Clinicals are officially over the semester—praise Flo (Florence Nightingale, that is)! I can retire that mix-matched blue thing of a uniform until late January—shoes too. Of course the last day dragged like hell, and as my luck would have it, I was assigned to one of Nurse Nasty’s patients. She was just as evil as before, except she wasn’t wearing her red scrubs today—still had her horns though. I started to object, but figured that we were only doing a half day and I could put up with her for that long. So I took a deep breath, went into the room where they were giving report and said good morning Nurse Nasty, I’m assigned to your patient, Ms. X today. “WHO?!?” she asks, looking at me as if I had a third eye. Silly me, I must have forgotten that she only recognizes her patients by room number. “Your patient in room 123,” I corrected myself. “Oh.” She then turns her back to me and proceeded to ignore me. I just went about my business; I didn’t have time for her crap. I wasn’t assigned to give meds that day and my patient was on dialysis for four out of the five hours I was there so I basically stayed in the patient’s room trying to keep her comfortable and learning a few things about dialysis from the tech that was running her treatment (in between the tech clipping her coupons of course).
In other news, one of my fellow students made a comment labeling me as “anal.” WTF was that about? I laughed it off at the time, but obviously, days later, I was still bothered by it otherwise I would not be tainting my blog with it. Wikipedia defines anal (retentive) as “a person with such attention to detail that the obsession becomes an annoyance to others…” Nice right? However, in the world of academia, we know that professors hate Wikipedia so I’ll try another source to see if it gets any better. Dictionary.com, defines anal-retentive as “indicating personality traits, such as meticulousness, avarice, and obstinacy, originating in habits, attitudes, or values associated with infantile pleasure in retention of feces.” Wow, all that? Well I’m glad she let me know what she really thinks of me. Thank you Mrs. Freud.
I’m sure she’s not the only one who feels that way. But what’s interesting is that other students don’t really seem to mind my anal-ness when they’re emailing me with questions about upcoming exams, quizzes, and papers—“I need to talk to you ASAP…call me.” And I wonder if I was being anal when I was out with my family and a student in my clinical group called, completely out of care plans (and we had two due the next morning), and I stopped at her house on my way home to bring her some more? Was that anal too? Though I’m sure only the most anal of nursing students ride around with extra care plans in their trunk… 🙂
I will admit to having a reputation for being a bit “extra” at times. I color-code my note cards and invested in Unbound Medicine’s Nursing Central (HIGHLY recommend!) for my iPhone 3G, though not required, so that I would have a good drug guide (among other resources) at my fingertips while at clinical—meanwhile they’re all scrambling for the one ancient drug book on the unit. I have a coworker who calls me “The Professor” and another student that has nicknamed me “Supa Dupa Student Nurse”—but I know it’s all in fun. Calling me anal though, I interpret a little differently. Over the years I have really gotten sick of taking other people’s shit for doing well and getting good grades. Contrary to popular belief, I bust my ass just like everyone else—I don’t just wake up in the morning with a 4.0 on my transcript. I have everything in the world counting against me and I’m still here, doing the damn thing. There’s nothing wrong with striving to be the best. Who wants a half-ass nurse anyway?
However, I did succumb to my Piscean sensitivity and emotionality and unfriended this person on Facebook. I didn’t do it in an elementary “you’re not my friend anymore!” type of way—because hey, we’re not kids in the sandbox. But my friends on Facebook are my “real” friends and family (on Myspace however, I only know about 2% of my 1400 friends—they’re mostly mob/mafia members for my apps!). I am sharing my real life and my journey through my updates on FB (and Twitter) and I don’t need negative energy or potential trolls in my circle. So I’m sorry if my “attention to detail” annoys you—but as I always like to say “I am who I am—your approval is neither desired nor required.”
UPDATE: My fellow nursing student and I have talked and worked things out. Gotta love the high-intensity stressed-out environment of nursing school where miscommunication runs rampant.