Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Body Worlds 2 - best use of money EVER

I went to the Body Worlds 2 exhibit today with KL, a fellow nursing student and fundus-chop joke maker. It was by far the best use of money ever.

We got to the exhibit at the Maryland Science Center around noon, and parked in a lot that charged an exorbitant amount of money. Alas, I'd rather pay parking fees than come back to find my car up on blocks from the hooligans in Baltimore.

I got scared when we walked up to the building (covered with an enormous picture of this guy to the left). Not because of the picture but because of the fifty thousand field-trip kids running around outside. I put a mean face on, and they stayed away from me. If you don't already know, I strongly dislike kids of any age unless I know them and they aren't jackasses. (Sick kids don't count...unless they are just brats.) Once we got inside and bought our ticket, I realized there weren't any kids in the Body Worlds portion of the science center, so I felt much better about things.

I could write for hours on how amazing this exhibit was. But I'll spare you and just hit the high points...

There were dozens and dozens of specimens, from all different body systems. There were brains, brains with hemorrhagic strokes visible, CNS and PNS pieces, healthy lungs, smoker's lungs, and coal miner's black lungs. There were healthy aortas, arteriosclerosis aortas, AAA aortas, and plenty of hearts. I saw reproductive systems, urinary systems, and every other system possible. If you could think of an organ, I probably saw it.

While these were all cool, even cooler were the "slices" of body. These were like cross-sections, and they ranged from slices of brain to thoracic cavity to whole person. The whole-body slices were amazing, because some were an inch or so thick and allowed for organs to be kept intact while sectioning out the overall body. It's like looking at a CT scan...except it's a body. Right in front of you.

But clearly the slices aren't what we came for; let's be real. We wanted to see whole plastinated bodies. And we did. And they were amazing. These bodies were positioned in ways that would highlight certain muscle groups, skeletal structure, organs, or nervous system structures. I can't even begin to describe how amazing it was to be nose-to-nose with a real body. I could lean in and see exactly what a muscle looked like. I could see how every joint was held together, how every muscle attached to something, how each part had it's place. There were some bodies positioned in athletic poses, which only emphasized how amazing the human body really is. Every single body was posed to show something different, and I gained something from every one.

There have been criticisms of this exhibit from many different people, but I found it to be a wonderfully classy display of the amazing human body. We are so delicate, but so tough. We are so perfect, but prone to so many imperfections. We are born relatively healthy, but we tend to disrupt that. We are so frail, but able to do so many things. In short, our bodies are amazingly glorious creations and this is the first time I've ever been able to look under my skin and see myself. Through all the skin and hair and outside persona, we are each made of thousands of moving parts which intertwine so perfectly together. While I did dissect a cadaver last year, it became clear that we did a bang-up job and came nowhere close to showcasing the true beauty of the human body.

I believe in Christ as my creator and designer, but even if you hold a different view the bodies were no less amazing. I am so glad I had the chance to see these bodies through all the different perspectives offered: I saw an educational anatomy exhibit. I saw a humbling lesson in how powerful my God is in creating something so intricate. I saw an artistically beautiful display of what could have been a highly offensive subject matter. And I saw the selfless gift of self when I learned how each person consciously committed to donating their bodies after death to this institution. Whatever objections you have to this exhibit, I would highly encourage you to rethink them. It was beautiful. That might sound ridiculous, but it's the only word I can think of to even suggest how I saw it.

In summary, this is the best $23 ticket I've ever bought - hands down, no lie.

Pictures are borrowed from the Body Worlds website, which happens to be www.bodyworlds.com.en. You should all go check it out. Don't forget to give some mental props to the creator, Gunther von Hagens. And then you should drive yourself to the Baltimore Inner Harbor, park yourself in the very expensive parking lot, buy yourself a ticket at the Maryland Science Center, and go see this wonder for yourself. Then you'll see why I've been rambling.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Tom Cruise Crazy

While perusing the wonder that is YouTube with my friends Nick and Kaley, we discovered this little nugget of gloriousness. And let me preface your watching of it with this statement: there has never been a more truthful song on YouTube (added bonus of it being super catchy).

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Reflection time

It's hard sitting around trying to think of things to do. It's even harder when I am stuck on the Eastern Shore in BFE. The only thing to do around here is eat, which also happens to be the one thing I can't do.

So I thought I'd take the time to reflect on what I've learned this semester, and how far I still have to go.

1. Time management is key. Get a planner. Your life is mapped out for you and the only possible way to stay on top of school is to know exactly when things are due, how many are due in one day, and how many will be due but which the professor won't ever mention again. Keeping up with what was due was the main way I reduced stress. I was constantly busy and overwhelmed, but I always knew what I had to do so nothing was a surprise. Also, I never left anything until the last minute - which was a huge change for me. I love to procrastinate, but it just isn't possible in an accelerated nursing program.

