Better Late Than Never

I find myself having the hardest time believing that school is almost over. As I sit here contemplating what to write, my mind wanders over things like jobs, moving, and what will happen next. It's terrifying, and exciting. It also feels like the most daunting prospect I've ever come across.

I'm starting to look at job postings. In some ways it seems presumptuous. After all, it's about 6 months away. And at the same time, I can't help but look. How early is too early to apply? Maybe I should buy someone's practice. Is that really something that I can accomplish? Maybe I should just work somewhere for a while rather than try to make things move on my own. I just can't quite wrap my head around all of this just yet. There are so many decisions to make. Where do I begin?


Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

We've had nearly record high numbers of patients at the clinic for the last couple of weeks. We were shy about 8 last week. Given the number of cancelations and no-shows that we had, we would have far surpassed the clinic's highest record. We're lucky to have all of the SPC students and faculty, as well as the other NUHS students and faculty as our patient base. It allows us to see a wide variety of people with an even wider variety of conditions: from eczema to complex neurological syndromes. Rarely a day goes by without something unusual. My patients keep me guessing, and laughing. I really appreciate the sense of humor in many of them. Even in the midst of pain, they still find time for a smile. It makes my day go that much easier.

Last week, Julia, Dr. Jourdan, and myself hosted an NUHS booth at SPC's career day. We were tucked back in the back, but got a chance to let a few people know about the school, what we do, and what we offer to other students there. Most of the students at the career fair were nurses. That didn't stop them from picking up brochures about the school. We're thinking that maybe we'll end up with a couple of new students from the day. We've already had a few start as patients. It's great to get a chance to talk to people, have them get excited about what we do, and then see them bring it to fruition.

I guess that's what it's all about, right? Getting your foot in the door? Maybe that brings me back to looking for a job. I've had people come out of the woodwork in the strangest of places, offering me information or connections. As much as I loathe the concept of networking (yes, I mean that), having conversations with people and finding out there's some type of mutual interest -- now that's making a connection.

Hope everyone has a great week. I'll be working and studying for Part IV boards. We're getting closer...

Anticipation - Participation


It's hard to describe that feeling of waiting for board scores. If you are lucky, the days and weeks following a board exam are busy enough to distract from what feels like impending doom. The day gets put on the calendar and slowly approaches. The night before, there's this nagging feeling like something big is happening tomorrow. And then there's the sinking feeling, when I realize what it is. The nausea sets in, and maybe a headache. Time ticks so extremely slowly. It's like Christmas Eve, and you're 6 years old, but waiting for the zombie apocalypse. Morning comes. 8 am rolls around. Scores are in. Sitting in clinic seeing patients, I try not to think about what's waiting for me. Others have already checked. They passed! Congrats to them. I want to throw up.

I'm sure that they're smarter than I am. They must be; they passed. I don't know what my scores are. I'm too chicken to check. Patients roll through the clinic and I am trying not to think about it. Good thing I have complicated patients. "Thanks for the challenges and the distractions," I keep thinking to myself. Oh no. I remember what I have to do when I get home. The day is over. And even though I've stayed late to try to distract myself and get all of my paperwork done, I don't want to go home. I don't want to see my scores. It's the end of the world.

I make the drive, get home, and Grey meets me at the door. "I have to do something," I say. He's telling me about his day. I sit down and open my computer: NBCE in the Google window. And then I wait. All that stress to a final moment I click on the link: September 2014 scores. Click. One eye open, the other looking through fingers, squinting, scared -- Grey is still talking to me, trying to distract me. I can't look. I open my eyes. No stars. NO STARS!!!! There are NO STARS!!!! I passed. (Stars mean that a score isn't passing. If there's a star there, then the score is too low.) All of that stress for absolutely nothing. The scores are fine. OK, now I can go on with my life. Done. *Whew*


Now that all of that's done...

