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.