Thanks for all the pozzivibes!

This is going to be a bit scattered and rambling.

The test was not hard, as in "What the hell is this? We never covered this in class!"

The test was hard in that there was more than one possible answer for about half of the questions. Diabetic person is hypoglycemic..do you give juice or candy? Either one could be right, dependent on the amount. Person is in a cast, are they at risk for Compartment Syndrome or Disuse Syndrome? Uh, both.

I am just relieved it is over. Now on to cancer and Women's health. I had to go to the hospital to pick a patient for pre-assignment. There are two patients with cellulitis. I really wanted to work this diagnosis up, so I pull the first chart. Pt is 100 years old and on contact isolation. Hmmmm......Pull the second chart. Pt is HIV+. Hmmmm......Bartholin's abcess looking pretty good at this moment.

I decided that I would go with HIV+ pt. Not giving injections or drawing bloods, so no risk of needle sticks. So I have all my info, and will do my workup tonight and tomorrow night for Saturday.

My friend Kim and I were contemplating the expanding waistlines of our classmates, and ourselves (we're being honest here, right?) Well, not so much Kim, because she reads nursing textbooks on the stairmaster, and has the metabolism of a hummingbird. (hate her) She asks why do I think most of us are gaining weight? Well, I tell her, unlike you, most of us can not read this stuff and exercise at the same time. You can't read it and watch tv. You can't read it and do anything that requires any sort of concentration. You can't read it lying down, because it will put you to sleep (and it doesn't get absorbed through osmosis. I tried.). A lot of us feel that we can't spare a minute to make a proper meal and are subsisting on fast-food. And really, it seems the only thing that one can do while trying to absorb all this information is eat.

It's a bit sad that as future health care providers, one of the things we are sacrificing to do this is our own health.

The husband and I are having a date night on July 15. A real date night. One where we get all dressed up, do dinner and the theater. I am so excited! We are going to a program called Amal Hayati, which translated means "The Passion of my Life." It's a bellydance show, but one that is produced for the theatre.

Of course Willie is going to see the girls shimmy in skimpy costumes (he was lured into going by a postcard with sloe-eyed, large-breasted women). I am going because I love bellydance.

Actually, I love just about all kinds of dance, and I would love to take ballroom dancing lessons. However, I would have no partner, because the husband refuses to step foot on any dance floor anywhere. :P

This year will make our 13th year being married. We have danced together exactly twice, and both times were at our own wedding.

Perhaps this weekend, I can start a new sock. Then, I can have some mindless stockinette to occupy my hands while I read about cancer.

W. :)