Time to update my blog I guess. Since I have began nursing school blogging has become more of a task than an outlet. I have wanted to write in it for quite some time now but have been annoyed with the thought of it.
Nursing school has been fun...being forced to befriend all the people who will inevitabley become my family for the next year or so. Even those who I would normally despise have become my allies in the process. I now understand that it pays to have friends even if you don't really like them. And then before you know it, you do actually like them. Stereotyping used to be a big part of my thinking process when meeting new people. I would label the "snobby" girls almost immediately before labeling anyone else. Then would come the "know-it-alls", then the "ghetto-fabulous" girls who are loud and abnoxious, and the ones I would not criticize would be the quiet nice ones who were "safe" to become friends with because their self-esteem was so low they would never do anything to hurt me. Somewhere along the line I learned to like all those who can hold a conversation. This makes for a much more carefree existence.
On another note, nursing school is easy so far, since we are just skimming the surface of the Nursing Fundamentals. I have made straight A's thus far, which I am proud of but at the same extent I would probably commit suicide if I didn't make A's since they were so easy to study for.
My little "nun" has adapted quite well to her daycare environment. Other than her keeping an ear infection, I couldn't be happier. Last week she had a fever of 105! I am not exaggerating!!! Factually, a high fever isn't a concern unless the bahavior changes dramatically and the child becomes lathargic, and I know this is scientifically true. But for some reason I still want to travel through the phone lines when talking to the nurse's hotline and STRANGLE the biotch on the other line for not being more concerned about my child's fever!!! I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs "SHE IS ON THE VERGE OF A SEIZURE! SEND AN AMBULANCE!" But almost effortlessly, the nurse on the other end of the line stays monotone and reassures me that everything is ok as long as my child maintains normal behavior. Avarie took most of her antibiotic for her ear infection which worked successfully for a week and now she is sick again, tugging at her ears. Welcome to daycare. In a few months we will be in a pre-op room for a second round of tubes. Aren't tubes suppost to last a few hours before falling out?
Back to nursing school...
I completely one clinical rotation at Cartersville Medical Center which was a joke for 3/4 of the time spent there. The first 3 days were spent shadowing pissed off nurses who "don't like to have students". The last day (last Friday) kind of made up for lost time considering me and my clinical buddy, Amanda, got to go in the ICU while the others had to stay in non-eventful med/surg. While in the ICU, there was an unexpected (of course) flat-liner in room 10. Me and my buddy asked if we could attend the "psot-mortem care" after the family and chaplin left. The tech and nurse agreed that it would be a valuable learning experience and allowed it. I won't devulge too many graphic details about my post-mortem experience but I will say it was a rare thing to experience this during clinicals.
Time for sleep...bye!
Monday, October 22, 2007
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Consumer Advice
Well, my day pretty much consisted of me being pissed off all day about my terrible restaurant experience. I will go ahead and say it now, DON'T EVER EAT AT THE OYSTER CAFE IN KENNESAW! YOU WILL HATE THE WORLD FOR THE NEXT 24 HOURS AFTERWARDS!
I have been a waitress before and I know for a fact that most managers will comp a ticket without a problem. If it means keeping a customer happy, it means keeping a business running.
I have a serious problem when any business doesnt feel the need to value its customers and be grateful towards them. Apparently the Oyster Cafe (formerly the Oyster King) is trying to become public enemy#1.
Don't go there if you expect to be treated fairly, if you expect good service, if you expect a family -friendly environment, or for god's sake if you expect waitresses that showers.... don't go there.
If you do decide to go there, flip 'em a bird for me.
On another note....I decided I need to start valuing time apart from Avarie. Jesus knows how much I love her to death but I have a major case of mommy-guilt and I have got to break free from this curse.
I have not allowed myself to have any independence from her since she has been on this earth. In a way I feel this shows how devoted of a mother I am and how loving I am toward her. In another way I feel like I am not valuing myself and my need for a break every couple of years.
Even the 2 times I have been apart from her, all I did was stress out and worry. I feel like part of me is gone when she is gone. I have formed an identity through Avarie. She has swollowed me whole and I need to find myself again and my independence.
The kick-off date for my search to find myself again will be on October 26. I will retreat to the mountains and confide in my girlfriends to help me regain my desire to have fun.
I was going to feel guilty about not taking her along, but Paul reminded me that he as a father is ready and willing to take over for the weekend. And I deserve it dammit. I haven't been without my daughter and husband simultaneously in 2 years and I NEED A BREAK!
God knows I love them both but I deserve a break and I'm gonna take one.
And one more thing....What happens at the cabin, STAYS at the cabin!
