Hey N6ers,
Anyone interested in trading books????? I have the Thelans critical care and the syllabus.
If you rather sell your book thats fine. Please let me know.
Fazia@comcast.com
Friday, October 20, 2006
Thursday, October 19, 2006
CONGRATS!!!!!
We are so awesome guys!!! 100% pass rate for N7!!!! Take a deep breath and get for for N6 (ha ha!)
Just a reminder...I NEED PICTURES STILL..... I know that there are those of you that have some for me still and I want to make sure nobody is left out of our slide show. Okay
Enjoy your weekend.
Just a reminder...I NEED PICTURES STILL..... I know that there are those of you that have some for me still and I want to make sure nobody is left out of our slide show. Okay
Enjoy your weekend.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Need Supplemental Help?
Hey y'all. I have just struck paydirt with learning links for tutorials, quizzes, charts, graphs, slide shows, animations, simulations and anything else you can think of to help your individual learning style. This is a great find for visual and kinisthetic learners.
This link will take you to a medical site that has 9 pages of links. Each page has around 100 links. Check it out and share anything that you find helpful with the rest of us.
Medical Learning Links
The Student Nurse's Prayer
Dear Lord: I know we go through this every day but please give me the knowledge
as to why I actually wanted to go to nursing school.
Lord, give me the strength to make it through
those boring three hour lectures without falling asleep.
Lord, please give me the patience to make it through twelve hour clinicals
with instructors that can't just give you the right answer
and on the same note, give the nurses the ability to remember
what it was like to be a student and give us just a little more respect.
Lord, give me the endurance to read all the assigned readings
and be able to remember it when I am taking a test with four right answers.
Lord, give my family and friends the ability to realize
I really am on the edge of insanity.
Finally, Lord, give me the vision to see that one day I will be a real nurse
and I will never have to wear this ugly uniform again.
by Meredith Joyner
Inspirational Page
as to why I actually wanted to go to nursing school.
Lord, give me the strength to make it through
those boring three hour lectures without falling asleep.
Lord, please give me the patience to make it through twelve hour clinicals
with instructors that can't just give you the right answer
and on the same note, give the nurses the ability to remember
what it was like to be a student and give us just a little more respect.
Lord, give me the endurance to read all the assigned readings
and be able to remember it when I am taking a test with four right answers.
Lord, give my family and friends the ability to realize
I really am on the edge of insanity.
Finally, Lord, give me the vision to see that one day I will be a real nurse
and I will never have to wear this ugly uniform again.
by Meredith Joyner
Inspirational Page
Monday, October 02, 2006
Morning Glory
ADVANCE Online’s favorite nurse-humorist, Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal, RN, returns with another hilarious look at life both on and off the clock.
By Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal, RN
When I was growing up, my father woke us up some mornings.
He would come into our rooms singing:
"Good morning to you, good morning to you, we’re all in our places with bright shining faces, oh what a good way to start a new day!"
Other days my mother would wake us up singing:
"Hey, what do you know, 'tis morning already, here comes the sun . . ."
What nice parents I had!
Well, until I turned 15 anyway. I don’t know what happened to them then. They got better again later, about the time I turned 20, I think. Guess they just had a bad spell for a few years.
Having been awakened in such a pleasant way every day of my formative years you will probably be pretty certain that I make sure my children start their days off in a similar way.
I would like for you to think so, in fact I encourage it.
Imagine, me, up, scrubbed, dressed in an I Love Lucy morning outfit carrying a tray into each of my children with something hot and sweet to drink and a bud vase with a daffodil festively bobbing its head along the way.
Go on thinking that.
Just don’t bet any large amounts of money on it.
Mornings around here are not unpleasant, depending on your tolerance for noise and hullabaloo, but they don’t start off with singing.
Here’s how it is typically, on a day I don’t work. Because when I do work I leave early and I have no idea how they get bathed and dressed and fed without me.
Both my husband and I are early risers. Typically I will have been up long enough in the morning to have become pretty deeply involved in some project before it is time to wake the kids up.
Then I will suddenly realize that it is ten minutes until 7 a.m. and we are late. I screech, “Why?!” because I usually don’t want to quit what I am doing.
So, instead of singing "Good morning to you” when I enter my children’s bedrooms, I usually shriek:
"Wake up! Feet on the floor! You’re late!"
I think this is a very effective way to wake the children up.
Not only does it rouse them, but it scares the pudding out of them and their little hearts pitty-pat from 60 beats a minute straight to a respectable 160 beats a minute.
This is bound to be good for their cardiovascular health. Plus they get a massive dose of good old vitamin A— as in adrenaline — right off the bat. This has the happy side effect of completely clearing their heads of any residual sleepiness. They are up, they are pumped and they are ready for battle.
