Everything You’ve Ever Wanted

After living in a perpetual existential crisis for a few years it’s no surprise that sometimes I have days were I think ‘what the hell am I doing with my life?’ I reckon most people think that sometimes and I had just such a moment the other day.

It was my first day back on placement after six weeks in lectures. I love learning, I feel at my best when I am doing productive work that involves tonnes of learning. I think that was one of the biggest problem with my first attempt at a degree. The first term was packed full of new interesting things, then after Christmas the learning stopped as we began our production module. Don’t get me wrong I love performing but it was not I wanted to be doing for the rest of my life and I didn’t want to be paying £9000 for it!

But studying nursing, there is never a time where I’m not learning. In fact I’ll probably be googling those terms on the handover sheet for the rest of my life. Which is great! But after six weeks of solid learning, being back on the ward threw me a little bit.

I knew how to do observations, I could do a fluid balance chart and I could sit at talk to a patient if I needed to. I got home feeling that sinking feeling that I was doing the wrong degree again. This couldn’t be happening, I had to get this degree. My Grandma would kill me if I didn’t get a degree before she died…

I’m glad to say this is only a short post because the next day I had a renewed sense of purpose and I’m back on track to becoming a registered children’s nurse! So I guess I should be all meaningful and say that even though you have those days, or months, when you don’t have a goal and you aren’t happy, you’l find something.

Actually I’m gonna end with a quote Michelle Visage posted on instagram because she is an absolute babe.                  “Everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of fear”

Brains Can Be Scary

In my first placement I sometimes had to help whilst a child was cannulated. For those who don’t know what that means, it’s were the doctors put what the child probably thinks is an enormous needle into their hand as intravenous access. Obviously for a child this isn’t a simple procedure and they would often fight as much as they could to stop the stabbing!

I felt bad if I was ever involved because I had to ‘restrain’ the child a little. In this case restrain simply means to hold their hand and sometimes arm to make sure it was still whilst the needle went in. I realise now this is probably as far from actual restraint as I could have got whilst still feeling guilty.

After six very productive weeks back in lectures the time came for my second placement. I was based on a neurology and metabolic ward, great stuff, there’d be loads of new interesting things for me to learn. Indeed on the first day I spent a good while googling various things from the handover over sheet that I’d never heard of before. 

The first day passed by quite uneventfully, being only my second placement I wasn’t as confident as some of the third years who were practically running the ward when I got there. So when the evening rolled by and a child started having a..moment?…I wasn’t really sure how to react.

I say moment because I don’t know how else to describe it, maybe an episode? They’d recently been diagnosed with encephalitis causing rapid changes in personality. I can’t imagine how the family must feeling watching their child turn into someone else and hear them say some appalling things to them. I’m not even sure how I felt watching the other nurses huddled around this child screaming on the floor. This could be a tough six weeks.

The reason I opened with the ‘restraining’ tale was because on my second day, another patient on the ward had a very frightening episode. The patient had Opsoclonus Myoclonus (I’m still not entirely sure what that is) and had been suffering from severe hallucinations. For about five hours that morning she was seeing snakes and spiders and goodness knows what else crawling around her and over her. And sometimes, we did have to restrain her.

I wouldn’t say I’m particularly scared of creepy crawlies but I definitely would not want them all over my bed. We took her for a walk to try and calm her down and get away but the hallucinations struck again. In the middle of the ward she was screaming and crying out to be carried away. As a student I am still getting to grips with what we can and can’t do, both as a student and as registered nurses. Deciding it would be best for her and everyone else on the ward I complied and carried her away to a treatment room

Along with a staff nurse we held her on the floor to comfort her and reassure her that there was nothing in here that could hurt her. What perhaps made things worse is that she was fully aware that it was her mind playing tricks on her. She knew it wasn’t real but the terror in her eyes was. In a desperate attempt to get rid of whatever she could see she would throw herself around the room. Of course we had no choice but to stop her. 

I wouldn’t change what I do for anything, I love being a (student) nurse, but that second day proved to me more than anything else so far that this is possibly one of the toughest careers I could haven chosen. The amount of respect and admiration I have for the full time staff on neurology wards is sky high right now. I can’t wait to get back to work to keep helping and I hope that in six weeks time when it’s time for me to leave I’ll have seen at least some of these terrible diseases cured in these children. 

Nursing #1

Over a year ago, I decided that I should apply to university (again) to get a degree in nursing. I had already finished a year at university doing Music Theatre and as much as I love theatre, I decided it wasn’t for me. Throughout high school I had wanted to be a doctor but in college I was torn between medicine and drama. So at A-Level I studied Biology, Chemistry, Performance Studies and Drama & Theatre Studies and I spent the next two years listening to people tell me that was an odd mix!

One of my biggest regrets in life is that I didn’t finish my A-Levels to the standard I could have. Towards the end of college I’d given up a little. I had a decent job that I loved, I had a car and great friends and a boyfriend! I was comfortable and I was happy, so why change anything? My last round of exams I flunked and I left college with a BCD. I could have easily got at least ABB.

Thanks to my comfortable life I had also written off the idea of going to university but I had already applied to several to study musical theatre. I also blame the pressure of my mother for forcing me to go to university. I stand by that but I beg anyone who thinks about going to uni for someone else’s sake to stop! 

After a year working and driving round the country visiting my friends at uni the time came to claim my place to study at UCLan. I wouldn’t change that year for anything, I met some amazing people and gained some lifelong friends. Actually if I hadn’t have gone there I would never have met my current flatmate so I probably wouldn’t be in London.

But shortly after Christmas I begin to despise the course, I knew it wasn’t what I wanted to do. I was wasting my time and money…and I wasted a lot of money. Thankfully my old boss was asking me every week to go back to work. Which was a great ego boost and meant I had a job waiting for me when I finished that year. I emailed the course leader telling him I wasn’t going to return and went back to my old job.

The course leader never replied to my email because he was terrible and I can’t wait for the day he retires…or dies…so the course can be run by a decent human being. But I wrote a strongly worded email to the school of arts and all of that was sorted. No more student loan for me!

Another top tip for university, avoid your overdraft like the plague. It took me the best part of a year to claw my way out of mine and now I’m back at uni I swear I’m not touching it again…well not too much.

It was in this year that I decided that if drama wasn’t my calling then healthcare must be. I took the plunge and applied for children’s nursing courses across the country. Being a doctor was definitely off the menu after my less than ideal college results. But that was okay, nursing was an incredible field and I couldn’t wait to start. That was a good sign to me, I was actually excited about going to uni!

As soon as I got an offer from London South Bank I knew that’s where I would be going, sorry Bristol and Cumbria! So here I am living the dream in the capital and I can very proudly say that after 8 months on the course I am absolutely loving it! So I suppose a good way to fill up the blog would be to write about nursing and my experiences of it. But you needed a little background first.

Also if I throw myself into my studies (and writing about them) it means I am sufficiently distracted from the dating scene so I won’t have anymore tragic dates to write about! Which is always good.

Robert.