On Old Olympus Towering Top, a finn and german viewed some hops

Ever wonder how to remember the 12 sets of cranial nerves? The classic pnuemonic above is what I'm using, I'm sure somewhere it's probably considered politically incorrect.

I crocheted last night, I worked on the kitchen set, I learned a new stitch, the hdc, which is very appropriate since i the place I'm currently employed, the initials are HDC, Handicapped Development Center. But this stitch has nothing to do with the physically or mentally challenged, it's a half double crochet. I think this may become one of my favorite stitches. It's a basic stitch that any crocheter would know. But I'm a beginner and have so much to learn. Some day I'm going to buy a dig camera and show off things I've made.

I have a test on topics related to the central nervous system next week, then a comprehensive final on Wednesday then I'm done with the most challenging part of my training.

Finishing up my clinical rotation was classic. The last day being on Friday the 13th was ominous enough but the day actually ended appropriately. Traditionally students get out early on their last day of a clinical rotation. It's kind of a day of celebration, gifts and cards are exchanged with the nursing staff and it's pretty low pressure. Not mine though. We were all about business for the beginning of the day with a reminder from our instructor that we needed to "stay focused, we're not done yet". Which is fine, I expected it. What I didn't expect was, 20 minutes before we were scheduled to go home, my instructor informed me that I needed to immediately empty the colostomy bag of my patient in room 12 (room number made up to protect privacy...)

I had assessed the bag a little earlier and didn't feel it was full enough to merit emptying, but my instructor thought I would like the experience. I didn't tell her that I had emptied colostomy bags already and had enough experience. I simply did it and meditated on the appropriateness of ending my final clinical rotation cleaning up shit. I was happy to do it for the patient as he was very nice and I was late getting out because I wanted to do it right. The shit never hit the fan and I passed clinicals, that's what is important.

So now, the 12 cranial nerves will be memorized for my test next week and I feel like I can crochet again. Life is good!