It's been a while since I touched on this topic because.. well.. I didn't feel like boring you all. Then I got over that whole issue so sit down and prepare to pretend to be interested in my life.
I got in. I'm not sure that I mentioned that but... yeah... I got in. Classes start January 6th. I will graduate with a BSN sometime in May of 2016. Two and a half years for a four year degree is really not bad but it's also very terrifying. That kind of accelerated course load is going to be a strain on my sanity, especially with my adorible little boy to love and snuggle on.
sleepy burrito baby is sleepy
December 5th was new student orientation.. which I successfully nursed my way through as I lacked a babysitter. The dean seemed amused, honestly. A couple of the younger students seemed horrified. I'm taking bets on if they manage to graduate if a nursing mother is a reason for horror.
I just ordered my uniforms and books (the cost - don't ask. dear flying spaghetti monster!) and did all my HIPPA and OSHA stuff and now I'm trying to get all my compliance paperwork in order. This means I need to:
Get my CPR card (it's been a few years.. I let it lapse. Ughs)
Get enough blood work done to drain me to the dregs.. or so I keep saying.
Get yet MORE shots. I've had two so far and I'm looking at at least two more.
Get my TB test done.
Oh, and I still need to pick up a few more things for my uniform (a watch.. some long sleeved white shirts.. nothing exciting.) And while I am worrying about all of that.. and freaking out inside about the inevitable coarse load and clinicals and.. arghsssssssssss.. yet.. this still rocks: