Week Three in the "Burgh

This is the start of week three in Pittsburgh. It feels as if my summer is going by slowly...very slowly. So far I have had one interview, and have been studying for NCLEX, so there have been moments where it is busy. I'm not working anywhere and it feels kind of wierd. The job interview that I had was kind of a surprise. The minute after I got pinned as a graduate nurse at our pinning ceramony, I got a phone call from UPMC Presby, saying they wanted to talk. By the time I called the lady back, she was out of her office not only for the day, but for an entire week. So after a week went by, she called me back and asked me to come in for an interview. The Trauma Step Down unit at Presby is currently looking for GN's to fill a couple of positions. It was probably the best and the nicest interview I have ever been on. They even let me come in for a few hours on a seperate day to shadow a nurse and do some work. It's a good unit...well actually it's a great unit. It has everything that I could possibly want, except for the fact that it's not an ICU, but they work closely with the Trauma ICU and they told me that since I'm interested in critcial care that this is a perfect place to start and they are willing to work with me to reach that goal. I also would be enrolled in a GN residency program, which means I would take extra classes at the hosptial, and since it's a telemetry floor (where everyone is on a moniter) I would take an advanced cardiac dysryhtmia class as well. Combined a 37.5 hour work week completed in three days, plus going back to school to complete my BSN it all seems exciting and wonderful and it is, except for one thing: if I get offered the job and take it (which I would take it if I got offered it) I would not be becomming to Erie in the fall. Ironic as it is, I didn't want to come to Erie my freshman year and even though I may gripe about the weather and how ghetto it can be at times, I love it. Living thre for three years, I'm not ready to give my life up that I made there. So I basically don't know what to do exactly...I potentially have this amazing opportunity in front of my and I would be stupid not to take it, but I also feel that I would giving up alot for this as well....I'm not a big fan of change nor a huge fan of making decisions that do create change....I guess all I have to do is see and wait for what happens.

Rainy Days and Polish Prayers

I am a huge fan of rainy days., especially when they happen off of Lake Erie. The cool thing about living off a body of water is that you can see the thunderheads roll in and if you are really lucky and happen to be near the bayfront you can watch the storm on the lake. I love the rain, I love the way it makes things smell and I love the feeling of just curling up in bed and reading a good book or watching a really good movie. I just love it...

Jezu Ufam Tobie ( Jesus I Trust in You)
If you ever see the painting of the Divine Mercy of Jesus with those words underneath it, you have come across one of the most simplest, yet most powerful polish prayers ever. Jezu Ufam Tobie or Jesus I Trust in You, was what Saint Faustina was told (yes told) by Christ to have painted. Jezu Ufam Tobie....The reason why I am so preocupied with this is becasue I must say this phrase at least 50 times a day...I trust that my day won't be crappy, I trust that even though things are not what I want, they are given to me for a needed reason....I trust that I can pass this test...I trust that I won't kill anyone in clinical....I trust in myself....I trust in Jesus...Next week I will be going on retreat with the Sisters of Mercy...I need some time to myself to recoperate and relax, and just think about things more important than college...more important than life itself...and then it's off to Pinning and Graduation (for the first time) and then I will be somewhat of a grown up...Jezu Ufam Tobie times 1000....

This is How Life Should Be...

