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[06 Mar 2008|11:47am] |
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This semester is a little weird in that after Spring Break, we start an entire new block of patho with a new clinical. It was REALLY nice to only have half a semester of a class. I wish they'd do that with more classes. It makes it more palatable knowing you're almost at the end. I had my evaluation yesterday for my clinical course. My group of 9 students had 2 professors because our clinical had more Austin ISD rotations than any other clinical. Every Tuesday we went to our school and worked under a nurse. Then on Saturdays we went to Dell Children's Hospital which is the new Children's Hospital in Austin. It is BEAUTIFUL. It looks like an art museum. There are awesome toys and art work and almost an exhibit type of thing as you walk in the door - it's this giant, musical ..I don't even know what to call it but these balls fall from level to level and make little singing noises. They have awesome toys in all the waiting rooms, a fish tank in the ER waiting room with beautiful fish and they even have a Barbie jeep in one of the waiting rooms downstairs. It is just wild. They have "healing gardens" all around the hospital and there's this giant water ball outside..it's sort of a fountain ball and you can touch it and it spins and moves. They really tried to make it not so awful to be at the hospital.
I really enjoyed my rotation there. I finally feel like I'm headed in the right direction, or headed in a direction at all. I've known my general interests - ICU, anesthesia, perhaps becoming an NP in the future... But when I went to clinicals before, I felt like my years as a nurse before I pursued a masters or higher degree would be kind of just a means to an end. Something I had to trudge through just to get to where I was going. But when I went to my clinicals at Dell, I was SO inspired! I just LOVED it there even on just the ordinary oncology unit. I HATE the adult oncology unit! How could I love this so much? I was so so so surprised. It is AMAZING working with children, I absolutely LOVE it. I especially loved my time in the NICU. I could definitely see myself working on any of the units I visited.
But onto the evaluation. This is where your professor, or in my case two professors, give you constructive criticism while they go through all of your paperwork and skills they observed you doing throughout the semester and tell you your grade. I was scared by the time I was waiting outside the room because I REALLY wanted an A. There's a GIANT list of "A behaviors" posted in our syllabus at the beginning of the semester. There's also a list of "B" an "C" behaviors... I'll post it sometime, it's crazy. Anyway..there's a lot to keep in mind when you want an A. I was afraid of finding my niche and getting a below outstanding grade in that area and subsequently feeling like maybe that area wasn't for me. So I walked in and one of my professors went on and on about how wonderful my Critical Care Episode was - we had a few of these throughout the semester and it's just a report we turned in based on a critical event we experienced. It details our assessment, interventions and then we evaluate the outcome and ourselves on how we handled the event. She told me that she could tell how much I'd learned by that report. I'll tell the story of the best one in a different entry because I don't want anyone happening across this journal who might know the child and be able to tell based on the details. My other professor told me how great my Nursing Process Report and concept map were. She wanted to keep my concept map as an example which was a HUGE compliment. They told me that they appreciated students like me who were "there," who wanted to learn, who were excited to experience things, who gave them feedback and came to talk to them about things in clinical, who were compassionate and always busy at clinical and never had to be prompted. I was so flattered because this is how I WANT to come across. I WANT people to know that I'm that compassionate nurse who will be your advocate. I will know my stuff, I will listen to you and I will make sure you are treated appropriately. They said the nursing field will be lucky to have me :).
So I got an A and I was super happy about it :). It was hard work - especially getting up at 5 on Saturdays to drive 1/2 an hour and take care of kiddos all day, but it was the best experience I've had so far. As of now, I really see myself as a pediatric nurse of some sort and I can't wait.
Now watch me totally change my mind by the end of the semester, lol.
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[17 Dec 2007|04:04am] |
If I hear about one more guy reading that book or apparently there's some show affiliated with "The Game" I am going to hunt Ty down and beat his ass.
