I passed my first clinical checkoff on Friday (after failing it on Wednesday). My professor showed me some tricks (after assuring me that she was going to pass me on the exercise) and when she did, suddenly several pieces of the puzzle fell into place for me. Even a blind hog finds an acorn every once in a while.
I'm learning new things every day. And not just about nursing skills. I noted this past week, while riding my bike along several of the wonderful trails in Anchorage, that I could smell dog poop everywhere. I pass several people walking a variety of canines every time I ride, but figured that hordes of wild dogs must stampede in from the wild and poop like crazy every night for the aroma to be that strong. I mentioned this theory to a fellow resident at my bed and breakfast and he laughed until tears streamed down his face. Evidently Anchorage smells like dog poop only in the fall when wild bush cranberries are fermenting. I'm betting wild bush cranberry wine isn't much in demand.
Even a blind hog. That's for sure!
ReplyDeleteHey! Your professor should have shown you those tricks BEFORE the first test!! That's what they're there for, right? To TEACH you. Duh!! Love that blind hog saying, BTW!! Always makes me giggle.
ReplyDeleteAnd the dog poop smell! OMG! I was probably laughing almost as hard as the fellow resident! But I would have had no clue, either. We have the smell of the sugar beet factory up here every fall that blew my mind when I moved up to Moorhead (across the river from Fargo) in 1999. REEKS! Fermenting sugar beets reeks! How does something sweet come out of that rancid smell? Yuck!! One reason I didn't mind moving across the river to Fargo and south in 2005--ROFL!! Just your mention of the fermenting cranberry poop smell brought the rotting sugar beets smack back to my olfactory memory! ;)
For those of us who have been here many years: It is the smell we love to hate.
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