Forget OJ. The double shot of fight or flight juice my kids get is a great way for them to start the day.
Not only are they wide awake and raring to go, but they are also in the right mind set for the great Bathroom Battle. We have an old house with nice big bedrooms and lots of sunshine and windows and a great big yard — and one shower.
We have tried to compensate for this with an enormous water heater, but you still don’t want to be the last guy in line.
Things are a little better now that the girls are gone most of the time. They took the art of make-up application to new heights, often taking upwards of 30 minutes to perfect the all natural look they preferred.
With them gone there is much more time available for the boys to do whatever it is they do in there that takes so long. I know for a fact that they are not spending all that time on their teeth.
Every day as they start to leave the house I kiss them and then I ask, "Did you brush your teeth?" Every single day they get the same shocked look on their faces.
"Teeth?! Do I have teeth? Am I supposed to, what was that word you used, brush them? Oh my! Whod’ve thunk?"
And then off they pound, up the stairs (which surely cannot survive too many more years of such violent use) to the one bathroom where they shove and elbow and insult each other, splash water and gargle noisily and, I am pretty sure, wet those brushes, give each other a conspiratorial wink and pound back down and out the door.
“Have a nice day!”
Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal works in the trauma ICU at Oklahoma City Medical Center.
By Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal, RN
When I was growing up, my father woke us up some mornings.
He would come into our rooms singing:
"Good morning to you, good morning to you, we’re all in our places with bright shining faces, oh what a good way to start a new day!"
Other days my mother would wake us up singing:
"Hey, what do you know, 'tis morning already, here comes the sun . . ."
What nice parents I had!
Well, until I turned 15 anyway. I don’t know what happened to them then. They got better again later, about the time I turned 20, I think. Guess they just had a bad spell for a few years.
Having been awakened in such a pleasant way every day of my formative years you will probably be pretty certain that I make sure my children start their days off in a similar way.
I would like for you to think so, in fact I encourage it.
Imagine, me, up, scrubbed, dressed in an I Love Lucy morning outfit carrying a tray into each of my children with something hot and sweet to drink and a bud vase with a daffodil festively bobbing its head along the way.
Go on thinking that.
Just don’t bet any large amounts of money on it.
Mornings around here are not unpleasant, depending on your tolerance for noise and hullabaloo, but they don’t start off with singing.
Here’s how it is typically, on a day I don’t work. Because when I do work I leave early and I have no idea how they get bathed and dressed and fed without me.
Both my husband and I are early risers. Typically I will have been up long enough in the morning to have become pretty deeply involved in some project before it is time to wake the kids up.
Then I will suddenly realize that it is ten minutes until 7 a.m. and we are late. I screech, “Why?!” because I usually don’t want to quit what I am doing.
So, instead of singing "Good morning to you” when I enter my children’s bedrooms, I usually shriek:
"Wake up! Feet on the floor! You’re late!"
I think this is a very effective way to wake the children up.
Not only does it rouse them, but it scares the pudding out of them and their little hearts pitty-pat from 60 beats a minute straight to a respectable 160 beats a minute.
This is bound to be good for their cardiovascular health. Plus they get a massive dose of good old vitamin A— as in adrenaline — right off the bat. This has the happy side effect of completely clearing their heads of any residual sleepiness. They are up, they are pumped and they are ready for battle.
Forget OJ. The double shot of fight or flight juice my kids get is a great way for them to start the day.
Not only are they wide awake and raring to go, but they are also in the right mind set for the great Bathroom Battle. We have an old house with nice big bedrooms and lots of sunshine and windows and a great big yard — and one shower.
We have tried to compensate for this with an enormous water heater, but you still don’t want to be the last guy in line.
Things are a little better now that the girls are gone most of the time. They took the art of make-up application to new heights, often taking upwards of 30 minutes to perfect the all natural look they preferred.
With them gone there is much more time available for the boys to do whatever it is they do in there that takes so long. I know for a fact that they are not spending all that time on their teeth.
Every day as they start to leave the house I kiss them and then I ask, "Did you brush your teeth?" Every single day they get the same shocked look on their faces.
"Teeth?! Do I have teeth? Am I supposed to, what was that word you used, brush them? Oh my! Whod’ve thunk?"
And then off they pound, up the stairs (which surely cannot survive too many more years of such violent use) to the one bathroom where they shove and elbow and insult each other, splash water and gargle noisily and, I am pretty sure, wet those brushes, give each other a conspiratorial wink and pound back down and out the door.
“Have a nice day!”
Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal works in the trauma ICU at Oklahoma City Medical Center.
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