I have been a waitress before and I know for a fact that most managers will comp a ticket without a problem. If it means keeping a customer happy, it means keeping a business running.
I have a serious problem when any business doesnt feel the need to value its customers and be grateful towards them. Apparently the Oyster Cafe (formerly the Oyster King) is trying to become public enemy#1.
Don't go there if you expect to be treated fairly, if you expect good service, if you expect a family -friendly environment, or for god's sake if you expect waitresses that showers.... don't go there.
If you do decide to go there, flip 'em a bird for me.
On another note....I decided I need to start valuing time apart from Avarie. Jesus knows how much I love her to death but I have a major case of mommy-guilt and I have got to break free from this curse.
I have not allowed myself to have any independence from her since she has been on this earth. In a way I feel this shows how devoted of a mother I am and how loving I am toward her. In another way I feel like I am not valuing myself and my need for a break every couple of years.
Even the 2 times I have been apart from her, all I did was stress out and worry. I feel like part of me is gone when she is gone. I have formed an identity through Avarie. She has swollowed me whole and I need to find myself again and my independence.
The kick-off date for my search to find myself again will be on October 26. I will retreat to the mountains and confide in my girlfriends to help me regain my desire to have fun.
I was going to feel guilty about not taking her along, but Paul reminded me that he as a father is ready and willing to take over for the weekend. And I deserve it dammit. I haven't been without my daughter and husband simultaneously in 2 years and I NEED A BREAK!
God knows I love them both but I deserve a break and I'm gonna take one.
And one more thing....What happens at the cabin, STAYS at the cabin!
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Don't forget to VOTE!
I can only assume that no one has scrolled down to see that I have a poll for Avarie's Halloween costume for 2006. I am the only one who voted. There are only 13 days left for the poll so get on it! The choices are nun, ladybug, cowgirl, or pirate.
My theory is that this will be the last year that I can decide what I want her to be and it needs to be something over-the-top hilarious! Her first Halloween in 2005 she was a flower. I decided she needed a girlie costume since people kept calling her a him. Baby flower costumes are found everywhere, it is a very common choice. Halloween 2005 was not that over-the-top hilarious. Cute, but not hilarious. So after talking it over with various friends and family we decided 2006 needed to be kicked up a notch. She was walking now and toddling around and we new we just had to make it above and beyond a costume you would see at Walmart or Target. My best friend thought it would be great to put her in a burlap sack, paint her green and call her Yoda. Then my husband decided to elaborate on it and thought it would be funny to dress himself as Obi Wan Kenobi and carry "Yoda" on his back. Just like in the movie!
No. Not gonna happen. First of all Yoda is an old man, I think, and secondly I will not torture my child and put her in a burlap sack. However, I am a woman of compromise so I met them half way with the Star Wars theme and Avarie transformed into Princess Leia. Fully equipped with honey buns and a white robe. The wig and robe were delicately hand-sewn by a world-renowned seamstress. haha You can check out a pic of Avarie as Princess Leia above.
Like I said, I think this year needs to definitely be hilarious, and maybe not very politically correct. So go down to the bottom of the page and select your vote.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Absolutely Fearless!
All that worrying and stress for nothing! My little 2-year old social butterfly walked right in that classroom as if she owned the place!
I had fully prepared for a long departure...you know the kind where the teacher has to assist me in peeling me out of my child's grasp. The kind where I tell myself "She'll be fine as soon as I leave".
The roles must have been reversed today. I was acting like the child should be acting and Avarie was acting like the parent would. She must have been preparing for this moment for at least a few weeks. She knew her best way to get me to leave would be to make as little eye contact as possible, in other words, ignore me. She knew not to hug me goodbye, although she knew I would attempt it.
In the many days building up to the first day of school, I really thought nothing of it. There was no reason for concern since I know the facility is the cream of the crop. I knew my baby would adjust without shedding a single tear. I knew the teachers would adore her. No worries.
What I didnt think about is how it would affect me. As I drove further and further away from my one and only child (whom I have spent almost every moment for the past 26 months with) I felt a sense of emptiness. Not a sense of emptiness...COMPLETE emptiness. Although I had plans for the day to keep me occupied, I still thought to myself "what will I do without her?"
I didnt realize it before this day, but she has fully and completely consumed me. All of me. She is my life. I live through her.
It made me understand a little of what it's going to be like when she is a high school graduate and that hunger for independence strikes. The time that will inevitably come where I will lose her. That's when the tears came down with no signs of stopping. I thought about how much I love my baby girl then decided...it's time to shop. My only coping skill, other than eating.
