I’m home. I survived. I was told that I was talking to the President of the United States, I was present for a dance that I can only call erotic, I sat in on group meetings, I felt uncomfortable, I felt impatient, etc…
Anyway, my first day of psych nursing is over. It wasn’t horrible. It was actually pretty darn interesting. I was placed on a general adult inpatient floor. Ages were from late teens until 55 (I think). Some people really wanted to talk… other barely came out of their rooms.
Friends Hospital is a beautiful piece of land in the middle of Northeast Philly… When you are on their campus it’s hard to remember that you are literally 2 minutes off Roosevelt Blvd.
Ok.. it’s back to study for Pharmacology… UGH.
Ta-Ta for now.