We opened the semester with a math test. Turns out that we needed to pass the test in order to pass meds to patients this week. Makes sense… if we had jacked up our test we have no business calculating the pills that will go into a patient.

The next two days are in the hospital. On day one we are just doing total care for one patient for the purposes of continued orientation and for the instructor to have a little more ease in juggling all 10 of us. I had a very sweet woman who is dealing with an ailment I’m familiar with due to family history. It was nice for her not to have to explain her life story to me and just chill out while I took care of her. On the next day I was passing her meds, so I guess that meant I passed my test!

It’s dark in the morning when we arrive at the hospital. The instructor has asked that we wait for each other before walking the block to the hospital. Don’t walk alone. I had timed my arrival so I get there at the same time as the 3rd BFF, who assured me she’d be there at a certain time. Instead the remaining BFFs were and as soon as they saw me park, they high-tailed it out of the lot for the hospital. Can you even believe that? I waited a few minutes and another student arrived, so we walked together. I was on my unit 30 minutes by myself, which means that I woke up a half hour too early. And when you wake up at 4am, YOU WANT THAT EXTRA 30 MINUTES. I was pretty pissy that day as you can imagine.

At the end of the day I got my act together and out of there ASAP because I was tired and had more work for the next day. Everyone else seemed to stay put. And guess what? They all got busted the next morning for invading the space of the night shift students. That was sweet. I had a GREAT day after that. It’s the little things that keep me going.