I had fully prepared for a long departure...you know the kind where the teacher has to assist me in peeling me out of my child's grasp. The kind where I tell myself "She'll be fine as soon as I leave".
The roles must have been reversed today. I was acting like the child should be acting and Avarie was acting like the parent would. She must have been preparing for this moment for at least a few weeks. She knew her best way to get me to leave would be to make as little eye contact as possible, in other words, ignore me. She knew not to hug me goodbye, although she knew I would attempt it.
In the many days building up to the first day of school, I really thought nothing of it. There was no reason for concern since I know the facility is the cream of the crop. I knew my baby would adjust without shedding a single tear. I knew the teachers would adore her. No worries.
What I didnt think about is how it would affect me. As I drove further and further away from my one and only child (whom I have spent almost every moment for the past 26 months with) I felt a sense of emptiness. Not a sense of emptiness...COMPLETE emptiness. Although I had plans for the day to keep me occupied, I still thought to myself "what will I do without her?"
I didnt realize it before this day, but she has fully and completely consumed me. All of me. She is my life. I live through her.
It made me understand a little of what it's going to be like when she is a high school graduate and that hunger for independence strikes. The time that will inevitably come where I will lose her. That's when the tears came down with no signs of stopping. I thought about how much I love my baby girl then decided...it's time to shop. My only coping skill, other than eating.
First Day of school
Well, today is Avarie's first day of "school". She has been saying "skoo yay!" all morning. I am curious to see how effective her communication will be with her teachers and classmates since she has kind of a secret code that she uses at home that we all understand most of the time. She doesnt like to put a consonant at the end of most words, thats why school became skoo.
For some reason, she associates the phrase "thank you" with "da-da". People often think she is talking about her Da-da when realistically she is being polite and using her manners. She will continue to say dada until someone acknowledges that she is saying it and replies "your welcome".
I guess I need to have a little chat with her teachers before I leave and inform them of some Avarie-isms. I also need to inform them that if anything happens to Avarie I'll kill 'em.
Of course, she hasnt been sick for months until today. Her nose is running like a faucet. I had to give the poor thing some benadryl this morning so hopefully it wont make her tired and cranky. They can call me to come pick her up if that happens.
We are all suffering from a ragweed overload. I have been feeling under the weather all weekend and my husband has been sick for about a week and a half. He is always the first one to get it. So when he starts getting sick it's like a dark cloud hovers over our house because I know we are all three going to get the curse of the sinus infection at any given time.
Until next time...
For some reason, she associates the phrase "thank you" with "da-da". People often think she is talking about her Da-da when realistically she is being polite and using her manners. She will continue to say dada until someone acknowledges that she is saying it and replies "your welcome".
I guess I need to have a little chat with her teachers before I leave and inform them of some Avarie-isms. I also need to inform them that if anything happens to Avarie I'll kill 'em.
Of course, she hasnt been sick for months until today. Her nose is running like a faucet. I had to give the poor thing some benadryl this morning so hopefully it wont make her tired and cranky. They can call me to come pick her up if that happens.
We are all suffering from a ragweed overload. I have been feeling under the weather all weekend and my husband has been sick for about a week and a half. He is always the first one to get it. So when he starts getting sick it's like a dark cloud hovers over our house because I know we are all three going to get the curse of the sinus infection at any given time.
Until next time...
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Bloggaphobia
It will become very obvious as you read my blog that I am new to this. For as many years as blogging has been "cool" this is the first time I have attempted to write one.
Let me start by introducing myself...I am 23, my name is Stacey, I live in Kennesaw GA. I have a 2 year old daughter named Avarie whom I adore with everything that I have. I am about to start nursing school next week, Oct. 3rd to be exact! I have been on a journey to be a nurse for quite some time now, so I am ecstatic that the time has finally come!
My husband Paul and I got married in 2006. Our one year anniversary will be October 15 of this year. Our wedding was a bit unconventional as was the timing of my pregnancy. We had every intention of having a smallish, but normal wedding ceremony in the springtime with all of our nearest and dearest to attend. Our reception was going to be a block away from our ceremony site where our friends and I would celebrate into the wee hours of the night.
I have a tendency to get a wild hair up my ars on occasion and my wedding goes to show it. Low and behold Vegas Vacation 2006! The day before our trip out to sin city, my future hubby and I decide to throw all the planning and preparation out the window for the sake of spontaneity and tie the knot the impulsive way!
Elvis, acting as the proud father giving his youngest daughter away, decided to serenade my husband and I, as he walked me down the aisle. Love Me Tender has never sounded so sweet.
