That was the title of the post that came to mind. It reminded me of one of my favorite Grateful Dead songs, "The Last Time". Here it is below...
The reason I say "It could be the last time..." is because who knows where I'll be in the fall. Will I still be in New Jersey or taking my nursing instructor show on the road down in South Carolina?. But anyway, today was the last day of med-surg clinicals for the freshman class. Last week I wrapped up the ER/Trauma Center rotation for the seniors.
The freshman were a hoot. We started in a long term care center, aka. nursing home, in the fall before going to Capital Health in Trenton on the med/surg unit. They did good. They learned. And they had fun. The best part of my days are watching them have lightbulb moments go off in their heads or working independently or with the staff when I'm not by their side.
They're all jacked up because they have one more big test and then the final. After that, starting just before the house gets listed, we head into Psychiatric Nursing where I'll be teaching the lecture, labs, and clinicals. Clinicals should be good as we'll be on the inpatient and crisis unit at Capital and at Trenton Psychiatric Hospital, aka TPH.
The six week course gets interrupted for a week as I join the two Joe's, Brad, and Abe, up on the Vineyard for a much needed week away sight fishing for striped bass. By then I'll be burnt out, if nor crippled, from all the stuff we've done, and still have yet to do.
Today was a half a day since it was the last one and I buried home to get painting. While I did my phone kept blowing up and I had to check it. It was messages from the kids at Essex
County College who took their final exam today. I taught them for one of their two years at Essex before I departed last June. The text, "Your new nurses"....needless to say I'm proud of them, all of them.
So since I think I might have had a little to do with their success I'm going to treat myself this morning. I'm going fishing...