It's been a while...

So, it's been a really long time since I've blogged about anything. I am a 2nd year now! Yay! We are in the midst of midterms this week. Okay, I have just come to the sad conclusion that I only blog during midterms and finals. I am trying to go back to blogging but for now... a story about my hospital IPPEs.

So, I have been working at a hospital for my IPPE site and my preceptor was showing me how to make IV bags and he basically just left me there to experiment with the IV bags and the needles and everything just so I could try stuff out. Okay, now first off, I really, really dislike having to just "try stuff out." I hate it. It makes me feel awkward and I have no idea what to do with myself. Quick side story to help me explain how I feel when people leave me to just mess around with stuff.... So, as a kid all the little girls I knew played with barbies and stuff but I hated barbies because I didn't know what I was supposed to do with them. I could play with barbies and play house for maybe 5 minutes before I essentially ran out of imagination. Then I would just be sitting there staring at the dolls with a death stare because I had to make up everything that they did in my head. I hope that makes sense. I think I might just have a problem, but anyways, that's basically how I felt like at the hospital. I was standing in a corner by myself and "experimenting" with the needles and IV bags. After about 2 times I was done but I didn't want my preceptor to think that I was slacking off so then I continued to awkwardly read the labels/fill the syringe/take stuff out of the syringe... you get the point. So then I see a syringe that has lidocaine in it and it has to be assembled. So I finally get the thing all together and it says to turn the barrel 3 times to get the syringe to puncture the canister that actually has the medicine in it. THEY LIED!! I started to turn the barrel and I got lidocaine all over my hands. I swear, my eyes just literally bulged out as I quietly panicked about the fact that I had some medication spilled all over my hands. I had no idea what to do. Was I supposed to wash my hands? Was this stuff even allowed to go down the sink even if I DID wash my hands? So, I had a freak out minute or two as a I looked around to make sure no one was watching what I was doing. So eventually, I decided that I was done with all these meds (mind you, I still have the lidocaine basically dripping down my hands) so I threw everything away as fast as I could and finally washed my hands. But then, being the paranoid person that I am, I was still freaking out about having spilled drugs onto my hand and what that could mean. So the whole day, I was anticipating bradycardia and rashes and all kinds of shit to just happen to my hands. I think the techs think I'm weird now because I kept staring at my hands every 2 minutes to make sure they weren't about to fall off or anything. Good lord!