Chaos Theory

Life can be erratic, incomprehensible, complicated, easy, fun, hard, perplexing, mind blowing… but either way, I believe there is something, someone (whoever or whatever that may be for each of you) that controls it all. And it’s for this reason that I really don’t believe that things can get out of control. It may seem like sometimes things are terribly out of control and you can’t stop the spinning. It’s like you’re tremendously, belligerently, over the top drunk and you get the bed spins and you can’t make it stop no matter what limb you put up into the air.

Life sucks. The big one. And no matter how hard we all try we are going to be tested in some way with some event. There are things that each of us has to learn and grow into, and life will throw things at us to make us think, learn and grow. And when you wish it enough, and you know exactly what you want out of life, at times, it’s going to throw it at you just to see how you react.

Everyone always says life loves to throw you curve balls. And in my experience it tends to do it… a lot. But I’ve also noticed that there’s always a reason… to show you that you need to be responsible for your actions, appreciate something that you may have forgotten to, maybe there’s something you need to start doing or stop doing, maybe you’re meant to start something new, be something new, go back, go forward, go completely around… whatever way we are meant to go, there’s something bigger than either of us that knows exactly what way we are headed.

Rubber Boots and Wrapping Paper

The holidays are always such a fun time with my family. All the yummy food and the yummy drinks and laughs together. I think one of my fondest memories was when we were back home and we still lived in the big 2 story house right behind my Nan (on my dad’s side). Ah my Nan… I guess to get the full effect of this story you need to understand the absolutely wonderful person

that my Nan was. She was a tough lady who took no crap. She was a commanding woman with an amazing presence…. Who would do anything for those she loved because she was fiercely loyal. My best memories of my childhood consisted of walking home from the bus only to see her in the big kitchen window with her apron on and baking… usually bread. And in the morning while waiting for the school bus I would go to visit her and she would give me ice cream and she would give my older sister gum. Now if that doesn’t tell you what kind of person she was… she would do anything to make us happy; hop the youngest up on sugar and send her to school and send the young teen with gum who could possibly get detention for it, just to make us happy.

Anyway back to the holidays. Every year, everyone came to our house. So we would all be jammed into the living room with our big piles of presents but we weren’t allowed to start anything until Nan came across the yard. So, first thing we would do was call her and tell her we were up. And no matter what time it was, she would walk through that door with a big smile on her face. And with all the frenzy and excitement of opening presents we would all forget that there was always so much wrapping paper. This is when my Nan would go to work. She would go around with a garbage bag and she would pick up all the wrapping paper. And when she was done, she would put on her grey rubber boots and throw the HUGE garbage bag over her shoulder and walk out the door. I swear every year she reminded me of Santa.

Over the years, things have changed… A LOT… people have left our family and others have been added in. But no matter what, at the end of it all we ALWAYS mention Nan and her rubber boots and wrapping paper.

"I'm happier than a tornado in a trailer park!"

I am possibly the most impatient person you will ever meet in your life. I hate that I’ve not started my life yet, that I’m not more settled…. Or even have a plan… I’ve always wanted to be 1 or 2 or maybe even 10 steps ahead of where I am at all times. I was that kid that acted like an adult because I didn’t want to be a kid and have decisions made for me. I have 2 older sisters and this may be in part as to why I am so impatient with my life, when they have things going on I feel like I should to. I forget that they are 6 and 10 years older than me. That they have experienced what I am at this moment in time. I forget that, I think because my parents are impatient with me and my 19 years of schooling… which my mother ever so lovingly decided to point out to me the other day. So what? I am going to be making more money than both of my sisters and doing a job that makes a difference and that I love. I’m just not there yet.

A lot of us want to plan out our lives. Plan it all; where we are going to live, what kind of job we will have, when and how we will get married, when we have children and how many we are having, what kind of house we will have and how we decorate it… and the list goes on and on and on. And it’s easy to get lost in those never ending thoughts and become impatient. Impatience because it isn’t happening yet and impatience that you just can’t get there as fast as you want. But there’s one particular thing in there that we forget… to live. Life isn’t about the destination and how we are going to get there, it’s about the journey getting there and enjoying it! What’s the point in living if all we do is worry about the future and don’t focus on the present?

What brings me to this is the movie Cars (I watched it yesterday hehe). Lightening McQueen is all about the end of the race and getting there as fast as he can. He didn’t slow down to look around and take in the beauty of the world around him and to enjoy life to the fullest. So I’ve decided I’m slowing down and not worrying about the future anymore. Things are going to happen the way they are meant to. Everything happens for a reason so why sit and ponder it? Just enjoy it!

