OK, this past Monday I had a test AND my care plan (that was for a grade) was due. Let me tell you what must be included in the care plan. A medicine list for your patient, a list of medical diagnoses for the patient which have definitions listed in everyday terminology, a concept map, a Gordon's Functional Health Pattern Assessment (for three weeks- this is 8 pages long itself), and 3 different nursing diagnoses with risk factors, nursing interventions, the rational for the interventions (sited), and evaluation for that intervention. So, when I went to the ER a week ago Monday, I had taken this folder with me that had most of this information with me so I could work on stuff while I waited.
Over the weekend I had this test to study for. Fine, good. I also had all this work to do for the care plan. For the LIFE of me, I could not find this folder anywhere. I was beside myself. I looked all over. I could not find it. Could. Not. I put off working on the care plan because I just knew I'd find this folder. If I didn't find it, I'd have to pull information totally out of my rear. (The bad part of this is, my clinical instructor has another group of students on Tuesday, and they have the same patients that us Wednesday kids have.) I couldn't just make up this information totally- she'd know! Sheesh!
I continued to look for this folder. I worked on the care plan and the diagnoses, the citing, blah blah. Finally, I work on this care plan & study and I do not go to bed until after 5 am on Monday. (The care plan was due, via the Internet, at 9 am on Monday.) I submit the care plan over the Internet. I pack things up. I get my laptop and put it in the little bag I'd used for it, on the sofa. Lo and behold, there in the bag is that freakin' folder. It figures.





Mr. & Mrs. Dam II. (That's what Dad used to say about us...either that or our last name was Mud. Yes, we used to go to nice restaurants and when they asked for our name he'd answer "Mud"- totally straight-faced.)






See what I mean about her backside...looks like that should be Lester Hoffman's behind!
She looks so peaceful....she was really cooking something up.
What a goofy look!
Quinlynne likes to wake up at 3 am lately, wondering about the weather. Easter Sunday was no exception. She woke up at 3 am, noted that it was raining, and came into me saying "Momma, we gonna have to use umbweyas for Easter to go to church? It's raining." It had started raining about midnight, and it didn't let up at all for the entire day.
Quinlynne liked her dress, even though it was chilly and she had to wear a sweater that didn't match. She liked using her Little Mermaid umbrella.









