On the upswing
It’s amazing what a few days of lifting weights watching some good rugby videos and reading entertaining WWII books can do for the soul.
It’s amazing what a few days of lifting weights watching some good rugby videos and reading entertaining WWII books can do for the soul.
My mind is all over the place. I have a hard time concentrating on a given task for any amount of time. I recently listened to a broadcast where a preacher admitted to his bout with depression and that a person can only tolerate hyper-stimulation (my school program) for so long before they even realize that something is terribly wrong. I can relate. I’ve been there before. I had a bout for about 6 months several years ago. I was lucky in the sense that I was still able to function but just could not place my finger on this lingering feeling of utter emptiness and activities that normally brought me joy were now tedious. I had an immense social schedule and a relationship had just gone sour but I tried to fabricate that everything was going hunky dory by filling my schedule to the brim. I at times feel like I am at that same edge again as I am on my 2-week summer break and have a hell of a time trying to relax. I blame our program going a million miles a minute and then you just… stop. But there are other underlying factors that I can’t hold to the system. It runs in the family. Even winning major recognition from your professors doesn’t seem to appease the feeling yet I know I have chosen the right profession. I am dreading the start-up of school next week to finish the last 2½ months and I haven’t been sleeping and I cannot relax for the life of me when I need it most. I sleep a couple of hours a night and I am exhausted. I never thought it would happen to me just like I used to make fun of people with back pain until I began to experience it myself due to sports injuries from rugby. This disease sucks.
My wife and I recently moved back to the town she grew up in so I could attend nursing school. I have had the privilege to spend a majority of my clinical time in a burn ICU. I failed at the opportunity today to do something that the professors have been trying to instill in us for the past 8 or so months that is an essential aspect of nursing care: Educating the general public. We were on our way home and had to fill the truck with gas when a hail storm hit our town. Much to my surprise, a carload of folks came whipping under the cover of the gas station at our corner grocery store and the female passenger chucked a cigarette butt out the window onto the asphalt. The glare I received after I watched the butt hit the ground could have frozen hell. The sheer lack of concern or pure ignorance amazes me. I only hope is that in the future she doesn’t end up on the unit along with the 20 (unaware), or uncountless others that she put at risk for her actions. She needs to see the pain and agony of our patients that have been harmed by the thoughtless action of others. I haven’t lost hope in common sense…yet. It will warm the cockles of my professors heart’s that I will not pass up another opportunity.
My brain has been mush with the full week of pediatrics and tests and papers and reflective journals and… and… and… It’s summer break!!! Time flies when you’re having fun or busier than a one-legged man in a butt kicking contest. I now have three weeks to work on the house, rest, relax, study for the NCLEX and get vamped up for the last 2 ½ months of school before the real deal begins. Man, am I ever ready. My classmates are in the same boat and feel much the same way I do. Ragged, worn out and ready for margaritas. We are all very ready for August to be here so we can begin our respective careers. I am off to relax… and catch up on some blogging also.