And to think it could've been avoided if I had black paint....

I find that some of the best stories always come from an embarrassing moment or a time when you did something you weren’t expecting yourself to. Those are always the stories that you can share with others and feel totally okay with it because it shows your humanity and the ability to laugh at yourself (even though you look like a complete ass). My friend recently shared a story of when she accidentally got into the wrong vehicle and had this completely awkward moment with this guy.

So here’s me, sharing a story with you that to this day I haven’t told anyone. I don’t think I have ever blushed so much in my life. The reason I thought of this story is because, well, I had just opened up a picture album and found pictures of my enemy. This girl and I never ever got along. She was my bully.

So in grade 7, I hated art. I was never artistic… nor will I ever be. But that’s beside the point. This one day we were told to bring a rock to paint. And I had found this wonderfully awesome shaped rock that looked like a whale. I was triumphant. A whale is easy… and if I made a killer whale it would be even easier… black and white and no mixing the blues! SWEET! But it just so happened that this lovely bully of mine thought it was a great idea to steal all the black. Now for those of you who know what a killer whale looks like, you know that the black is essential to making your killer whale look correct. So I had this discussion with her which consisted of me saying “can I have one of those blacks?” and her answering with that bully tone of hers “No. I need them”.

So instead of fighting with her or doing that thing we poor kids who get picked on do; going to tell the teacher, I decided to steal the one that she was using… I had this brilliant idea that I would be like an action hero in a movie and be all stealthy and when she wasn’t looking grab the paint and run away. So while trying to implement my stealthy plan, I went to grab the black paint that was right beside her and with my ever constant clumsiness I hit the can instead of grabbing it, essentially knocking the thing right into her lap. To this day I burst into laughter every time I think of the look on her face. She looked like a murderous kitten. She was a cute girl, with big blue eyes and a round face, but at the time she looked so furious, it was hilarious.

She didn’t say anything but “I will get you back. You did that on purpose”. Which makes me laugh more… cause I’m thinking “I’ll get you next time Gadget…. Next time” *insert cat meow/roar. Hahaha!!

So this girl waited for weeks “to get me back”. And I thought she had forgotten. However… one random day when we were all done our classes and I was putting my books into my backpack, she walked up to me and got up in my face. Yelling at me saying I was passive aggressive and that it was stupid of me to dump the paint on her, cause I’m stupid and all I do are stupid things. And all at once my complete hatred for this girl all bubbled up and I was so done with dealing with her. I have never been one to resort to violence or force to end an argument. I cower away. But it was at this one time where I had had enough of her saying whatever she wanted to me and not apologizing. So I bubbled up the necessary courage (which at the time I didn’t realize was that much but to reflect on it now, man how bold was I???) and I threw my hand back, balled it up into a fist, prepared every muscle in my body for the impact (and my legs for the run once she realized what I did) and I swung. But there was one thing I didn’t anticipate…. Missing. The momentum it took for me to take the swing, swung me forward and I wobbled on my feet and fell over. Taking her down with me. And of course it was at this time that the ruckus caught everyone’s attention… and there I was lying on top of my nemesis as she was looking at me like what the hell are you doing? We were face to face. Everyone from then on made fun of me for my crush on my bully.

*Sparkles*

I hate winter. I hate the cold. I hate having to start up my car to let it warm up every time I want to use it. There is no feeling I hate more than when even after bundling up with your 16 layers of clothing, you walk out that door and the cold hits you like a brick in the face and you can barely breathe. I hate it because Canadian winters are hellish to deal with. People drive the same and expect that they will get around the same way without an accident.

There is one part of winter however that turns me into this giddy little 5 year old girl again…. The snow. I love it because it makes everything look so pretty…. Despite it being disgustingly cold out and my car is always dirty. The whiteness of it all just makes me think of all the times I’d trudge through it to get to the bus. It makes me think of forts, snowmen and snow ball fights and snow angels and the one time where it snowed so much I was able to step up on the roof of my 2 story house back home. And at the time even knowing if I got caught I’d get in trouble, I had to yell out “Victory!” And of course I got myself in trouble. Sigh.