Last week, I had the great pleasure of participating in "All College Day" for SPC. At All College Day, all of the SPC campuses and staff come together for workshops and seminars. It also gives all of the University Partnership Program participants and affiliates a chance to come out, remind people that we're still here, do some demonstrations, and hopefully bring some new patients to the clinic. There were two sessions, a morning and afternoon. Julia, Daniele, Brian, and Manuel held down the fort in the morning, and Theresa, Antoinette, and I kept things under control in the afternoon. Of course, Dr. Harrison accompanied us throughout the day. It was a great day!


Many of the staff weren't aware that the clinic was available for them. I've said this before, but I always love the response I get from people when they hear "free healthcare." We were using the G4 Massager and giving free massages, and also performing postural screening and giving evaluations. It was a TON of fun. It's nice to get out of the office every once in a while and do some outreach. But also amazing to reach some new people, and see them come into the clinic shortly thereafter. It's also great to see some of our patients out running around in their natural environments.


Lots of incredible things coming up in the next few weeks; I'm on to the next great adventure. Part IV Boards.

Have a Great One, Everybody!!!!!

Life Is Chaotic, Complex, Fragile

This last week has been a swirling vortex of chaos. Problems arise. Complications erupt. Solutions are concocted. Time passes. Sometimes things are solved and sometimes they aren't. Life is complex. And it's fragile.

Image from momonthegoinholytoledo.wordpress.comWhen I was pregnant with Grey, I was a member of a moms' group. All of our kids were due in April of 1997. Now, we had some extremely premature kids born in December of 1996, and others born in May of 1997 (like Grey), totally unwilling to come out into the world. Through the years, our group has seen health problems, additional children being born, family member's deaths, pregnancy losses, divorces, etc. But this week, we're seeing our first "April kid" die.

One of the boys, it seems, as teenagers are apt to do, decided to try a combination of substances, and it induced a heart attack, respiratory failure, and subsequently brain death. He's been in a hypothermia-induced coma for the last few days, waiting to see if he would recover. Things have gotten worse. This boy was a swimmer, a lifeguard, and a senior in high school. From everything I know about him, he was gregarious and good in school, much loved by friends and family -- and now his parents are having to decide whether to donate his organs or not.

As a parent, this is your worst nightmare. We spend the early years trying to compensate between lack of sleep, juggling obligations, and trying to keep the kids alive. There's a mentality that happens after a while, especially once they've passed toddlerhood, that gives perhaps a false sense of security. Especially if the kids are prone to being sick or have some type of chronic condition, if they've made it to the teenage years, it's easy to feel like you've made it. This situation is just another example of how that's really not true.

As a healthcare practitioner, it's still a tough situation. Granted, most of us aren't going to be in the position of making life or death decisions or counseling people on organ harvesting, but it's not unheard of that chiropractic physicians become trusted advisors and friends. It's easy to refer someone to a counselor or therapist. It's harder to sit and hold their hand as they deal with some of the worst grief of their lives. At some point we realize that there's nothing that we can say or do to make the pain go away. We simply must be present and with our patients, our family, or our friends for support.

Grey and Forest and I have talked about what's happened. It's probably affected me more, as a parent, than it ever will the boys -- since they weren't close to the boy. It reminds me how fragile life is, how it can all fall away because of one decision, and how lucky we all are to have each other.

Hold each other close, Everyone.

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Getting the Word Out

In case you're not familiar with the NUHS Florida site, we share space with St. Petersburg College as part of the University Partnership Program. This means that NUHS, along with Barry University, FSU, USF, Case -- Bolton School of Nursing, Cleveland State University, and a whole bunch of other schools share some space with us. We don't often use the same classrooms, but we do have shared hallways and things like that. As part of the University Partnership Program, NUHS offers free exams and chiropractic care to all of the University Partnership participants (including SPC) and their immediate families. Check out UPC.

