And the hair is gone....

I donated 13 inches of my hair to locks of love. Yes, it's finally gone. After toying with cutting it for 2 years, I've raised up enough courage to just do it. I covered my eyes, and she cut it off. I cried a little on the way there, and while she was cutting it, but it was so strange. Once the hair was cut, I was okay. And I loooooooove my new haircut. My head is so much lighter. Russell was such a great support throughout the whole thing, and he even went to Wal-Mart on his day off in order to be with me and take pictures.....and buy an XBOX 360, but that's not the point.

I will probably sneeze all over my patients today. This is not good.

Shotty Day

Today has definitely been a shotty day. I thought I had my alarm clock set for 6:00am this morning because I had to be at the hospital between 7:00-7:15am. Well, somehow I managed to set my clock for 6:00pm instead and didn't wake up until 7:00am...I brushed my teeth real quick, threw on some scrubs, and ran out the door. No shower. No nothing. I managed to get there at 7:25am (5 minutes before I actually HAD HAD to be there), so I was okay. The only woman that was delivering did not want any "extras" in the room with her, so I went around with a nurse who had a patient that had a baby at around 6:15am this morning...when I was still sleeping. So, my stomach started hurting. No breakfast in it (not that I always eat before clinicals since it's so early). I was also sweating, but I chalked it up to walking extremely fast across the Ruby parking lot. Well, the nausea got worse, so I told the nurse that I was going to the bathroom, sat on the toilet (fully clothed), and it passed. When I looked in the mirror, my face was red, and I was still sweaty, but I went back out and sucked it up. The nurse and I went into the room to help the mom to the bathroom, and WHAM it hit me again, only this time I was nauseated, shaky, and a nice cold sweat. So, I calmly walked over to the nurse, whispered "I'm not feeling so well", so she said "okay" and walked me out into the hall and made me sit down on the floor. I started shaking even worse, and I started crying because I felt like a big idiot for having to do this. Anothe rnurse ran and got me an orange juice and crackers, and they put a perineal ice pack (the thing that goes on your vagina after having a baby) on the back of my neck...lol. I guess my blood sugar just dropped really low because I went and ate a breakfast bar, and after a while I felt much better. I've NEVER had that happen to me before. It was a bit unnerving, and I cannot for the life of me figure out why it happened today.

I got to do a foot stick for blood sugar on a baby, give a baby it's very first bath, help take pictures of the baby, dress the baby (which is harder than it looks), and feed a baby while the mom slept (a nonbreastfeeder...bad bad). It looked like my day was going to suck. Then I got pulled into the room of the woman who didn't want students just to see her baby which had Gastroschisis (which means the baby is born with an opening in the abdominal wall where the intestines are protruding). I didn't get to see much of it though because they had already covered the baby with a sterile bag to keep the intestines clean for surgery later. The baby is normally healthy other than that. They just have to mesh the intestines in and suture the opening.
After that, it was still boring with nothing to do.

Then, when the day was almost over, my instructor comes and jerks me out of my chair and has me speed walk, and she takes me to a surgery room where they were doing an emergency Cesarian section on a woman who had Placenta Previa (which means her placenta was blocking her cervix when it should be higher in the uterus not touching the cervix, and it was causing hemorrhaging which could keep the baby from getting needed oxygen). So, I got to see an entire C-section. It was so neat. The baby was blue when it came out, but it soon turned pink after some oxygen. The baby was only 29 weeks along which is too soon, but it was okay. It's so weird seeing them pull the baby out. There is amniotic fluid gushing everywhere, and they put so much pressure on the mom's incision and stomach to get that baby out. They are fast, too. It was awesome. I even got to see them pull the placenta out. Not too nasty, but I have no idea how someone could eat one of those, lol.

I thought my day was perking up after that, but then I had to sit through class where I couldn't even concentrate. Then, I forgot I parked in the Ruby parking lot and walked clear down to the lower health sciences parking lot onyl to find that my car wasn't there. So, I had to wait for the shuttle in the freezing cold to take my back up to walk some more to get my car (there was no way I was walking from the lower parking lot and freezing my butt off even more).

So, now I'm home. And I have tons of homework to do. And I want a nap.

Naps are bad.

Labor and Delivery

Tomorrow I go to Labor and Delivery. I'm a little nervous, but I think it's going to be a great experience...IF there is anyone there in labor. You kinda get what's there. It's not like I can say "Hey you, go have your baby NOW!" This class is a lot of written work, but I don't mind it so much. It's something I enjoy, so that makes the extra work bearable.

