Wedding Dresses

I tried on my first wedding dress.

It was white.

IT WAS EXCITING.

That's all I can say cause sometimes Harmel reads these things...

Billy

Just to let you know who everyone is:

Desiree = Charge Nurse

Annie = My Preceptor

Peter = Nurse

Billy Brown = 56-year-old patient suffering from manic depression

Billy came to the desk one morning for his meds from his nurse Peter. While he was at the desk he started talking about how he's a Scot and so he has huge eyebrows, ear hairs, nose hairs, and so on. He asked me if he could borrow a pair if scissors, and although I was reluctant he assured me that he wasn't going "to go and murder anyone or himself with them" and Peter said it would be alright as long as he stayed at the desk. So I handed the scissors over...

...and he started trimming his arm hairs on the desk right in front of me!

He continued to talk about how he used to have an army knife that he could do these kind of things with and then he informed us that he was contemplating going Japanese style where his eyebrows where concerned.

We were all at a loss for words. Annie ran into the bathroom, Desiree ran into the conference room, a Peter went to help someone else before they all burst out laughing at him. I was left alone with the crazy dude!! He talked to me for another 10 minutes or so before I finally just got up and walked away from him...

That was the first of many crazy experiences to come.

The Psych Ward

Alright, I do have to say one thing about my practicum...
...it was frickin' interesting.

(You can almost see my parking spot!)

I was scared my first day, and right now I'll say that I'm sorry that I didn't keep the blogging world more up-to-date with my day to day happenings, but by the time I got home every day, I was so exhausted that I didn't even want to move my fingers.

At first I'll admit, I was pretty sceptical about how interesting Unit 91 would be, but after the first day or so I knew that there would never be a "normal" day. After all, these aren't normal patients.

I dealt mostly with the doctors, because that's what a unit clerk does, but of course there were patients there all the time, they lived there, ate there, did their laundry there, everything. And I was in charge of making sure they all got the right meds at the right time.

I saw patients ranging from depression, all the way to paranoid delusions. It was a little creepy at times. I'll write about one or two patients specifically at a later date. Maybe in the morning.

All in all I will miss Unit 91. I'm glad my schooling is over and that I can start a real career for myself. It's exciting to know that I can finally be part of something bigger, I'm going to be dealing with peoples lives, not just their stupid food and that makes me happy.

Done, Done, and Done.

I'm finished, done, terminado, fini, afgewerkt, finito.

No more tests, no more assignments, no more projects, no more teachers...

EVER!!

Sad News

I have some sad news everyone...

Harmel's baby mini horse is gone.

They can't find it anywhere.

Last week Saturday they went to check on it and it was gone.

They think the coyotes got to it.

It's so sad...