I am holding HIM personally accountable for the recent burst of self-esteem in some of the nasty guys I've encountered. I couldn't stand him when I knew him and he's even more of an ass now that I don't. What a loser. I bet somehow he's incorporated the story of taking 3 women on a cruise and used it to heighten his success. Is it true? No. But he'll continue to spew his version of the story which he could've only gotten after taking what happened and bouncing it off of a russian spy satellite and 3 fun house mirrors until it's warped to the point of "didn't even happen." Ugh. I just still remember all the pictures he took of our butts. The sicko. And then he told that guy we were his 3 girlfriends. I was ready to kick some serious ass.
But guys are actually buying into this shit. It is UNBELIEVABLE.
And of course Ex-Sleaze read the book (the Realtor, who else?). He told me that if we'd met at a club, rather than buying me a drink he would've said "what? you're not hot enough to get me and your friends free drinks?" I told him it was a very good thing for him that we didn't meet at a club, bc I would've walked away and bought my own drink. And in all honesty I didn't like him that much when I met him initially. So I probably wouldn't have LET him buy me a drink. He grew on me. Like a fungus. He was just so NICE. At first. Anyway. Too bad we didn't meet downtown. He would've lasted 20 seconds.
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| GROOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSS |
[23 Apr 2007|02:02pm] |
OHMYGOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EWEWEWWEEWEWEWENASTYGROSSOMFGI'MGONNATHROWUP!!!!!!
I looked outside to check on my roommate's dogs in the backyard and Kirby, the one who usually sleeps with me, had something in his mouth! IT WAS THE HEAD OF A SQUIRREL. AND THEN HE WANTED TO COME IN THE HOUSE! I told him to drop it and he did, but he dropped it too close to the crack of the door I was speaking to him through. AND THEN I HAD TO SEE NASTY SQUIRREL INSIDES. AND IT STILL HAS AN ARM ATTACHED!!!!!!! I screamed.
He's staring at me through the window of the door, squirrel head STILL in mouth. I don't think he's going to let it go so easily. DISGUSTING.
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[30 Oct 2006|11:35am] |
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I went to a Halloween party on Friday. And got wasted. I needed that. But I don't want to drink for a while again..or even HEAR the words "jello shot" for a VERY long time.
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| Birds are the new squirrel |
[24 Oct 2006|11:11pm] |
I never minded birds. Liked them even. Until my driveway was COVERED in them. They HANG OUT in my driveway. Gaggles of birds hang out in the driveway. And I hate them. More than squirrels.
I'll explain about the squirrels. Squirrels are pests. Nasty, disease-carrying little creatures. I'll admit they're cute. Well..I'd call them impish before regarding them as "cute" - implying some kind of innocence they DO NOT have. Furthermore, they're rude. One little furry bastard used to THROW pine cone pieces at my dog whenever the opportunity became availabe. Deliberately. He aimed.
Anyway..back to the birds. I recently had my car cleaned. And detailed. It was expensive. But I figured that my poor little car has rarely gotten a bath in the last 5 years under my dictatorship (in which many abuses have taken place - cokes 'sploding etc.). So I decided to go ahead and bite the bullet. And it looked fabulous. I almost thought that perhaps I wouldn't want to get rid of it as soon as I was thinking..but then I remembered the cloth seats, lack of sunroof, and most importantly the 4-cylinder engine (the bane of my existence). Never again will I own a car with less than a v-6.
I cringed when I pulled into the driveway and noticed the bird party that I apparently wasn't invited to. They are all over the place all the time. ON MY CAR even. They have no shame.
Needless to say, there is already birdpoop (yes, it's a compound word) on my car.
Does anyone have a gun?
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[18 Oct 2006|03:03am] |
My father passed away on Friday.
He will be dearly missed.
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| Don't be a douchebag |
[22 Jun 2006|10:14am] |
I love myspace. I found this guy who feigned being my friend several months ago but was really just trying to get in my pants. He got MAD AT ME b/c I wouldn't have sex with him. MAD! He tried to ARGUE with me about it!
So I found the douchebag on MYSPACE of all places. And he bikes so he's in this ridiculous PINK biking outfit and gear. So I've been laughing at him and showing my friends b/c they've heard the story but haven't seen the guy. (see, this is what happens when you're a douchebag - you get a bunch of girls laughing at you. don't be a douchebag.) Anyway, I was showing another friend, a guy, and he looked up the pink outfit and found out that it was part of a team. So here he was:
Friend: "Oh...you're gonna feel bad."
