Welcome to the junior year. I am officially studying for my first exam of the semester. I'm so ready to graduate... too bad I have ten thousand million more years to go!
The lovely little university I am currently attending is ruining my life. First, they lose my CPR card. I am bombarded with ridiculous emails that I cannot attend class/clinical yada yada yada until I show them proof. (Hmm... I took you a copy two weeks ago and the secretary showed me that it is indeed on file?) Next, they lose my immunization record, so it appears that I am horrible crippled with disease, when in fact, I am property all shotted up. And finally, they chose to implement a lovely new rule that you have to prove you had chickenpox as a child. This means a blood test, which for most people would be relatively simple. No. Not for me! I am the girl with the missing veins. Where they went, I will never know! So it took 3 tries and a painful poke in my wrist of all places to get a small tube of blood to show my school, I did, in fact, have chickenpox when I was five years of age. I walked out of the hospital with three big bandaids: one on my wrist, one on my hand, and one on my arm. I felt bad for anyone getting their blood drawn that saw me; they were probably scared to death of those phlebotemists. Lol.
So, hopefully I will be up and posting again stories for my experience as a student nurse.
PS. Does anyone ever read this thing?
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