As I was driving to school the other day I noticed something else about the snow. But please don’t judge me for this reason I’m not as girly as you’d think. It makes everything sparkly. The town that I live in, it’s hard to find beauty in it because it is an all around dirty town but this one little thing made me so giddy. The top of the snow was all sparkly from the bright sun shining down on it and the snow and frost on the road was sparkly too. And all I could think at the time was “ooooo sparkles”.

And what ruined my whole mood was 5 minutes later I thought…. Now I can’t judge Bella as much as I’d like to for enjoying watching her love sparkle in the sun…..Damnit.

The Fear

Nursing students walk around in a constant state of fear. In clinical or in class, always… forever… afraid. The nursing faculty takes pride in the fact that they can make us want to cry, vomit and possibly pee our pants all at the same time. Especially our autocratic leader… Oh do they ever love to torture us and eat our souls. At times you feel like yah maybe they’re doing this because they are teaching us to be tough and understand that this is what the work world is like. HA! They love to watch us squirm. And now that we finally have some chance to take a breather in our fourth and FINAL year because we’re almost there! they just have to find some way to scare the pants off us. We have a registering exam that is at the end of all this… if we don’t pass we don’t nurse plain and simple. However, to prepare for this exam we have to study everything we’ve learnt in the 4 years of schooling. The prep books we can buy are actually pretty simple and easy. But just to put the fear in us they make our exams (the exam prep practice exam) ridiculously complicated with convoluted questions that make no possible sense.
I have a roommate who is now in her 1st year of this and I can see that they haven’t changed a thing since my first year.
Finally possibly reaching the end of this makes me excited, but with all these scary comments and exams it makes it seem like it’s impossible to reach it. Like I won’t make it and I won’t pass.
With all the fear and anxiety I’m still surprised I’ve made it as far as I have….. make no wonder there’s a nursing shortage and all the units are short staffed…..

Patients are funny.

I believe that people think nursing is this all serious, all medical, all the time hard job to do. But you know sometimes, it is ridiculously fun. You get your laughs in while you can, because yeah sometimes we do have those “all serious, all medical, all the time hard” days where once your head hits your pillow all you can do is cry. But most of the time, the little quirks with people are what make your day. I had a patient a few weeks ago that when I walked into the room he was holding his wife’s hand and singing to her in Spanish (not well… but singing). And all he could say was “oohh how sad for you… you missed most of the show”. It was by far the cutest thing I have ever witnessed in my life. And another day I was walking by and my instructor said “look in there on that bed” and there was a lady’s wig sitting on the bed. And I had a patient who when I told him I had a very quiet weekend and that in fact yes I did stay out of trouble, he said “well I am terribly disappointed in you”. And don’t say you wouldn’t get a little chuckle from this tough tough guy with tattoos up and down his arm, just struggling to walk down the hallway and he has a side of his gown open… you really get your laughs while you can because it does get serious sometimes. But for the most part laughing with my patients is what makes my day. And for the most part, that’s all that people want... a little light in their day and be treated like an actual human in the bed, not just another case study.

Coassigns... the people that make or break you

While in clinical I find myself feeling like a train wreck waiting to happen. That at any moment that train will hit something or fall of the tracks and catch on fire… and then burn down an entire forest. Okay a little over dramatic I know but that’s how I feel. As nursing students we are meant to ride the line that separates confidence from insecurity, that we are to show on the outside that we know what we are doing, but on the inside… the way we feel is that every part of us is going to explode, or that every normal bodily function is just about to embarassingly, spontaneously occur. And to top that off, you have to reassure that patient of yours that you are completely competent and able to complete the task. However, at times there are coassigns that make your life hell. A wise, wonderful friend of mine who has since finished her schooling once told me “nurses eat their young” and she is completely right. At times your coassign will be wonderful and want to teach you things or ask you questions to enhance your learning and that’s okay. But then there are times you have a coassign from hell, who does all your work for you, makes you look bad in the eyes of your instructor or who does something extremely unprofessional. I’ve had a coassign ask me “are you going to do this patients meds or no?” while pushing the MAR (med administration record) into my hands and giving me this ridiculous look (when the medication was due at 2 and it was 150 and I was on my way there)…... I am not about to delve into details about things, but let’s just say I have seen coassigns finish tasks for students and then tell the instructor that they did it, question whether the student is going to do something when they were on their way to do it or walk in on students while they are performing a task, and at times those tasks have been very uncomfortable for the patient, and the coassign hangs out and questions what the student is doing. When in actuality that student is following what he/she has learnt as per policy and procedure. I don’t know, but once I get out in the real world, IF I get out into the real world, I would never, EVER do that sort of thing to a student. That makes the nurse look unprofessional and frankly… bitchy. I would want the student to learn, to show them things they haven’t learnt yet, or to show them some tricks of the trade. Like I said, students are frightened enough as it is and are nervous and anxious about learning a task. I would never want to belittle them or make them feel like they don’t know anything. Don’t get me wrong, most of the time, coassigns are awesome. They enjoy having students there because it gives them a little break from everything that they have to do, because that list can be pretty damn long. I have an immense amount of respect for those nurses and all that they do, and all the knowledge that they have. All I’m saying is, is that we have to have respect for each other, students for students, nurses for nurses. There is no point in being bitchy to be bitchy, it just makes you look bad and doesn’t give anyone a chance to create a good opinion about you. And opinions are hard to change. So be nice to people… and that really doesn’t take much effort….. Maybe karma will come back and do something good for you…