2. Be an overachiever, at least at first. Try to get the best grades possible on the first round of tests. If that means studying every spare minute you have leading up to the test, do it. The grades you get on the first test help determine what your grades will be in the class, and it's tough to swing an A or B if you're trying to recover from a poor first test. Also, finals are stressful enough without having to worry about passing. If you work hard throughout the semester, it will pay off.

3. Social lives don't exist. Get over it. Sure, I have friends in school and we spend a lot of time together. But much of that time is spent discussing nursing or studying. The local bar on Thirsty Thursday? Not happening. The campus club you've been in? Can't go. It sucks that I don't get to hang with friends as often as I'd like. But I know that sacrificing 18 months of social life will make me a nurse. That payoff is well worth it. Besides, I do fun things occasionally - just not on an every week basis. How do I squeeze in fun stuff in this hectic schedule? Time management!

4. Love what you are doing. No matter how many ridiculous care plans, busy work assignments, weekly quizzes, exams, study sessions, movie assignments and skills checkoffs you have to do, remember one thing - you'll be a nurse when it's all over. This semester is over and I realize that all the hard work I put into is has paid off. I retain information, I know how to study, I critically think, and I've learned skills. I still have a long ways to go but I'm making progress and I'm loving every second of it. I can't wait to be a nurse!

*This blog post is not written very well. But cut me some slack, because I am on pain meds and I'm having trouble concentrating on this computer screen right now. CNS sedation? It's true.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Margaritas, packing, and tooth pulling

Drinking margaritas while trying to focus on packing up a bedroom is a daunting task- kind of like pulling teeth. Just kidding. These three things have nothing in common for this story.

I spent Friday night with a bunch of friends, just relaxing after the semester. We all went out for Italian food at a local restaurant, then headed back to AB's house for margaritas and dancing. And other slightly inappropriate but hilarious activities. I'll just say that I haven't worked those muscles in a while! But it was great fun to be able to kick back and have a good time with friends without having to worry about studying. I had almost forgotten what it was like to have a social life...

I then spent all day Saturday packing, and can only come to one conclusion: I have WAY TOO MUCH crap. How is it possible to pack so much stuff into one room? It's not even like I contributed anything to the house, so I only have what is in my room. Boxes are stacked three high, and I kept finding shoes in random places. I can't be sure how one got on top of my closet shelf. A mystery to be sure. But at any rate, I've got most everything together and will be moving next week to my new apartment. After I spend a week at my parents' house (and their pool!).

Speaking of home, I am laying on the couch right now with a large bowl of jello, glass of ginger ale, and a decent sized prescription of vicodin. I had a flare up with fibromyalgia, and popped over to the nearest ED to get myself some happy pills. Actually, I had my bottom two wisdom teeth pulled this morning, and I'm not feeling too happy. I do have vicodin, but I wouldn't classify them as happy pills. They are more like reduce-your-pain-but-make-you-constipated pills, and no one is happy when they can't poo. I can feel my face swelling and my cheeks bruising. I can't eat anything except jello and milkshakes, when all I want is steak with a side of steak. At any rate, this is not a fun way to start my first week of summer. Oh well. At least I get to lay around for three days with an excuse.

And on that note, I'm going to bed. I hope I don't looked like a chipmunk tomorrow, but I wouldn't bet on it.

Friday, May 16, 2008

DONE!

I'm done the semester! Big sigh of relief from me.

It went well, I made honor society (I think!), I got a decent GPA, and I am done.

I'll reflect later on what I learned this semester and how far I've come...but for now, it's party time!

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Snark is my middle name

In the past month, I think I have managed to offend just about every single person I know. Whether I have been an ass to you in person, or have typed something that was mean, or sent a death glare your way...I've been a jerk.

Let me apologize: I'm sorry.

But let me explain my snarky ways, and thus defend myself!

1. I have no verbal filter. Almost everyone is mean at some point, but most have the ability to bite their tongue and not say the snappy comment. I have no such self-control. If I think it, I say it. Woe be upon you if you happen to be in the same room when I make the comment. I like to think it is now your problem for hearing it, not mine for saying it. On a side note, there are very few people that I will actually comment about. Fundus Chop and BS (and their associates) are really the only ones who qualify for this honor.

2. When I'm stressed, I get cranky. When I get cranky, I get short-tempered, and woe be upon you if you say something I don't 100% like. You'll get a death glare from me. If you're very lucky, I might also add a snarky comment, but this is rare.

