I woke up early this morning and fiddled with my phone in bed until I noticed that there was a class at the gym that occupied the pool. It meant that I had 1.5 hrs of free time starting from the time I jumped out of bed. I had gathered all of my gym things so quickly and sped out the door that it took the first minute behind the wheel to realize that there was a film of morning gunk in my mouth. Ew.
Sick Sinus Syndrome
Then comes the poor estimation of time it takes me to swim my quota. Why does it take 25 minutes to swim 40 laps? I don’t know. I wonder how many laps I have to swim to get to my goal of 1 hour. Today, I particularly focused on the torso with my strokes; maybe this is why I gained so much distance. Lately, my breathing has been off, but I think this is something that will be fixed over time.
After the pool, I did a 4-hour shift at the hospital. There wasn’t a lot to do in Med Tele today since I had done everything last week… so I spent a lot of my time in the nurse station socializing. Most of today was standing around until someone had a unique request such as getting a tray of food, delivering a bladder scanner, etc. #M was pulling examples of EKGs from the monitors to teach me clinical topics when a box started to suddenly blink on the screen. #M paused, and began to analyze the other leads.
“And this is your prime example of sick sinus syndrome,” he says with a slightly higher pitch in his voice, “I have to tell the nurse right away.”
It was so freaking awesome to see this happen live on an EKG. We began to talk about the mechanism behind it all. Shortly, conversation died to a quiet ember and #M began to ask about my personal story coming to Med Tele. A doctor was standing by the sidelines, recording notes in a patient chart while observing an EKG nearby. I told #M the same lame story: that I was an ex-med student looking for that one school that will accept me into their Master’s program for nursing. This, of course, was met with comforting words sharing his confidence in my success.Yes, everyone sees so much potential, but still I continue to work so that I can see that behind my misty, biased glasses.
Apple friggin' pie.
I suppose the highlight of today was when I left the inventory room from stocking the new patient bags. I joined that same doctor that overheard the conversation in the great hallway. He looked at me with a nod, and we walked down the hall together. He said, “It’s a wonderful decision to become a nurse practitioner!” He went on to explain the perks of the profession from his doctor standpoint, “It’s what this country needs right now, and you are perfect for that role. I see that in you!” It’s so nice to volunteer here. I feel very fortunate that I’ve found this niche in the hospital where I learn so much of the stuff for which I thirst.
Afterward, I went all over my side of town hunting for apple pie ingredients. Safeway was obnoxiously expensive and surprisingly lacking. Target was outrageously cheap and fully stocked. And I found a sturdy pie pan at the mall for half the price that I saw in the former stores! The pie was quick to make thanks to Ate, who helped form the lattice on the pie. I wanted to put less sugar because I just hate dessert, but Ate insisted we follow the recipe. I’m kind of annoyed that it’s sweet, though. I aspire to bake the apple pie I had in New York, to make a pie that will bring back the same sensation of sitting beside LD at my leisure.
Based on the post I have read any school would be so fortunate to have you be part of the program. If none of them accepts you, know that you have more to offer than they can understand. And this isn’t a feel good comment. It is the an objective observation.
Ooh, I didn’t notice this comment! D: Weird, my emails had a hiccup or something. Yes, I know that I am awesome and if someone would accept me, I would continue to impress them. If I only had one yes! Hard times these days… thanks a lot Tincup. I often struggle to see in me what others do!