A terrible 6 letter word..... stigma

Mental Health. When you think about depression, bipolar disorder, personality disorders, or the “dreaded” schizophrenia…. What comes to mind? Do you think of the poor person who is struggling with the battle of the disease or do you think of a guy who is on a bus and cuts someones head off because he was ridding the world of a demon? I hate the image of mental illness the media is implanting on watchers. The media has taken mental illness and given it this absolutely terrible, scary spin. It seems that people can’t get passed the diagnosis in order to understand and to learn about the person behind it. No matter what the diagnosis is… diabetes… asthma… cancer… depression… schizophrenia… there is always a person behind it, right? So why is mental illness any different than diabetes or asthma? Why is it people are more likely to support a person with diabetes than a person who struggles with bipolar? When in reality aspects of mental illness affect your daily routine and functioning a lot more than diabetes… Is it that diabetes or asthma are more physical illnesses and there are definite tests that give you your answer than with mental illness? There’s no real test to tell you that you have depression. I don’t know what it is that makes people think differently about it, but I truly wish I did….
But if you think about it… how scared must that guy have been? Just put it into your head that the person sitting next to you is a demon… now how do you feel?… How about that everyone around you is out to kill you? How do you feel now? What about if there is someone behind you telling you to turn around, there is someone to the right of you telling you to turn right, someone to your left telling you to turn left and someone in front of you that is telling you to walk forward? Now what do you do? Who do you listen to? That is just to enlighten some of you. It’s not so easy when you think about it… and this is something that they will struggle with their whole life.
A very dear friend of mine, not too long ago, said “we are humans in this spinning wonder world, not anything greater not anything less”. There seem to be a lot of people to forget that they are humans such as anyone else and that each and every person deserves the same kindness and compassion. So when you meet a person who has a mental illness don’t shun them, embrace them… they may have some of the best stories to share with you.

Time to be free...

Forgiveness. ‘Easier said than done’ is my opinion. In a society reeking of justice, revenge and instant gratification it kind of makes it hard for forgiveness to find its rightful place within the hearts of people. Forgiveness is one that at times is confusing, it makes no sense, but it is also very powerful and miraculous. But when are you on the true path to forgiveness? It may be said on the outside, but inside, the thoughts are still there, still the anger and emotion of being burned. Deep down, true forgiveness cools that burn. Forgiveness comes from somewhere, someone who has an immense amount of faith in humanity and though it still can bring on the need for justice, the faith it stems from can enable you to forget the past and forgive someone for an unforgivable act. We’re told that justice or retribution will feel better, but forgiveness is freedom. It frees us from the burden that comes along with anger and leaves us with true inner peace. But, unforgiveness, it leaves us bound to our perpetrator; it leaves them with the power.
In a society that is obsessed with “fair play”, true forgiveness is hard to get to. We’re asked to let it go, to rein in our natural instinct for self-defense. We’re taught to burn those who have burned us and you “never let anyone get over your time”, is what my mom says. To forgive goes against our nature as human beings; we are selfish beings who hate to be scorned. Forgiveness demands that we let it go; we move on. A weakness? Or strength? To society it is a weakness and we’ve rolled over and let it happen. The journey toward forgiveness is most definitely not an easy one, with bumps and thorns throughout the path with feelings of regret, anger, and at times the need for retribution. But, in my opinion, to be able to forgive shows you are much stronger, the ability to fight back requires little effort, while to forgive takes a lot more time, patience and a whole lot of soul searching. We haven’t rolled over or given up, we have risen above and allowed ourselves to be freed from anger and hate.

