school when there’s only four inches of snow? This is a school that was still going for the first two days into a disastrous ice storm a few years ago that left several entire counties without power and left me fleeing to my parents’ 150 miles south for about four days. (If that identifies my school to you just from that one statement, I’m not actually surprised in the slightest.) It literally had not occurred to me at all that school might be closed. Snow hasn’t equated to “day off” in my head since high school. This college never closes. Snow meant “I have to be ready to leave earlier than usual because I have to sweep snow off my car, isn’t that a pain”. I complained about the having-to-sweep-off-the-car issue, got ready to go and went outside.
The major road I live on was, miraculously, plowed. I’ve had to go to school on days when said road had not been even slightly plowed and today it was mostly clear; this indicated the rest of the drive would be smooth sailing. And it was! Until I got to school, where in trying to turn down the road that led to the parking garage, my car slid up and down a few times in a giant slush-drift. I switched it into the lowest possible gear and rocked back and forth a little bit, discovered there was no way I was getting into the garage as it involved going up a hill that was covered in about 3 inches of dirty snow, attempted to drive around the school on roads that were also not plowed (on school property) and realized that it seemed that the parking lots were not only not plowed (they clearly had smooth, white snow in them) but that the parking lots were entirely empty.
That was when I realized perhaps not checking my e-mail before I left had been a major oversight.
It simply hadn’t occurred to me that the school that is open when no one has plowed the major interstate that 50% of students at least use to get there might have closed when all the highways and expressways were clear.
So I drove all the way around to the main parking lot, which had a few cars in it (likely all maintenance staff, I figured, and later found out I was mostly correct – a couple may have been teachers) and was still basically covered in pristine snow, found a spot I could pull close enough to the building to that I would be able to get Internet signal, pulled out my trusty 9.1″ computer, prayed I would actually get wireless signal and opened my email, propping the computer up against the steering wheel.
Where I found not one but four emails, the first of which was sent at 5:31 am, indicating that the school would be closed until noon because they didn’t have plow service before then (my reaction: what? You’re open when the roads aren’t even plowed yet because you always have plow service). My one class today was scheduled to end at noon. The clock on my car read 10:44.
Putting away the computer, I realized there was no way I was going to be able to easily get out of where I had pulled the car in. Just because that section of the lot had a clear access road didn’t mean the rest of it wasn’t, well, snow. And I had ended up about halfway in the snowdrift created by the plow that cleared the access road. Switching the car between its lowest gear and reverse about five times, slowly rocking back and forth until I could reverse the car and drive in a circle to make it back to the access road, where another car pulled in just as I was trying to pull out, so I had to reverse back into the snowdrift for a second and force my way out of it again.
While doing that, my low fuel light came on.
Which is what I’m currently using as my computer is still packed away in a bag from having been visiting with my parents. I knew if I didn’t update about this now I would never do it ever – this day was quite something.
After departing for the 3 hour drive home at 6am, I was tired when I finally got to my apartment, but as the semester is about to begin there were some things I had to get done right away: be sure the order for my new glasses was in, get my clinical assignment and pick up my textbooks.
The glasses went off without a hitch, but when I got to the clinical assignment part I found a problem: I was given evening shift. Which wouldn’t be a problem if it weren’t for that pesky 4pm language class! I had forgotten the golden rule of “leave your whole clinical day open, you don’t really know your times until it’s begun.”
So there was some frantic switching around of classes until I got into a different sign language section – that has left me with a Wednesday from Hell even longer than last semester’s (no breaks between some pretty intensive courses and labs, 10am to 5pm – in that time I usually have three meals, being a six-meal-a-day person) but at least I got in at all and the books were the same so I hadn’t wasted that prepack order and won’t be losing the credits.
Just as I thought everything had worked out okay, I bit into the snack I had purchased in the bookstore and heard the horrible crack of one of my back molars breaking.
I spit the piece out. It’s in my refrigerator, just in case.
The dentist (who I have spoken to, I’m not an idiot I swear I called him – funny, I’ve been hiding from dentists for three years and now I keep needing one, I had a bunch of work done earlier this month) isn’t open until Monday.
School opens Monday.
This semester is going to be wonderful.
As after yesterday’s post, I looked at the available class seats for that one class I still needed (or I would lose my entire course schedule), and miraculously found that there was one (and exactly one) seat available that fit perfectly into my schedule.
Unfortunately that means that my Mondays begin at 6:30 am and end at 10:35pm, but that’s what I get. It’s not so bad.
Of course, then I was dumb and went to get my Nursing I manual bound so I didn’t have to put it in a binder … and now have a nice, professionally-bound manual that has all of my lab sheets bound permanently to the back of it. Sigh. I don’t want to have to have it bound again (it’s very nicely done and was only $3; Staples, I will never doubt you again!) but getting the pages out is somewhat of a difficult task. It’s a good thing Boyfriend has a rotary cutter, I guess.
Some days I just don’t know what to do with myself. Usually I sit on doing things for ages and meticulously plan. Today I decided I’d just go out and get something done … so of course the something was something that ended up not being the best move ever.