Hey! It’s the Monopoly Guy!
Looks like somebody did not pass go and did not collect $200!
It’s not enough that he’s yelling at a nurse, but he’s yelling at the “Prettiest Nurse on the Staff“.
Little does he know that his upraised fist just earned him a “Chance” at some restraints. He may think his hospital is “Park Place” but if that fist makes contact he may find himself getting a little Baltic Avenue Haldol.
No comments regarding the “Community Chest”.
This blog is rated “G”, you know!
(I wonder if the Prettiest Nurse on the Staff gets a differential for that title?)
I had a “what the hell am I doing?” moment today.
My classes don’t start for another week, but all the information was up online as of yesterday. I decided to get organized, print out all the calendars/syllabi and make my DayRunner/Binder all nice and efficient.
Ten units. Three different sites. Three different usernames and three different passwords (four, if you count my new university email I have to use).
I felt just a wee bit overwhelmed.
I am a perfectionist and I don’t do “B”s.
Oh hell, that’s a lie. I got a ton of “B”s in nursing school. But that was then, when I was young and didn’t care as long as I passed.
I’ll be fine once it starts, I always am. I figure it this way: (a) my nursing assessment class will be a breeze because I’ve been “assessing” for almost thirty years. Unless they have come up with a new lung sound, I should be okay, (b) my statistics class will take the most time and (c) my writing class will be the most enjoyable.
Then there is the National Novel Writing Month in November. Fifty thousand words in thirty days. I still have not gone back to last year’s book yet. Last year I wrote about a young, enthusiastic male ER nurse. Maybe this year I’ll write about a nurse from the old school forced to go back to work at the age of sixty. By the time it is ever published, the average age of a registered nurse will be 92, so it won’t be that far fetched. I’m actually taking the month of November off, so it is doable!
I figured I’d lighten my mood with a bit o’ Calvin and Hobbes, although I hope my writing isn’t an “intimidating and impenetrable fog.” I have, however, read many research studies that can lay claim to that description.
Maybe I’ll be famous as the nurse known for “readable research”. What good is a bunch of mish-mash statistics?
Well, I’ll be up to my neck in mish-mash statistics, so hopefully I’ll find out.
Wish me luck.