A blog I meant to add a month or so ago...

Well…. What a week it has been! The fact that I feel stressed doesn’t even begin to cover it… I’ve never had so many pimples on my forehead or drank so much coffee or felt so ‘perma-nauseated’ in my life. Meetings with the chair of the program, angry students, angry teachers, papers, clinical…. I’m not about to dish out the details of the situation… but it’s safe to say it was a bad week with mistakes made, tears shed, excuses made, angry glances, and roars of rage. It can be very frustrating as a nursing student. You get blamed for most things that aren’t your fault, you get treated like an idiot much of the time as people assume you don’t know what you’re doing and you want to throw up a lot of the time from stress and nervousness from being so intimidated. However when we do get in trouble, most of the time it is what is required and there are times when we get in trouble and it is well deserved. We are supposed to be confidential and what happens when you talk about something that happens within the hospital, you get in trouble! That’s it. Nothing more to it. We are supposed to tell our instructor of our plans for the day and we have to give detailed descriptions of our clients diagnosis and medications to them and when we don’t know something it’s normal for them to have to take the appropriate action, you have to know your client, you have to know what you’re talking about. There are times when your instructor does make you feel like an idiot, but they’re not trying to make you feel stupid they just want to know that you know what you’re talking about. So we have to keep our heads held high and whistle while we work. Just keeping our heads above water is tough enough but we have to be there with smiles on our faces even if they’re fake.

Oh to be young and carefree.... sigh

Lately I’ve been finding that I miss the days when I was young. I miss the carefree lifestyle, the fact that you can do whatever you want at anytime of the day because your schedule was so empty. I hate having to be an adult. All that responsibility can be so completely draining. I miss the days when the biggest stress in my world was whether or not it was going to rain (at which time I would not be able to get on my bike to ride to the swimming pool). I’ve been noticing a trend with my wave of nostalgia and it seems to come about at this time of the year when the kids are getting excited school’s coming to an end and summer begins. I like summer, I do, but when you work all the time it kinda kicks the fun (the carefree guy with a smile on his face) right out the window and leaves you with a schedule, bills, work, and some old lady in a black and brown dress suit wanting you to clean the floors for her. It sucks being an adult. Responsibility takes the place of freedom. Children don’t realize how free they really are. They are constricted in the rules and boundaries their parents give them but once you’re an adult you have so much more to worry about. You’re a prisoner to your own schedule and you plan out every aspect of your life. You even have to plan your vacation… plan a vacation? It’s like an oxymoron.

Care Bears+ caring lessons = essential cartoon show that should be played as reruns on TV

wow... long title!!!!

Well, I don’t want to admit this but, I figure since it’s triggered something for me to start writing… here it is.

I love the Care Bears! I’ve loved them for as long as I can remember. I am 22 years old and I think I love them as much now as I did back when I was 5.

I know terrible huh? Haha Well what they said got me on a rant…. Caring for people is important we have to care for each other to make the world a better place.. yeah yeah okay okay … cheesy and ridiculous I know! But maybe with everything that’s been happening in the world today maybe some people need to go back to kindergarten and learn about sharing and caring and be made to watch some episodes of Care Bears.

I love shifts at the hospital for clinical. You get to help patients during a time when they’re not at their best. When you do something nice for them it’s like you’ve gone so out of your way to do it, when it is something so minute that it feels like it’s something you’re supposed to do. Just out of kindness. The smallest act of kindness is nothing to me if I do it, but for some people that small act of kindness completely makes their day. I was raised to be the type to do anything for anyone if I can at all do it. I see friends walking in the cold, I refuse to let them walk and I give them a ride. But there are some people who forget about the small things and I think people need to start remembering those lessons we learned back when we were 5… cause it seems there are people who are forgetting those simple little lessons that got us through kindergarten and most of our childhood….

Eustress - You Stress - Your Stress!

