Monday

Ok, technically Tuesday, but about Monday. :)  I had "clinic" today, which was super fun.  We do clinic simulations for the first 3 weeks so that we can learn the basics to not kill the poor guinea pigs that we learn on.   We did pt movement today, including hydralic lifts which was a total hoot.  We are all learning that modesty is a thing of the past with our fellow nursing student.  When you are 4 feet in the air, cradled like a baby in a sling that goes up through your crotch and your butt is being aimed towards a wheelchair, you feel like you get to know people really quickly. :)

Couldn't sleep fabulously so I got up and did my pharmacology, which is a HUGE load off for the rest of the day.  Not like I get to chilax or anything, just don't have to do my least favorite class, that's all.  Now I can read for lecture and prep for lab, whoo hoo!

Oh, the panic of the day!  I can't believe I forgot this.  I was in the car, at Craig and Pecos when I realized that I don't have my watch on.  I thought, crap!  I hope that my clinical instructor is not one of those profs who is going to walk around checking our equipment, because if I don't have it, I lose 3% of my final grade and will not be able to stay for clinical.  Yikes.  About that time, I realized that I also do not have my nametag on.  $h!t.  I start digging through my purse, no nametag.  Backpack=no nametag.  So I call John,who is still home for lunch, and he can't find it either.  Weighing being late with possibly being without a nametag, I opted for showing up on time.  I was terrified.  3% is a lot to lose when 75% is an F.  Not only that, but if I ever had a true emergency and couldn't make clinic, that is 2 clinic losses and I'm out of the program.  Double yikes. 

She never noticed.  :)  So I get home, tear the house apart looking, and cannot find it.  Now I'm panicking again, because I'm realizing that it takes 7 business days to get new ones in at the bookstore after you order them and I have another lab and clinical in those next 7 days.  Finally giving up and saying a couple of "Dear Lord, please help me survive without a nametag" prayers, I find it in the washing machine (with Payton's load of jean).  Now John is saying that it probably just got tossed around from one of our loads and I never noticed it, but I know Payton, and his pockets are little treasure chests.  He stashes all kinds of goodies in there.  I have no doubts that he saw that thing, realized it has Mommy's name on it, and thought it was nifty enough to be saved.  Good thing he's cute. ;)