The title of my blog

I have titled my blog "It's Time" because in my world it's always time for something.
-It's time to get up (ugh)
-It's time to get the kids up (what am I talking about, they've been up for an hour, miserable little...)
-It's time for breakfast (wait, not for me, I don't have time for breakfast)
-It's time for school (not just the kids, ALL of us)
-It's time to sit in lecture for four hours (Yeah! I get to sit down! And now my butt's asleep)
-It's time for clinical (Oh gosh, just let me do better than yesterday)
-It's time for lab (for the record, I do not like working with manequins, they are NOTHING like real patients)
-It's time to pick up the kids (while an hour at the park after school may be rejuvinating for them it's time for me to get eaten alive by these horrid tiny black bugs)
-It's time for chores (not mine, the kids', yes they do them now, yipee!)
-It's time for dinner (finally, dinner, I'm so hungry. What do you mean I have to cook?!)
-It's time for homework, class, clinical, soccer practice, and anything else we can fit into the next 2-3 hours before bed)
-It's time for the kids to go to bed (the hallelujah chorus plays loud and clear)
-It's lazy time (this is the time after the children are asleep when Brent and I watch T.V. and/or read for recreation, however there are dozens of other things we should be doing)
-It's time for me to go to bed (Brent doesn't have a bed time, I go to sleep around 10, I don't know when he goes to sleep, at some point during the night I notice the fan's been turned off, the windows are shut and it's become very hot in our room- then I know Brent must have gone to sleep)
-It's time to do it all again!! (Now you hear me crying)

Yesterday

Yesterday was one of those days. I began the morning on very little sleep (not uncommon, but still unpleasant). As you may know I am in nursing school. This semester my Mondays start bright and early with a clinical on a post-operation floor. This Monday started as any other until medication time. As a nursing student I am authorized to give meds to patients as long as my instructor oversees the entire process. There I am in the med room, I have a vial of medication in one hand and I am filling it with a little air from a syringe in my other hand. As I'm applying pressure to the plunger of the syringe my instructor tells me to draw it out. I think she's referring to the needle (she wasn't) so without releasing pressure (Pam I know you're cringing right now) I pull out the needle and medication sprays all over the front of me. Strike one.

Now I am in a patient's room. I am attempting to flush her g-tube (a tube for feeding and med administration that's inserted into her digestive tract through her abdomen). I have filled a needleless syringe with water, but there's too much air inside. I did the right thing, I turned away from the patient, but I applied too much force and shot water at her grandfather. Strike two.

I'm desperately trying not to die of embarrassment. I have attached the syringe to the g-tube port and I am beginning to flush the tube with water. Again, I apply too much pressure, and now the patient and I are drenched. Strike three, you're out.

Miserable and wet I finish my task and walk out into the hall where my instructor gives me a hug and a pep talk and sends me off to do paperwork.

Blogging

I've done it. I have become one of the many that are boldly going where all new e-journalists go. I am a blogger. The definition of blog is an online journal. The definition of blogger is a keeper of a blog. I am Holly, keeper of this blog, hear me complain.