a girl in trouble is a temporary thing

It's no secret that the health assessment course has been driving me up a wall this semester. It's forcing me to get help from other people, and that just sucks. It is also a clinical evaluation by PhD nursing instructors. In EMS we talk about book vs. street. . . at least they bear a passing resemblance to each other, and even the most tightassed EMS instructor will concede that appropriate practice will occasionally vary from theory. Nursing doesn't always share this view -- a "good" nurse will do things a certain way, and that's that.

Fortunately, I am blessed with friends who are helping me. I shot some footage of the exam last night, which will probably all get scrapped, but at least now I have an idea of what I am up against. I have an exam room and pretty much all the toys I need. My stunt patient is being very accommodating. And I have an awesome cheering section. So now I am going to relax, review the material, and put off making any skull sized dents in the plaster walls for a bit.