We completed our second week of school this past Thursday, with a not so good outcome. Not a good experience, but one that I have definitely learned from and will do better going forward.
This whole process has been very eye opening and has taken some adjustments. They all said ‘it’s going to be hard’, ‘prepare to live, eat, and drink it’, ‘you’ll have no life once you start the program’. They knew what they were talking about, but I don’t think they took into account if you owned a home, were single, had to work, and had medical bills on top of your school bills to pay out of pocket on a part time income. It’s all VERY stressful. But fortunately for me, I’ve been blessed. I received a scholarship that will cover the cost of my books, I was given a student loan (which I have to pay back eventually…but at least I will have some ‘cushion’ in the bank in case my ends don’t meet); I’ve had family and friends give me financial gifts that have helped tremendously, and as a big kicker one of my medical bills is being reduced. God is good!! He will take care of me, I just need to let him.
Th whole study, teaching, thought process of this program is totally different than any I have been in before. It’s definitely not black/white and you have to think outside of the box on a lot of things. I think the program itself is a teaching mechanism because nursing is not black/white; each patient you have will be different than the last. Even though they may have the same illness they will take to different treatments and procedures differently ~ we have to be able to handle each situations as it is and adapt to the fact that even though it’s the same, it’s different.
I’ve designated Thursday as ‘cry night’ if need be. I don’t have classes on Friday this semester, so Thursday night is one that I can relax just a little and it’s not cram time or I don’t have to worry about having something done for the next morning. When my body relaxes apparently the only thing it can do is have water seepage from my tear ducts, and I cry. The stress from the week hits and it’s like…’oh wow, I made it’. Fourteen more weeks!!
Well, though it’s been great venting a little and sharing…it’s time for me to go work for a bit and then hit the books. My first big test is Monday (one out of four for my class grade in Geriatrics). One thing…life is never dull anymore.