Do you ever have one of those days when you think to yourself “This could only happen to me”?
I seem to have them all the time. For example, on the first day of my recent placement I was walking up to the hospital and was very near the entrance when SPLAT! A seagull managed to cover me head to toe in seagull poop. I was literally dripping in the stuff. Well you can imagine the impression I made as I walked into the unit and had to spend twenty minutes combing the stuff out of my hair before starting my shift.
Or there was the time when a Nurse Practitioner asked me to get him up some bedpan liners. I looked at him blankly and told him there was no such thing and I didn’t know what he was talking about…
I am now experiencing the delightful task that is potty training for boys. My little boy has decided he wants to wear big boy pants. Great I think to myself, I’m on my holidays so I can concentrate on getting him out of nappies instead of concentrating on university work. I have however, one major obstacle standing in the way of the potty training – he won’t wee in the potty. The sofa, my shoes, his sisters toy box, the stairs, the bath, the washing machine and the kitchen floor have all experienced wet patches, the potty has stayed remarkably dry. “Only me” I think to myself as my little man once again refuses to try the potty or the toilet but remains adamant that he wants to be a big boy and wear big boy pants. I’m sure the learning curve I will experience over the next few weeks will stand me in good stead for when I get back on the wards. My children have taught me many things, but one of the most valuable lessons I have learnt is patience. I am certainly learning how to be very, very patient at the moment.
I am also waiting for my exam results to come through. I have decided I don’t like exams. My partner doesn’t like me having exams either – I get very stressed and grumpy. I seriously don’t think people understand the stress that exams put students under. I have struggled so much over these past few months. Not just with university and placement, but with everything else going on in my life, throwing an exam into the pot just added to my stress levels. The exam was partly on pharmacokinetics. Pharmacology and I have a mutual dislike for each other, I understand the reasons for why I need to understand pharmacology, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it or enjoy it. This time next week the postman will develop a nervous disposition as I start lurking by the front door waiting for him to bring my results. Fingers crossed I did enough to pass.
Being on holiday from university and placement means I have the opportunity to spend quality time with my children. While I’ve been occupied with my exam my little boy learnt the word “no” – he usually bellows it at the top of his voice before throwing himself down on the floor and having a silent protest that can last seconds or, on one occasion, 20 minutes in the middle of my local supermarket. My little girl has decided she is in charge and makes the rules in our house. I haven’t figured out if technically I can still class this as terrible two’s as she’s almost four, or just a girl thing and she takes after her mother. If it’s the latter, then the teenage years will certainly be interesting. But for the next few weeks I am going to relax, take my children out, enjoy them and forget about being a student nurse for a while.