One thing that is permanent in a nursing students life… well in any students life really. With papers, exams, feeble attempts at a social life in between all that and other commitments add to the wonderful world of a student! Student life=NO TIME. No time for alone time, family time, or any of the sort. Any sort of commitment outside of school makes you feel torn, with your loyalty dragged all over the place. Stress is a silly thing, theres bad stress that makes you feel crappy and it has serious effects on your health – pimples, eating habits, digestive problems, headaches, dehydration, overcaffeination! However somehow there is a good stress? … “Eustress”. What is eustress you ask? Eustress is defined as the stress that is healthy for us... apparently… somehow stress can be healthy?
Distress is the most commonly-referred to type of stress, having negative implications, whereas eustress is a positive form of stress, usually related to desirable events in a person's life. Both can be equally taxing on the body depending on a person's way of adapting to a change. The body cannot tell the difference between distress or eustress.
So wouldn’t that really mean that the outcome is the healthy part? Not the fact that the body is under stress. And the body can’t decipher the difference, so either way you’re under stress. How can that be healthy?
Stress is an interesting, unfortunately inevitable part of adult life. Especially for students; every possible aspect of a student’s life is stressful. It’s only understandable that most are alcoholics, caffeine addicts, insomniacs or even the other extreme of narcolepsy. Everyone is affected differently with stress and deals with it differently. I, personally, like to throw shit around and I tend to cry when I am seriously stressed out. Or I have a serious problem of just not dealing with the particular thing that's causing me stress; I know unhealthy blah blah. But we each have our ways of dealing with stress but sometimes you just need to act a little crazy. I hope each of you has found a healthy-ish way of dealing with stress and for those who have yet to find a way to deal, fret not, I have found the best stress relievers. Just a few tidbits found and made up to bring a little joy to your day.

This comes from one of my nursing lab books (slightly changed)
-Use your Mastercard to pay off your Visa
-Pop some popcorn without putting the lid on
-Write "out to lunch" on your forehead
-Lie on your back; eat celery, using your navel as a salt dipper
-When someone says, "Have a nice day" tell him or her you've got other plans.
-Stare at people through the lines of a fork and imagine they're in jail
-Move Caution: Wet floor signs to carpeted areas
-Dance naked in front of your pets
-Games of “Marco Polo” in inconvenient places
-Drive to work in reverse
-Go shopping, buy lots of clothes, exercise in them and return them the next day
-Get a box of condoms, then wait in line at the checkout counter and ask the cashier where the fitting rooms are
-Fill out your tax form in roman numerals
- Set up a desk and chairs in the elevator like it’s your office and ask anyone who comes on the elevator if they have an appointment
-Go into a Superstore, Walmart, Target and set all the alarm clocks so they go off at 10 minute intervals
-Go camping – in a store outdoor display

You can try the traditional stuff; going out for a night away from homework, drinking, sleeping, sex, meditation, reading, bubble baths, yoga etc. but are they as much fun as these?

Big Nerd!

I am possibly the biggest nursing nerd you’ll meet. I get excited over the weirdest things and I think gross things are cool. But for all you fellow nursing students and nurses out there you all know this is a requirement for the position. I have had bodily fluids spilled over me, I have seen wounds the size of my fist, I have changed a colostomy appliance, I have seen pitting edema that would make you wonder where all that fluid comes from, and there are things I've done that I'm sure would make people wonder if I am actually sane and normal (ex. I took a catheter tray home to practice my sterile technique, but I had to leave it in my car cause I had to work and I gave a girl a ride home at the end of the day and the kit was on the passenger seat). But that’s okay. I am a nursing student, to-be-nurse in 2 years and I love what I am doing and I love the weird, gross things that make other people cringe and want to vomit. I get excited over new things like giving injections and learning about new things and the smallest detail intrigues me. I am that much of a nerd I have starting writing as if I am charting when I leave notes for people. Like when I was at work last week I wrote a note to a colleague when a customer wanted to leave them a message. What did I write you ask? “A customer came in today. He stated that he would like to leave a message about the wedding this weekend.” I have used “denies”, “states that” and “complains of” in normal conversation more than I am proud of. I enjoy morbid or gross humor and it has a serious effect on my social skills. No one understands my jokes other than fellow nursing students to whom I gravitate like a magnet. No matter what room or social situation you put us nurses and students in guaranteed we will find each other and talk about bodily fluids and the bad smells we encounter over a nice big plate of food. I am a proud nursing student. Please be patient with me during this time of insanity

New blogger. Guilty as charged!

I am new to this whole blog world! I have never really aspired to create my own blog but I recently started reading my friends blog and she talks about how much she enjoys it...
So here I am.
I am hoping to use this place to tell stories of my crazy world and give anyone who reads this some insight into my brain. It's a scary place though I should warn you. I have many stories to tell and many, many opinions to share. Too many in fact.

But here we go!