2014-10-15_bpAs part of SPC's health initiative, they've started adding automated blood pressure cuffs to some of their campuses. There are 10 different campuses in the area for SPC. In order to help us "get the word out," SPC has invited us to give information to students at these campuses, regarding blood pressure and cardiovascular health.

Last week, I had the great pleasure of spending a couple of hours with Dr. Michelle Jourdan and Intern Roshaun Hardy. We must have talked to a half dozen faculty members, including the provost at that campus, and also at least a dozen students -- who didn't know we were there.

There's something magical about seeing someone's face when you say the words "free healthcare." Many of these students are local, without health insurance, and have no idea that such a service exists. I'm hoping we see more of them in the clinic. I think we'd all be really happy if we were super busy -- but also that we're providing such a needed service. It was a great session. Unfortunately, I didn't take any pictures to share with you all.

There will be more events to share, and more outreach. In fact, we're participating in SPC's "All College Day" and their "Career Day" coming up later this month. Should be great! We may even be doing some presentations to let people know what we're all about. Who knows? We may end up with some more students because of it!

Grey and I have been looking at colleges. For those that haven't been following that story -- Grey graduates right after I do, and has been looking at colleges. I think he has his list narrowed down to about 6. We'll be writing applications here pretty soon. Some of the deadlines are in November for next fall! I can't even wrap my head around that. His front-runner is still the University of Washington, but we've found a few others that seem to have good programs he's interested in. We shall see what all pans out. *Crossing fingers.*

I'm reconnecting with people I've lost contact with and getting anxious to start looking for jobs. Boards are in about a month -- which is also hard for me to believe. We're checking off boxes and crossing things off the list. This might actually happen.

Have a Great Week, Everybody. Stay warm and dry, wherever you are.

Laughter Is the Best Medicine

You've got to have a sense of humor in the clinic, because if you don't, things eventually start to get to you. Demanding staff, clinicians, and other interns, not to mention patients, have us running, pretty much the whole time we're there. Some days are easier than others. We have 4 official treatment rooms, and sometimes a 5th. When all of the interns are in the office, we have 9 interns (between 8th, 9th, and 10th Tri students). This place gets packed! Add to that, patients booked every 45 minutes, 90 minutes, or 2 hours! In and out, back and forth, coat on, coat off. Stethoscope and hands ready.

So lately, we've all been a little bit crazy...just a little. Tension runs high, especially with the onslaught of paperwork (praying for EMRs to be implemented soon) and also with frequent meetings, new patients, and just general life.

I can honestly say, that a few of us have lost it -- and rightfully so. When things get crazy, it has to come out somehow. The last couple of days, some of us have been trying really hard, just to keep it together. Today especially, we've been trying to find some humor. And so, the idea of practical jokes has been flying back and forth.

Funny things happen. Our "staff" laptop (that we run forms and such on) has had migrating pictures on it. At first it was our esteemed president and one of our co-interns at the Turkey Bowl. Then it was our dean here at the Florida campus. Currently, it's a picture of some Chinese take-out (pad tai, I think), following a meeting about some especially smelly lunch food brought into the clinic (we still don't know who did it). This week, the debacle has been about towels. Are the towels in the right bag? Are they separated from the other laundry? Have they been put away? Are they folded properly? It got so out of hand that it's become a bit of a joke among us interns. Today I threatened to go into the rooms and fold them all into origami towel animals. This of course, may or may not be funny to some people, but it sure did lighten the load for today.

How'd you like to see one of these on your office visit? LOL

The way I figure it, life is way too short to stress about stuff like this. Maybe some people would find that a little glib, but too many things happen that are far bigger than takeout boxes and the proper handling of towels. I'm often heard saying, "There are days when I can choose to laugh or to cry. Most days I prefer to laugh." Today was one of those days.

So, with that in mind, dear Friends, have an amazing week! Do something fun. Make light of something that's being taken too seriously. Laughter is, most definitely, the best medicine.