I have officially finished the 3rd semester of nursing school at the U... only one more to go! According to many people, the second and third semester are the hardest. Hopefully this means I am good to go and next semester will be easy compared to what Ive been through so far... we will see. I am a little skeptical but hopeful. Now that I have time to relax and reflect over the past few months all I have to say is that my brain got fried and I literally did not function very well.
Here is an idea of what school has done to me as evidenced by a couple of dreams I have had this semester:
Dream #1: I contribute this dream to the guilt I feel about leaving McKensie.... mixed with guilt about the poor neglected Bailey (our dog).
NOTE: I want to state that what I am about to tell you is fictional and only took place in my dream, I would never do this to any child!
I am out with friends and family. I don't know what we are doing but it is important and fun. Kensie is at home in the dog kennel (which in my dream seemed perfectly normal and an every day part of life). In my dream I could see her playing in there with toys perfectly happy, and peering out the door every once in a while. Although Kensie was used to being in the Kennel during the day I was getting a little worried because she had been in there for six hours and had never been in there that long before.
Talk about WEIRD! I can't even tell you how strange this dream was, it seemed perfectly normal that Kensie was locked up alone in the dog kennel... YIKES!
Dream #2: This dream I contribute to my maternity class mixed with some pediatric patients I had in the hospital one day.
Brett and I are at home alone (I have never seen this house before in real life, but in my dream it was our home). I am pregnant and due any time. I go into labor, but because the beginning of McKensie's labor was very slow I told Brett we didn't need to go to the hospital yet...BUT all of a sudden I realize the baby is coming right then and yell to Brett to call 911. Brett ends up delivering the baby on his own in the living room. It is a little boy but he isn't doing well, he is blue and not breathing. Instead of finding out what is wrong and helping the baby I just keep saying, "we have to do Apgar scores, we have to do Apgar scores!!!". Finally the baby is okay, (although I don't recall us doing anything to help him). Brett and I look at the baby and say affectionately, "Awe.... he is a little down syndrome baby". After a few minutes I think I am going into the third stage of labor (giving birth to the placenta). Brett looks and says, "it has hair, do placenta's have hair?" in reply I say, "hmm, I don't know". Finally we realize that it is not the placenta, but in fact another baby. TWINS! Brett delivers this baby as well which turns out to be another little boy. He is very healthy and Brett sets him on the floor where he crawls off and up the stairs.
What the??? Dreams are psycho, especially if you add the stress of nursing school on top of them.
Note: placenta's do not have hair!