So, here I am, back again. I know, it's been a while.
This student life I have carved out in sunny Essex is taking its toll, alas.
Since posting last, I completed my 8 week Community Recovery Team placement, had 2 exams and had 7 weeks at uni. I'm now on annual leave for 2 weeks (yay!!) and then I start another placement (as yet unknown) for 8 weeks.
It feels never ending as, while I'm on A/L, I have 3 x 3,000 word assignments to begin........ and that's without even looking at my writing.
[insert very sad face]
Still, I'm halfway through my degree, so another 18 months and I'll be a fully qualified Mental Health Nurse. Whoop!
Saying that fills me with excitement and dread. I feel as if I have learnt everything and nothing.
'Everything' because I am now a different person to the one I was at the beginning of March last year - the things I have seen, the people I have had the honour to meet and the sheer hard work of the training have given me a new perspective on life.
Life is short.
Get out there and bloody well enjoy it
while you have the chance.
'Nothing' because I am still learning every day:
Early May 2013, KC in the clinic with her mentor, KC had never given a depot injection before, she was there to record the client's details, that he had been given his depot etc., and to OBSERVE....
Mentor [drawing up the medication and turning to face the client]: So, Bob*, do you mind if Claire** gives you your depot?
KC: [somewhat shocked, face white as a sheet, heart racing, hands shaking]
Bob: No, that's fine.
Mentor: Here you go, Claire, I'll talk you through it.
[Mentor hands over the syringe]
[Bob lowers his trousers to expose the area of bum in which I'm supposed to jab]
Mentor: So, where are you going to do it?
Mentor: Claire? Show me where you are going to give Bob his depot.
KC: Er... [attempts to find the right place, hands shaking, syringe feeling like a heavy time bomb] There? [points]
Mentor: Roughly. Just a bit lower. There, that's it. Now, Z-track the skin... that's it, and aim to 'dart' the needle in, not too slow.
KC: [everything's a blur now]
Mentor: In it goes.
KC: [closes eyes, jabs and hopes for the best]
Mentor: That's it. Now hold it tight with your left hand while you pull back with your right. Any blood? No. Lovely. Now what did we say about the rate at which you push the liquid in?
KC: [mind blank, can't cope, need to sit down]
Mentor: [covering for idiot student who's sweating like mad and looks as if she is about to pass out] That's it, this amount should take about 10 seconds.
KC: [pushes plunger for 10 seconds and hopes she doesn't kill Bob]
Mentor: Perfect. Now, needle out and straight in the sharps box.
KC: [needle out? needle out? it's not as simple as that!]
Mentor: That's it, straight out, no bending, straight out, straight out, that's it, and in the sharps box. Well done. Plaster, here you go. That's it. All done, Bob!
KC: [smiles apologetically at Bob, expecting him to drop down dead]
Bob: Thanks. [pulls clothes into shape]
KC: [wants to kiss Bob for not dropping down dead]
Bob: Can I go now?
Mentor: Yep! Thanks Bob, see you in two weeks' time.
KC: [silent, in shock]
*Not Bob's real name
**KC's real name