Mom is coming up on Thursday. We're either going to go eat at IHOP or Olive Garden, and then we're going to Fright Farm. It looks like it's going to rain, so we just might be miserable, but it's the only day we can do it. Russell kinda doesn't like Fright Farm anymore (we've had a few bad experiences there with weather and content), but he can stand it for one night, lol.
We're both off on Halloween, so who knows what we'll be doing.

I'm over half way through Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, and I'm a little disappointed that I'm going to have to wait until July 2007 for the movie to come out. It's a really good book, but I want to see the movie, too...bad. And it's hard because I've always told Russell about my books, and I can't tell him about this one because he doesn't want me to ruin the movie for him. It's killing me because there is all this stuff going on that I want to blab to him, but I'm having to keep my mouth shut.

Oh, I'm a little pissed right now because I paid for a course packet for my maternal interventions class, and I need to fill out things more than once, but they only gave me one copy of each, so now I have to pay even more to make enough copies for me to use. I think that's a bunch of shit. They should had enough copies in there seeing as though I paid $10 for a hand full of pages that I need more of....

Pumpkin Carving FUN!

Rusty doesn't want to stick his hand in his pumpkin.

He attempts with a puky face, and does most of it himself, but then I had to take over.

Pumpkin guts.

We had patterns, but since it was Rusty's first pumpkin since he was itty bitty, he decided to do his own design.

I kept the pumpkin seeds so I could bake them and see how they turn out.

Somehow, gutting this pumpkin reminded me of work.

I got lazy and used a design. You just poke little holes around the lines.

Here is my finished pumpkin.

And here is Rusty's.

We had a lot of fun carving the pumpkins...until it started to get cooooold outside. So we ordered cheese sticks from pizza hut, and we watched "The Omen 666". Decent movie. Kinda creepy. Now I have to watch "The Lakehouse". I'm too excited to get to that one. And then I'm going to be sad and start getting "Dawson's Creek" episodes with our netflix. Yes, I am so sad.

HALLOWEEN DECORATIONS...so far

This is me and Rusty in skeletal form (Russell's mommy got it for us last year).

Cute little bottles we bought at Michael's.

This is Helga, the witch we dropped our kitchen door on.

This is the flying guy that is hanging on our door.

Our evil bushes and bloody handprints. And this is the graves of certain people that piss me off...

This is the butler we got on sale at the paper factory last year. He serves candy treats to our guests.

This is Hubert.

And this is my new Halloween village. I will take more pics of it when I finish it (I have some stuff coming in the mail) and light it up!

I have a hole in my kitchen floor...

I had my first Maternal Concepts class today. I think I'm going to like it a lot. The stuff we're going over now is stuff I learned from my reproductive physiology course, so I'll just have to review it. Just stuff on hormones and conception and the cells changing and yada yada yada. We're going to go to a parenting class for clinical, and watch births and cecarians, and teach the mothers about breast feeding and how to care for their new baby, and stuff like that. It's going to be fun.

Russell and I are going to the mall tonight to try on some Nike Shox that we'll either buy their or get on Ebay (depending on which is cheaper). I think we'll also get some chinese food...mmm.

I put a hole in our kitchen floor. There was already a soft spot where we figured the floor was rotted from water damage or something, but I stepped on it with all my weight on my toes and where it was already weak, I snapped the linoleum. It turns out the wood was rotted and cracked (with a hole in it) also.

Not the *cough cough* sideburns!!

Rusty made me cut his hair.

Me.

Cut his hair.

With clippers that he bought at Wal-Mart.

Me?

Me!

Why couldn't he have just gotten it done by a professional? He has to be like his mommy and daddy. His mom cuts his dad's hair with clippers, but one time she gave him a bald spot. Does he want a repeat? At least his dad wears hats a lot.


Well, it was going good. I was doing such a good job. I even made the back and the sides shorter than the top. And then....it happened. He wanted me to cut the sideburns.

The sideburns?

Yes. The sideburns.


So, I cut one of the sideburns.......crooked.

I tried.

I failed.

*tear*

I managed to cut it a bit crooked to where the part beside his ear is higher than the front part. He wasn't too happy. Some lady did that to him once, and he was pissed.

*tear*

So, I refused to do the other one. He did it. He should have done that part by hisself to begin with like I told him to. His sideburn looked good. Mine? Not so good. He doesn't want two shitty sideburns, so now he has two uneven sideburns.