This is how life should be...a friend said this to me as we were baking "butter" cookies, listening to John Mayer, and getting ready to watch the Pens game on Saturday evening. And I couldn't agree more...
For the past two years I had to say no to alot of things and alot of people. I had to say no to dinners, brunches, lunches, outings, and other things that I have probably forgotten along the way. My life seemed to be a fast paced whirl-wind of nursing, studying, clinicacl rotations, and other things scholary. Now that I have put in the time and the State of PA seems fit that I have completed course work and clinical work in order to sit for the NCLEX-RN, my life (at least for now) has slowed down, or at least calmed down. I'm not sure about this free time I have. In fact I don't know what to do with it. I'm not planning on studying for boards just yet, I just want to enjoy my time with my nursing friends and non-nursing friends alike. I feel as if I have gotten part of my life back and it feels great, but totally wierd at the same time. But I am not going to lie:I am burned out. My brain is fried, and if I had to wake up at 5am this week I think I would have cried. I've reached my breaking poinit, and its time to step out of my scrubs, take my hair out of that messy bun, and just be a normal college student for once, instead of one that is constatnly obsessed by medicine; even though it is my drive. It has become a part of me that I can not deny, and I would not hide it for a second, but I need a freaking break. Which is why this week is a week of extraordinary porportions or at least to me and my clinical group. It all starts tomorrow with a dinner of Hamburger Helper at my place and ends with dancing on friday night. For a group of six that spend well over 100 hours together, we feel we need to spend at least that much time if not more outside of the hopsital/classroom. These people have become my family and I will miss them come next fall. Even though I am comming back to finish my BSN in the fall, not everyone is starting that at the same time and others will be having jobs, which means different schedules for everyone. It still seems unreal. As soon as I pass boards I will be an RN...it just seems wierd. If someone would have aksed me four years ago what I saw myself doing, I wouldn't have imagined this...but now, I can't imagine doing anything but this!
So this IS how life should be....I should love and focus on my patients while at the hospital, but even though at times it might be hard to let that go, I have to remember they are in a much greater care when I leave and I need to trust that. And on my days off, it can be like that Saturday full of cookie baking Pens game watching wine cooler drinking ice cream eating dancing to John Mayer....okay well maybe not like that all the time, but it can be somewhat like that....

This is Week Five?

Another week has come and gone...this is the start of the sixth week of school. Exams for me have started, and its been as crazy as ever. With all the craziness, there have been mixtures of hurt and lonliness as well. Lately, I have been spedning more time with nursing friends and Rosary group friends than the friends I made freshman year...I don't think its such a big deal, but then again when two of your roomies are completely ingnoring you and not including you things, it kind of hurts....and not just a little...alot. We're in college people...the backstabbing bitching, and reminiscing about previous days in high school needs to stop...I'm not saying I don't like to have a good time...trust me I do, but the whole entire party scene in my opinion is way lame..I'd rather go to a bar and have a few, then go to some lame ass party, where half the people are schwasted by the time you get there and mostly everyone is under the age of 21...The immaturity is what kills me...she said that he said...whatever...I'm 22 and I'm going to act like I'm 22...not like I'm 16...that was 6 years ago. This is what week five brought...week five of my 6th semester of college....I havent cried so much, since I can't remember when and I'm pretty tired of crying....I feel outcasted and alone and like I don't have anything in common with some people anymore...and maybe I don't...I feel like I'm on some opposite end of the specturm here, and I 'm not about to try and explain what its like to those that just don't get it, becasue no amount of screeming or crying to them would ever change their perspective...So I get the crap thrown in my face about how I'm never in the apartment, and how they're doing so and so with who and who this weekend or how there always seems to be a gathering in the living room nightly and I'm trying to study and I just leave it and go to the lib...Part of me thinks it's some sort of payback for going out with people who they don't know or haning out with those that they do know, but aren't friends with...its lame either way...Life isn't measured in the parties you attended or how many friends you have kept...its measured by what you yourself get out of it...there's meaning in what you are called to do and when you find it, everything else just fades away...

This is It

Lately it just seems like nothing fits. My schedule doesn't fit into 5 days, let alone the hours I use to study. My perspective doesn't seem to be fitting with others lately. It kind of feels like I lost my place. Somehow in the three wekes I spent back in Pittsburgh and to return to school, make me feel, like I've lost sight of things. People have just been irking me. I'm homesick, I feel lonely, it just seems nothing is right. But then again there are moments that break up the tears that I feel like crying, and the times I haven't talked to anyone in hours. I realize that this (at least for me) is the last true college expiereince I will ever have. From here on out, when I return to school, I will be working in some shape and form. It feels so surreal, yet in 12 weeks it will be a reality. And maybe part of me isn't ready to face that reality. Maybe I just want to be the 21 and very soon 22 year old college student, who goes to taverns on staruday nights (and gets kicked out, becasue her friends aren't of age yet), drinking Miller Lite out of cans, staying up studying till I'm ready to puke nursing, going out at 3am for ice cream becasue you and your friend can't sleep, and lots of other things. And for now, I am. I think that I think realistically too much sometimes. It's not a bad thing, but it has a curse of its own. Amid all the stress and frustrations of returning to school, I can't help think: This is it. Really...after May it will be so different and wonderful and scarry at the same time. Part of me can't wait and the other part of me wishes that I were still 5, and the hardest choice I had to make was what juice box I wanted to drink for lunch. This is it.....And becasue this is it, I plan on just living like a 22 year old college student, who spends time in scrubs, drinking Miller Lite out of cans, going for ice cream runs at 3am, studying till I'm puking nursing....This is it

