There are several things standing in the way of me getting this careplan done by friday:
1) it is my last careplan ever. EVER!!!
2) there are only 7 days of clinical left, then it's summer.
3) in 23 days, I fly to Italy!
4) writing careplans is not something real nurses do. for real.
5) i hate careplans.
6) the patient i have to write my careplan on was discharged two weeks ago. so this is really a retrospective careplan therefore if there was any point, it is now moot.
7) i have a lot of other things that I need to get done in the near future.
8) there are a lot of things that I'd LIKE to do instead of this.
So there's my bitching for the day. My final assignment, in four spectacularly complicated, overly detailed and frustrating parts, will be handed in Friday at 1445. Then I will be all done careplans for the rest of my life. Lovely.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
shades of green
I think have a problem with envy.
I'm not a musical prodigy. I'm not a genius with straight A's. My artwork looks like it was completed in a kindergarten classroom. This is not intended to be self-deprecating, it's just the honest truth. I'm a pretty average person.
This can sometimes lead to a bit of a problem. I tend to get a bit [read: quite!] jealous of people who are extremely accomplished. Those people who can sing absolutely anything they want in whatever style is desired. Artists who whip out a pencil, or pen, or paints and recreate the Mona Lisa in five minutes or less. Students who only half-focus in class, ignore their textbooks, and run off ten page papers in a couple hours the morning they're due and still end up with a gpa of 3.8. Those kids who suspend gravity when they jump, effortlessly run 15km a couple times a week, are the mvp of every game in every sport. Those people.
I noticed this week that a lot of the people who I don't expect to like before I know them are people who have talent that far exceeds my own. When I realized this, I spent some time trying to figure out why that is. And it's not a very flattering trait, but I have to confess this: I really dislike feeling inferior. I guess this probably also ties in with my self-esteem.
This is not something that I appreciate in myself. I wish that I were secure enough in who I am and in my ability to do the things that I do so that I would not feel threatened by other people. Ever since I realized this, I have been trying to assess the real reasons for why I dislike the people I don't like. I'm finding that my green-coloured glasses seem to be tainting my view of the people I envy ... how awful am I.
Song of the Day: We Don't Want Your Body by Stars
I'm not a musical prodigy. I'm not a genius with straight A's. My artwork looks like it was completed in a kindergarten classroom. This is not intended to be self-deprecating, it's just the honest truth. I'm a pretty average person.
This can sometimes lead to a bit of a problem. I tend to get a bit [read: quite!] jealous of people who are extremely accomplished. Those people who can sing absolutely anything they want in whatever style is desired. Artists who whip out a pencil, or pen, or paints and recreate the Mona Lisa in five minutes or less. Students who only half-focus in class, ignore their textbooks, and run off ten page papers in a couple hours the morning they're due and still end up with a gpa of 3.8. Those kids who suspend gravity when they jump, effortlessly run 15km a couple times a week, are the mvp of every game in every sport. Those people.
I noticed this week that a lot of the people who I don't expect to like before I know them are people who have talent that far exceeds my own. When I realized this, I spent some time trying to figure out why that is. And it's not a very flattering trait, but I have to confess this: I really dislike feeling inferior. I guess this probably also ties in with my self-esteem.
This is not something that I appreciate in myself. I wish that I were secure enough in who I am and in my ability to do the things that I do so that I would not feel threatened by other people. Ever since I realized this, I have been trying to assess the real reasons for why I dislike the people I don't like. I'm finding that my green-coloured glasses seem to be tainting my view of the people I envy ... how awful am I.
Song of the Day: We Don't Want Your Body by Stars
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