A little of this, a little of that

So my life has been a crazy mess for the last week. Last Monday I worked 7a-730p, had a job interview at 2p and started classes at Ohio University and Sinclair. I found out that my Sinclair class had due dates of Friday mornings at 0800...well, I had class Tuesday and worked my 12's on Thursday and Friday which gave me one day to get a weeks worth of work done. I don't know how I did it, but I did! I'm now slowly progressing through week 2. My NSG course at OU is pretty straightforward-I'm sure Amber will be pleased to know that.

On the upside, I knew in the interview that I had the job. And it became official by Wednesday morning. :0)

So, in about a week I'll be starting my position on 6SAC (6 South Advanced Care)...on nights. Dun dun dun!! I'm nervous about getting sleep during the day but I suppose it'll all work out, it'll just take time. You can do anything for a year, right? And the extra pay will surely be nice. The plan is to work every Saturday and Sunday night and then a Wednesday or Thursday. That's even more money. Gotta get a new car!!

Mommy Update:
Austin finally came out of Terrible Two's to enter the even more Terrible Three's. He has decided that "I don't care" is his favorite phrase...after, only, "You want a piece of me, Punk?!" Which I have no clue where he got that from. He can also spell his name and he can count to 36. Do not prompt him to count higher because he will get mad and ask you the above mentioned new favorite phrase. Well, either one of them really. Funny story though: We were out to dinner with grandma and as soon as we got there, I took him to the bathroom. We were getting ready to leave and some how according to Eric's logic, it was my turn (??? can someone explain that one to me???) again. So I tried to take him. He stops in front of me, puts his hands up and says "NO! Just my Gamma take me!" Alrighty then. Gamma takes him and she comes back giggling and all I can think is OMG, what did he do now? She says that he didn't want to go potty but wanted to play in the sink so she decided to go while he washed his hands. As she turned to sit on the toilet, Austin turned and said "OH GAMMA! What a big butt you have!!" And then went back to washing his hands. So now my mother in law is known as Gamma with the big butt. Kids say the darndest things, right? (I swear, I did not prompt him to say bad things about his grandma!!)

Ryan is doing well in school. His teacher thought maybe he didn't like her because he's always so serious. She was quite worried, because she really likes him and tries to do special things for him because he is always so good and he does everything he's supposed to do. So when she has to move his boat (their warning signs, like getting your name put on the board) she has a tough time with it. And Ryan remembers everything anyone has ever said to him. He still talks about how I put him in time-out one time and he didn't even do anything. Well, at the time I didn't know that and I apologized later but I guess I need to apologize for the rest of my life. I thought he was doing so much better. Eric and I joke a lot but Ryan always has taken things so seriously. He's finally started joking back and saying stuff like, "I know you're just kidding me." It's been a lot of fun. Ryan is on Spring Break this week-I'm taking him to day care tomorrow so I can catch up on school work and then he's staying home with me all day Thursday and going to Grandma and Papa's house on Friday. He's pretty excited. He's also quite excited about becoming a soldier. It's all he talks about. He's only 6. And this soldier kick isn't going away, it's already been here for two years.

A good reminder of why I love being a nurse:
Holding my patients' hands. It's the best feeling in the world. Not just for me either, but for them. It's not for every patient; but for those who benefit from it, it makes all the difference in the world to them. A lot of times, it's the older female who needs it most. They are very scared and feel so out of control. Just sitting down and talking to them does a lot. I can't do it with every patient and I can't do it every day. But if I feel like my patient really needs it, then I deal with the consequences of trying to catch up. Charting vitals every hour is not what is best for my patient, but making sure they are safe and comforted is. How's this for the day from hell: 4 patients and three of them have MRI's that day-one at 0830 (I get report at 0730) and the other at 1000. The third has not been scheduled and I have to complete the questionnaire. Along with a patient with discharge pending physical therapy (and a few other minor details), 0800 assessments and morning meds. The phone never stopped ringing and my pending d/c patient was not very nice. But I did it. I made it through the day. And without pulling my hair out. Woot! And I still had time to stop and answer her questions and hold her hand while she cried. Man, I love this job. Or is it profession? Question of the week for NSG class last week-is nursing a profession or job? What is the distinction and why?

Well, I had planned on writing some of my paper but it's almost done anyway so I think I'll spare myself tonight and finish it up tomorrow morning. Guess I'll read my Sookie Stackhouse book instead. Finally on book 6! Gotta hurry up cause book 9 is coming out this month and book 10 will be out in May. They are easy reads and a great way to get my mind off the rest of this crazy world.