This is why I didn't want to cut his hair. Why me? Why now?
I feel really bad.
It doesn't look that bad.
But, I still feel really bad.
At least his sideburn looks good.
I will never do the sideburns again...EVER!


Now maybe I should cut my hair just because I messed his sideburn up.
See, I still look for excuses to do it.
So sad.

*tear*

JUST CUT IT ALREADY

I have to make confetti cupcakes today....*sad face*. I will want to eat them. Well, maybe one. Even though we pigged out this week (Cici's Pizza, IHOP), I still managed to lose 1.2 pounds. Go me! It's coming off slowly, but coming off. So, that's good. I've been thinking for over a year now about cutting my hair off and donating it. I can't believe I've been back and forth on it for a year now. It seems that every time I think I decide to do it, something happens that changes my mind (i.e. I get a compliment, Russell plays with my hair, or something else that makes me feel he likes it long). It would feel so much better to cut it, though. Less weight on my neck, easier to take care of, easier and funner to fix. Long hair is just plain annoying. This is the longest it has ever been. It's down past my waste now...sheesh! I never though it would get this long. I thought my hair stopped growing at a particular point, but I guess not. It's so long now that it's starting to break off at different points, and it at least needs trimmed anyway for split ends, but I feel that I don't want to cut it at all until I decide to actually CUT IT.

OH, did I mention that Russell's the new CSM at Wal-Mart? I think I did, so I won't go into that again. But he's been training, and learning how to run the registers, and it's cute because he'll come home and ask me questions about it. And he also talks about not wanting to learn the service desk. Hehehe. I really don't blame him. It's hard and annoying. They were going to put him there yesterday, but the woman that was over there is full of it, and she would have taught him all the wrong things. It's funny how all the other CSMs agreed...lol.

bad inspection sticker = bad tonya

Anyways, things are going good. I actually have this weekend off for a change. It's nice if I can actually get some stuff done, such as cleaning this dump. I get started, then I just get too lazy and end up doing something else. Next week is my last week of Psychosocial classes. My final is Friday. Then I get to start maternal! YAY! I'm excited, other than the fact that people tell me there isn't much to do, and you're lucky if you get a good experience since there is so many of us, and so few of them at the same time we're there. I guess I'll just have to push my way in. Who knows, it might be something I'm interested in. I always said I wanted to do neonatal, and maternal is kind of a part of that, now isn't it. You can't take care of a baby if someone doesn't pop it out first.

My car is finally scheduled to get fixed next week. This is a good thing because my inspection sticker went bad in August (shhhhh, don't tell), and no one in their right mind would pass inspection for a car that has windshield wipers that don't work and leaks out every drop of power steering fluid that you put into it. But, alas, it will all be over soon.

Rambling.

I was --><-- this close to getting my hair chopped off yesterday. I was trying to get Russell to go with me and get his hair cut, too, but he was wore out from work, so we didn't go. Then, last night I had a dream that I went to go get it cut, and when I felt them chop it off, I started to cry and hyperventilate. Why is this such a big deal to me? It's only hair, and even though it took me over 3 years to get it this long, it's going to benefit someone else more than it will me. I'm just being selfish I guess. And I'm worried that even though my hair was always short before this that I will look funny. I don't know.

Work is going good. They have me working a lot because I already work at least 32 hours, and then they ask me to stay over all the time. I just got my 45 day evaluation yesterday, and apparently I am doing a good job. She gave me superior on some things like teamwork and patient care. It feels good to know that they like it when I'm there (even if it's only because they don't have to do a bunch of extra work when I'm there). The RNs get 3 patients a piece...max. Me? I can have up to 12 patients. Yesterday I had 9, so it was a rough day.

I switch classes in a week and a half. I'm finished with psych (thank God), and I switch to maternal, and I'm really looking forward to it.

Russell and I are itching to make an awesome Halloween village. This year it's all really exciting to me. We've looked on ebay, but it's all that Dept 56 stuff that's like $100 per house or something, so we're going to go to Michael's sometime soon to look around. We're also going to go to Fright Farm on Thursday with some friends from work, so that should be fun.

Oh, and Russell got a CSM (Customer Service Manager) position at the new Wal-Mart. No more Stockman. He'll be over all the cashier's and stockman, so that will be neat. He goes from a payclass 1 to a payclass 6! Yay!! Oh, and we're crossing our fingers for something else, too.