Monday, June 20, 2016

Sunday-Night / Monday-Morning Hot Mess

It's Friday towards the end of the work-day. You are making a mental image of what to tackle this upcoming weekend. If you're really lucky, this started on Thursday, but for many its Friday. As a graduate student, I some times (not always) procrastinate certain things to be done on the weekend. Why? Well, because there is endless time on weekends.

You may laugh out of ridiculous or your own experience, but for some reason I have this deluded thinking there is an vast amount of time from Friday afternoon to Sunday at bedtimes. It available only on the weekends to get everything done. Friday comes around and often I have this huge list already written down somewhere (or electronic nowadays) what is going to be done by me. I am the get it done champ of the to-do lists, master of organization.

What actually happens? Friday to-dos get pushed to Saturday. Then on Saturday morning (well its Saturday for sakes) you sleep in and half a day wasted. Somewhere in the logic of the moment, I assure myself I've worked so hard I deserve a day off. This of course does what? It pushes Friday to-dos that were pushed to Saturday along with Saturday to-dos for Sunday. Sunday might get a few things in the apartment and a few TV shows caught up, but then Sunday night gets here.

OH CRAP.

I have to do all those must-dos now. The symptoms of a diagnosis called SNMMHM (Sunday night/ Monday morning hot mess) starts. Its begin with buggy blinking eyes (turn red for some), sometimes there is crying, the fingers fidget, restless leg(or feet) syndrome is common, craving for sugar and coffee, stomach cramps from nerves (and sugar and coffee), headache from tension and from perceived failure, and then lack of sleep cranks it all up a notch. You have a Sunday night hot mess.
Guilty again. Back to work

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Grades and Nurses

What are academic grades? In elementary, high school and undergrad college; grades were something I would strive and try to calculate endlessly. Why? Did the letter assigned to my knowledge reflect my actual intellect? When I was in nursing school, I dropped that fret for the perfect grades. Yes, they were nice to get, but no one makes great grades in nursing school, or no one I know will admit.

We had a motto in nursing school, "C=RN". I didn't understand the phrase entirely at first, but when I found myself passing courses by the "skin of my teeth", I finally understood. To tell you the truth, I don't think the perfect grade nurses actually made great nurses in practice. I am sure they were a walking reference for facts, but throw them in a trauma center on day one or a patient has cardiac arrest, can they apply that knowledge to the situation.

You see, I went to an associate degree nursing school. We were trained to perform at a highly skilled level. The process, muchly I've heard compares to the military, by weeding out the weak and narrowing down the candidates. The school I attended had a perfect passing rate of the nursing boards on the firat try. The local hospitals needed nurses ready to work at full or near full capacity STAT. When we graduated, I was hired into a highly-regarded emergency department in a busy city, and I felt I was prepared to handle the arena, or knew how to ask for "HELP!"

Now, I am by no means saying that Bachelorette prepared nurses in that area I graduated are not good nurses. On the contrary they are excellent nurses. I'm saying that straight A students with any degree in any field, sometimes have trouble performing in the real world. To react quickly and appropriately is a learned skill often attributed to real-world experience under stress and pressure from the environment (and your boss too). The idea of perfectionism can become so illusive, many lose sight of reality. For some, it can inflict insanity further isolating them from others.