Me: "Why would I feel bad?"
Friend: "Because he's part of a team that bikes for cancer."
***NEWSFLASH for those who don't know, that's how my mom died***
Me: "SO? He LIKES to ride his bike. He'd be doing it for FREE otherwise. That's not a sacrifice! That'd be like me eating chocolate for cancer!!!"
I mean, really. Give me a damn break. He's only pretending to be a decent guy. Get over it.
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[20 Jun 2006|06:09pm] |
| People Envy Your Compassion | 
You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.
People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them. |
I like the little brown kitty.
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[18 Jun 2006|09:06pm] |
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One of my friends on myspace posted a bulletin that included this... It made me laugh:
Nobody cares about threats over the internet.
Don't try to act hardcore with the keyboard.
Fighting online is like racing in the special olympics;
even if you win, you're still retarded.
And it's so true. I'm so tired of running across people who act SO BITCHY, but you know they wouldn't be NEARLY as aggressive irl. People will say the bitchiest things when they don't actually have to face you. I just really don't see the point. I mean, I know I don't care. It just makes you look like you take yourself way too seriously. It's the internet. Get a life.
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[16 Jun 2006|11:01pm] |
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Dear Neighbor,
I love ya man..but I'm not going to miss your car when you move. I mean, again..it was really nice for you to fix my headlight..but I almost feel like I earned it. Everytime you start that mf car in your garage, my WHOLE APARTMENT (or at least the living room) vibrates. I'm experiencing this more b/c I'm home a little more now that UT is done sucking my soul dry for the semester. I have to admit that I was secretly happy when your car was broken last week. Yes, I realize that makes me a heartless bitch.
I just don't see why you have to start it so many times a day. I promise, it doesn't make any of us think your penis is any bigger than we otherwise would.
Your shaken, not stirred neighbor,
Me
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[13 Jun 2006|03:48pm] |
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Today did NOT go as planned. That's ok..everything worked out.
Melissa came over for a bit (she lives in my apt. complex) and Rambo went CRAZY over her. Don't get me wrong, he's normally a show off, but he did something a little different this time. First, he played hard to get. I've never seen him do that. He ran up to her and then ran away. Then when she started to stand back up he got up onto the back of the chair right next to the entrance way and let her pet him. He continued to show off, do little summersaults, purr, meow, rub on her etc. It was hilarious. Far funnier with her than with anyone I've seen him with. He's such an attention whore. He sure didn't get it from me. :)
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| Catch All |
[07 Jun 2006|08:32pm] |
Comment with anything that you want on this entry, and post it anonymously. A secret, a confession, a fear, a love, your opinion about me -- anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Then put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say.
And wouldn't it be cool if you all did it? I think so.
If you post something weird or scary, I have to say I'll probably delete it. Just so that you don't scare my friends :). They'd worry. I'm pretty sure IP logging is off. Feel free to call me on it if you catch it before I do.
This is effing up my friends' views of my journal b/c I have to backdate everything. So sorry, you'll have to scrounge around to find this entry.
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[06 Jun 2006|07:05pm] |
A Friendly Reminder To All Cats:
Some of you cats aren't "representing." I don't want to name names, but a few of you are being WAY too easy on your humans. We can't have that. Pretty soon humans will think they can have more than one cat or a cat AND a dog. And we all know how much we hate sharing our humans with dogs. So, just a few notes to remember in order to keep your humans miserably irritated.
1. Refuse to drink out of your water bowl. When filled, promptly knock it over. If you can knock it over onto a wood floor while no one is around, this is preferable. Insist upon drinking out of a free-flowing faucet.
2. Meow around as though you want something. Meow by your food bowl. Meow by the faucet that you like to drink out of. Meow by your toys. Meow by the door. Each time your human tries to fulfill a need or wish, wander away meowing.
3. Whenever your human starts to walk anywhere race her. If she opens a door, dart in before she gets a chance to walk in herself.
