Semester Two, Week Two

My brain is fried.

My butt is kicked.

How do I go on for another 13 weeks? How?!?

Class Monday, then clinical prep work for 2+ hours, then clinicals all day Tuesday and Wednesday at 6:30 am with a 20+ minute drive into the city. Class Thursday, IV lab Friday. Attend those, and make sure you study.

Our first exam was yesterday, and while I passed (barely) I am wondering what happens if I happen to fail this portion of the semester. I've mostly decided if I fail that I will not re-enter the program again at a later date. That could change, but man, the humiliation of telling everyone "hey, I failed" coupled with trying (again) seems like too much. I'll become a phlebotomist, medical assistant....give up the RN dream much as that would break my little heart.

Something internally though tells me that I will pass.

I study like a maniac. I mean, I committed to passing. So, if I do fail, it won't be for lack of trying. I think in part what went wrong with yesterday's exam was that I studied the wrong material. I was prepared for everything but what I was tested on. That, and I guess I don't really have the best critical thinking skills. Awesome. I'll work on that, too.

Wednesday, during clinicals, I had a realization: I finally know the purpose behind what I was doing. While I was performing an assessment on my patient, it (whatever it is) finally clicked. I was all that and a bag of chips, as one of my professors used to say. I rocked that head to toe exam, if I do say so myself. For the first time ever, I felt like a nurse. When it was my long awaited day of administering meds to my patient, I knew what I was giving and why. I knew when administering rapid acting insulin that my patient needed to eat shortly after administering the medication. I finally understood, and it felt so amazing. There is a new found confidence in applying what I spent all last semester learning about.

I worry that I am not smart enough. This internal demon of mine, this uphill battle, this constant struggle of "You're an idiot and it's going to manifest itself" constantly makes an unwelcome entrance into my thoughts in lecture, clinicals, exams, you name it.

It's interesting, what we're learning. Heart failure, hypertension, CAD, PVD...I love it. Medicine has my heart. I want to get it, and so I study, study, study. It's just a lot. And I'm tired, so physically exhausted.

I just have to buckle down. I am determined to do better on the next exam in two weeks. I see this as a challenge. I am trying, I am giving 100%.

If it was easy, everyone would be doing it, right? It's (almost) worth the struggle.

Onward.