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3:43 p.m. - 2014-09-24 I like clinical much better than last year because my intructor is one of those smart-but-chronically disorganized people who seems to have some issues keeping her own shit together -- my astute personal observation, not an obvious issue. My last clinical instructor carried -- not wore-- her white lab coat in in the morning because it was starched and knife-creased beyond walking or sitting down in. Yipes. Her specialty was urology. Anyway. (If we had it bad, I imagine her husband had it worse.) I've noticed that a lot of people in nursing school, instructors included, don't have much of a sense of humor. For example, my instuctor asked me how my morning was and I told her that the doctor wanted a guaiac test done and "the patient was generous enough to provide." "Generous..." she said. "You mean that ... humorously?" "It was also a generous amount," I said, still deadpan. She gave me a sort of timid smile. "And everything else is going ... OK?" I think instructors don't expect nursing students to find shit humorous. Maybe it's because most of them are underexposed prior to nursing school, and therefore, don't. It takes a while for them to become like my favorite nurse Cathy, who I work with ... when she's planning on giving a patient a suppository, she'll tell me, "Oh, and tell Sharon I'll be up her ass in five minutes!" Anyway, clinical is over for the week, thank good, and now I have to study for the lecture exam on Monday while my kids are at their dad's for the afternoon. Over and out. m 0 comments
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