Anyway, I am married and will celebrate my 1 year anniversary next month!
Sorry I got carried away on the wedding details. I will post pics of both the ceremony and the trip. The honeymoon pics are a little to be desired as it was cloudy and rainy most of the time we were in the Bahamas. I guess the weather was an indicator of how my mood would be during our vacation. Poor Paul... I can't help it when "Aunt Flow" ironically comes to town while we are honeymooning.
That is something else about me...I am extremely moody. Not like bipolar moody, although my family and friends probably secretly think that about me since the ones I love the most usually get the brunt of the attitude. I usually try to apologize promptly when I regain my sanity and realize the damage that my moodswings have caused. I blame it on the hormones. No, it's not an excuse...it's scientific! A woman's menstrual cycle causes a rapid fluctuation in hormones which makes us harmful to mankind.
Once again...Poor Paul. He practically has to walk on eggshells half of the time. I was this way before we got married though, so all I gots to say is "sorry sucka" haha!
When I was pregnant, all we did was play poker, Texas Hold 'Em to be exact. My winning streak was untouchable. Left and right I was taking home bar cash from the local bars that held free tournaments (which was of no use to me, except to eat some free chicken tenders and fries on occasion). I was convinced that my unborn child was my good luck charm since the second she popped out I couldnt play poker to save my life. I've even tried sitting her at the table with me to see if her presence will affect my playing but all she did was reveal my cards to everyone. Some say it is the influence of alcohol that has blurred my judgement at the poker table, but I'd rather blame it on the kid.
Obviously, one of my problems with blogging is the fact that I dont know where to end. I would just keep rambling all day and on the same topic (with a million little sub-topics in it) but I guess I should just end it here and hope that this first entry provided a little insight into the world of Stacey.
Let me start by introducing myself...I am 23, my name is Stacey, I live in Kennesaw GA. I have a 2 year old daughter named Avarie whom I adore with everything that I have. I am about to start nursing school next week, Oct. 3rd to be exact! I have been on a journey to be a nurse for quite some time now, so I am ecstatic that the time has finally come!
My husband Paul and I got married in 2006. Our one year anniversary will be October 15 of this year. Our wedding was a bit unconventional as was the timing of my pregnancy. We had every intention of having a smallish, but normal wedding ceremony in the springtime with all of our nearest and dearest to attend. Our reception was going to be a block away from our ceremony site where our friends and I would celebrate into the wee hours of the night.
I have a tendency to get a wild hair up my ars on occasion and my wedding goes to show it. Low and behold Vegas Vacation 2006! The day before our trip out to sin city, my future hubby and I decide to throw all the planning and preparation out the window for the sake of spontaneity and tie the knot the impulsive way!
Elvis, acting as the proud father giving his youngest daughter away, decided to serenade my husband and I, as he walked me down the aisle. Love Me Tender has never sounded so sweet.
Anyway, I am married and will celebrate my 1 year anniversary next month!
Sorry I got carried away on the wedding details. I will post pics of both the ceremony and the trip. The honeymoon pics are a little to be desired as it was cloudy and rainy most of the time we were in the Bahamas. I guess the weather was an indicator of how my mood would be during our vacation. Poor Paul... I can't help it when "Aunt Flow" ironically comes to town while we are honeymooning.
That is something else about me...I am extremely moody. Not like bipolar moody, although my family and friends probably secretly think that about me since the ones I love the most usually get the brunt of the attitude. I usually try to apologize promptly when I regain my sanity and realize the damage that my moodswings have caused. I blame it on the hormones. No, it's not an excuse...it's scientific! A woman's menstrual cycle causes a rapid fluctuation in hormones which makes us harmful to mankind.
Once again...Poor Paul. He practically has to walk on eggshells half of the time. I was this way before we got married though, so all I gots to say is "sorry sucka" haha!
When I was pregnant, all we did was play poker, Texas Hold 'Em to be exact. My winning streak was untouchable. Left and right I was taking home bar cash from the local bars that held free tournaments (which was of no use to me, except to eat some free chicken tenders and fries on occasion). I was convinced that my unborn child was my good luck charm since the second she popped out I couldnt play poker to save my life. I've even tried sitting her at the table with me to see if her presence will affect my playing but all she did was reveal my cards to everyone. Some say it is the influence of alcohol that has blurred my judgement at the poker table, but I'd rather blame it on the kid.
Obviously, one of my problems with blogging is the fact that I dont know where to end. I would just keep rambling all day and on the same topic (with a million little sub-topics in it) but I guess I should just end it here and hope that this first entry provided a little insight into the world of Stacey.
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