So this is what has been going on in my life. In a nutshell.
I had to do a demonstration of my nursing skills and keep the fake patient alive.
Apparently I did several things wrong.
Fake patient may have developed an infection due to my technique not being completely sterile.
Fake patient may have even died because of his infection.
We’ll never know.
Because fake patient is fake.
Bottom line: I’ve failed the course.
I have been struggling with whether or not medical nursing is even my thing.
I could redo this course next year, but honestly, I don’t want to.
I didn’t like the course the first time around.
Pretty sure I won’t like it the second time.
So now I’m at a crossroads…
…no that’s not even true.
I have no plans on crossing any roads.
I just don’t want to stay in my faculty anymore.
Unless the teachers suddenly decide I’m indispensible to the program and tell me they made a terrible mistake and I actually did execute flawless hand washing technique.
I have options though.
I can become a yoga instructor.
I would have to go away for a month to some really ‘om’ like retreat, and serenity isn’t my strong suit, but I’d get to work on my flexibility, and I’m sure my husband would really appreciate my newfound ability to wrap my legs around my ears.
I could get a job a Lulu Lemon, and then I’d get employee discounts, and I’d have a rockin’ wardrobe.
I could get a job like the girl I saw at the bar on Saturday night.
This young lady stands on a stage and dances all night.
She wears what I can only describe as an awkward bikiki and fuzzy knee high boots.
Thing is, though, I get chilly quite easily, and I suspect the bar owners wouldn’t approve of me working my moves wrapped in a fleece hoodie and sweatpants.
Not to mention, if I was going to embrace this particular profession, I’d rather do it in an establishment where I had a pole nearby and the men weren’t too cheap to stuff a few dollar bills in my awkward bikini.
I could blog professionally.
However, that would require that someone would actually hire me for my thought provoking and well constructed posts.
In an attempt at optimism, I’m going to say that this is still a possibility.
Some big name corporation is eyeing me up as we speak to sign me on to a multi-million dollar contract, which will not only give me creative freedom, but will also include all the free Lulu Lemon yoga pants that I want.
Or I could move into a different style of nursing. Psychiatric nursing.
I have all the prerequisites.
I’ve spoken to the registrar’s office at a different university and they want me to apply. Like now.
And quite honestly, after all the stress I’ve been through this year at my current university, it’s kind of nice to have people saying, “Let us know as soon as you can, we will save you a spot!”
They like me, they really like me.
And let’s not forget that I don’t necessarily have to do anything at all.
It’ll soon be summer.
I can work on my tan.
Go for runs.
Watch General Hospital.
And eventually want to bash my head in with the cupcake tin from boredom.
hmmm….death by dessert pan or fulfillment from going to school and scoping out the hot profs?
…it’s a toughy…
If you don’t hear from me in the next few days send out the search party: I may have drowned myself via buttercream icing.