4. This one is especially irritating to female humans: When your human is taking a shower, either invite yourself in if you can stand the splashing, or sit on the the edge and stare at her. Stand in her way when she tries to get out.
5. When your human tries to wash her face, dash to the faucet and put either your tail or face in the water. Bonus points for splashing her.
6. If your litter isn't cleaned immediately after use, choose an inaccessible place to make your next deposit. Behind the tv is usually the best place. It's really hard to clean the wires and it's so funny to watch your human try to climb back there!
7. Stalk your human as if you were out in the jungle. When you catch her, bite her ankles and toes. Hold on to her ankles as she walks.
8. Chew on any clothes that may be lying around. Women's clothing often has strings to chew and play with.
9. Perch on clothing, papers or any other important things lying around in an "I'm peeing" position. Don't actually pee.
10. If you sleep with your human, wake her up occasionally. Nip her toes, scratch her legs, lick her face, bite her nose. You know, the usual. If you don't sleep with your human, bang on the bedroom door.
That is all for now. I leave you with a picture
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.
Peace to your mother,
Rambo
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| Attention! |
[30 May 2006|04:37pm] |
Hello and Good Afternoon.
I am pleased to announce the new name of my baby. Due to recent explanation and in consideration of all people, I have chosen to give him a new name. In order to make this change easy for everyone, only one letter of his name will be different.
The previous "b" will now be an "e." Please make corrections in how you address him/birthday cards/kitty gifts etc.
This will be pronounced in a similar manner as the "meo" in "Romeo."
And now, I leave you with 2 pictures of Sameo from today:
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| Tribute to Sambo |
[04 Apr 2006|10:13am] |
Sameo officially turned 1 in March. We share birthday months :).
I knew he was feisty right from the beginning.
Our close bond was evident early on as well
And even though sometimes I made him do things he didn't like
and he does things I don't like
At the end of the day
love will keep us together
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| Weird Cat |
[14 Jan 2006|01:28pm] |
Sambo just licked the extra frosting from my cinnamon rolls off of my plate. I don't like much frosting, so I usually put some on the side of my plate. I usually don't end up using it and I even wipe some off of my cinnamon rolls. Sambo happily took advantage of the opportunity.
At least it didn't go to waste?
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| Hurricane Update |
[24 Sep 2005|07:56am] |
My parents have no power. The neighborhood is not flooded in, but there are high winds. They plan on staying home.
Melissa has power even though she is only right across the interstate from my parents.
Both families got through it without damage to person or property. The closest gas station with gas to either of them is on Rayford Sawdust which is a bit of drive for them.
I don't know if my sister has power. I know she was staying with a friend b/c I finally got a hold of her in the middle of the night, but I don't know if she has power or how her car made it through, etc. She was closer to the hurricane than my parents and Melissa were. I have tried repeatedly to call her today to no avail.
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| I don't know where my sister is |
[22 Sep 2005|07:00pm] |
No one has heard from my sister who lives in Houston. I don't know if she tried to evacuate or not. Both my oldest sister and I have tried to call her cell phone and it just goes directly to voicemail, which is full. Please pray for her if you get a chance. I've been trying to call her for a few days to tell her she could come here. I just wish I could get a hold of her.
My parents are not evacuating. I think they'll be ok... My dad is pretty resourceful..it's just that the damn neighborhood floods at the blink of a cloud. I'm not worried that the house will flood, it's on a hill and it's never flooded. I'm worried that they'll be trapped in the neighborhood (that's what happens when it floods there) and they'll be without water and power for who knows how long. I hope they were able to find a generator.
When Hurricane Katrina started rolling through, my parents were at our beach house in Florida. I freaked at first b/c it was SO CLOSE to them. They were fine, but they were trapped there for longer than they'd planned. I was worried when they drove back b/c they had to take the super long way and they had gas in the back of their truck. I was worried someone would hijack them. :( Now it's like the bad weather has followed them to Houston. I just wish it had been the opposite way around. They'd been here when the weather was bad there and they were at the beach right now.
And I wish I could get a hold of my sister.
UPDATE: She's staying with a friend in Houston. I haven't heard anything since the hurricane hit.
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