3. I do respect Liberal Arts degrees. I have one myself, a BA in Interpersonal Communications. I just don't respect the relative workload during finals week, when I'm slaving over cumulative finals and the threat of failing out of the nursing program while the bubbly CMAT/Philosophy/Graphic Design/Drawing major two rows in front of me tries to remove her boyfriends' vocal cords with her tongue. Woe be upon you if you are in the same work area as me when I witness this, because I will probably insult your major.

4. I am inappropriate, but only at the times I choose. If you are inappropriate and I deem your timing as subpar, I'll give you the "I disapprove of your comment" stare. Really, maturity is only needed when I deem it so. Woe be upon you if you don't match your timing to mine.


So in all, I'm a snarky and offensive person when I'm cranky, and I'm usually only cranky around finals week. I apologize if I have pissed any of you off.


But I doubt I'll ever find my verbal filter, so I'll probably continue to piss people off. You should probably just learn to deal with it :)

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Boo hiss...

Item Grade Statistics Comments
Exam #1 Maternity: 78.00 (out of 100.00)
Exam #2 Maternity: 88.00 (out of 100.00)
Exam #3 Maternity: 88.00 (out of 100.00)
Exam #4 Peds: 90.00 (out of 100.00)
Exam #5 Peds: 100.00 (out of 100.00)
Exam #6 Peds: 92.00 (out of 100.00)
Final Grade: 89.40

Sometimes, maybe it's better to not be an overachiever. Then you don't get stuck in situations like this. Boo hiss!

However, there is a lesson to be learned here: When you don't make the A, it is no one's fault but your own. Don't go point grub to the professors, don't whine about the notes that may or may not have been handed out (it's in the book. read it!), don't complain about the unfairness of it all. In the end, it comes down to one thing. You didn't score high enough on the test and you didn't make the A. Deal with it.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mother's Day


To all the mothers, thank you.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Preceptor

I met my preceptor today for the nurse externship this summer...and I'm very excited! She's only been out of school for a year, but everyone tells me that she is a great nurse and that I'll learn a lot from her. We went out to dinner today, and I think we're going to get along great. She's my age, which is fun, because I think we'll have a lot in common and I'll be able to relate to her much better than someone twice my age.

All in all, I'm ten times more excited than I was before, because it's real now that I'll be in the ED this summer. I've met my preceptor, so there's no way I'm dreaming it up! :)

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Dangit!

I've made it seven years without a traffic ticket. Until today. Boo.

It's just not fair to pick off the car in the back of the pack (me!) when the entire pack is traveling at a not-that-high rate of speed. Even worse is the fact that the section of road I was on has NOTHING on it! No houses, no lights, no gas stations...just lots of trees. You could land a jetliner on this stretch of highway. Hell, if you ran off the road you'd probably never be found!

Okay I was speeding a little...but aren't there plenty of drug dealers that need busting? Maybe meth labs? Maybe even kids from this fraternity. Leave me alone! I'm a poor college student, I don't even have the money to pay the ticket. So I'll see you in court, asswipe.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Oh s**t!

I had my last adult clinical today. Although I don't graduate until next semester, we won't have any more adult clinicals for the remainder of school. Psych doesn't really count, since we won't do a lot of true patient care in terms of meds or skills. It's a little scary, considering I've now "learned" everything I need to know about adult med-surg nursing.

While I know clinicals can't ever truly prepare you for what the real nursing world is like, it's strange that we get two semesters of one-day-a-week adult med-surg, and when it's over...it's over. We're now expected to have a firm grasp on what med-surg is like, even though we never had more than 2 patients, always had preclinical and time to research the patients, never got to do anything without supervision, and rarely had the opportunity to practice clinical skills.

All I can say is...if I were to be turned loose tomorrow, I might accidentally kill someone.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Take it somewhere else...

Dear Ditzy Bubblehead Blonde,

I know that it's important to accompany your boyfriend every waking moment. I know your relationship might suffer if you aren't able to tell him how much you wuv him each time you look over at him. But really, following him into the computer lab so you can suck face isn't the most appetizing thing to witness.

Those of us unfortunate to be stuck in a computer lab at 2:45 on a Friday afternoon don't want to see you and your boyfriend attached at the lips the entire time we're in there. Also, we're not really sure why you and him are even in this particular computer lab. In case you didn't notice, this is the nursing floor...the liberal arts building is across campus. Just follow the art folders, "I'm thinking about being on the 6-year plan, thanks to failing that last philosophy class," and grammatically incorrect paper trail, and you'll find it.

So next time your boyfriend wants to be semi-studious, encourage him to go to a more private computer lab. That way, we can all get our work done and I don't have to worry about losing my lunch.

Thanks,
Shrtstormtrooper