Beautiful Crazy Mess

Did you get caught up in the beautiful crazy mess that is life this week? It seems never ending doesn't it; the hours you put in, the worries that you have, we get caught up in a world that doesn't seem to exist for others, and only exists for others. We bitch, we moan, we complain, to a point that it seems it is all one huge bitch fest and its a weird competition of who has the most work, who has the most drama....who has the worst life. The reason behind all of this, is becasue I think we all want someone to just stop and listen....especially if they are not from "our world." Isn't it a bit ridiculous? Of course it is....some problems are meant to be heard, but some aren't. But then again it comes down to personal perspective as well....I think for Lent (as it quickly approaches) I'm going to give up complaining and try to empathise more with people....that and give up cursing...lately I've been having a mouth like a sailor at sea....
More so than ever, I feel at a distance from everything....classes, reading, and rotations are in full force, and I've been hitting the ground running since day one two weeks ago. I think that's why (when I can) I enjoy every single second that I spend with people outside of the class room setting...Yes, sitting in the library late night with no one to talk to at times is lonely and boring, but I tend to think what I'm gaining, instead of losing. The other day after clincial (it seems to becomming a habit of mine) I walk over to St.Josephs and pray in front of the statue of Our Lady...I promised Her and Chirst that I would give what ever it takes to become a good nurse for the sick and the poor, even if thta means giving up time with friends or even giving up friendship...I don't expect anything out of this in return, except the Grace of Jesus in the moments of doubt, insecurity, loneliess, fear, and inadequacy....I can drift from Grace, but somehow and usually in the unexpected moments I always return... Life is messy, but it's a crazy, beautiful one at that...

Sadness Leads to Joy

It was the first week back after Christmas break. The amount of work was overwhelming for sure, but that was to be expected. It was a week to set out to be a typical first week, full of reorientations to clinical settings and a large amount of reading and lab work. I did expect the craziness of life, but there were a full unexpected things along the way.
Casey
Casey was a girl in our nursing progam, although I should say woman, since she was one of the returning adult students. I wasn't close friends with her or anything like that, but when you have a small group of 30 some nursing students, you know who everyone is, regardless if you hang out with them outside of class or not. Casey died this week in a tragic car accident. It was rough on everyone, since it was a death not expected. I felt so wierd about it when I first heard the news. Okay, she's in ICU, on a vent;the ICU is not a death sentence and people can be weaned off vents, but then we found out she was brain dead and was being kept on the vent so her organs could be donated. It seemed so surreal...I wasn't going to go to the ICU at first; I figured we weren't close friends, this should be time that her family spends with her, while she spends her final moments on earth. After talking to a group of friends though we decided to go and pay our respects to her and her family. I'm glad I went, it gave me some peace while trying to deal with the loss of a classmate. I was upset for being upset, but it makes me realize that any second could be the last, that is truly God that has control in all our lives, and how much school and the ridiculous pettiness that some people feel is overconsuming, is actually beyond the word of absurdity. I can't imagine anything more horrifying than losing a child, or a parent, or a loved one....Time really is too short...
Mr Shirley
I can honestly say I don't remember Mr.Shirley too well, or at least at first I didn't. I was going to pick up books from the nursing office one day this week and I was informed that there was a card for me. I was like huh? The only cards I get are usually from my mom and those come in my mailbox. This card was different though. It was from Mrs. Shirley, who was the wife of one of the paitents I took care of back in October. Apparently Mr.Shirley enjoyed the care that I gave him and couldn't stop talking about me untill the point that he went in multi-system organ failure and had to be transferred from a general floor to the MICU, according to his wife. It was bitter sweet. Here was a man who I couldn't remember and his wife took the time to write this beautiful letter...I actually was upset becasue I couldn't remember who he was untill after I looked through my clinical portifolio, and after dealing with one loss this week, another one was just as unexpected....The only thing I found a bit odd about it was that he died at the end of October and his wife wrote me a couple of days ago...but then again, sometimes we don't need the answers for everything we recieve....It truly humbles me...
It was a week that was crazy, more so than usual, but of everthing that went on it just keeps putting things into place. Even within moments of sadness there can be moments of joy. I think mourning can lead us to place where we meet an unexpected joy and an unexpected love, that we didn't know.