I am a Registered Nurse! I did it!
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Saturday, September 22, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
Just left waiting.
School is done. That's it. I've graduated, we've done our pinning ceremony and I've taken my NCLEX. I originally planned to take it September 13...BUT I'd already been studying more than a month since I started right after the exit exam...and I moved it up to September 5th. My husband said I could do it, and to date, he's been wrong about 5 times, so with his good track record, why not...I did it.
I knew the morning of I would be in no shape to drive, it would be all up to him. Since my test was at 12, I figured we'd drop the kids off at school, return the carpet shampooer I had rented the day before (yes, I shampooed the carpets the day before NCLEX, had to occupy myself some how), get some coffee and breakfast and head to the testing site. We got there 2 hours early despite trying to take our time. I was in fits. I was freaking out. What does my husband do? Falls asleep next to me in the car! Here I was at the MOMENT that would tell whether or not I was good enough, and he friggin falls asleep and SNORES in the drivers seat. Twitter saved me. People kept me "talking" and joking around...and when I was getting ready to go in and test, the husband decided to wake up. LOL! Got my good luck kiss and went inside.
I wanted to barf. It is as awful as everyone says it is, don't let anyone tell you any different. It doesn't matter how you have studied, how well you did in school...that day that you walk into that testing center is the worst day of your life. You want to barf, your brain is blank, you KNOW NOTHING! I sat at the computer and started the tutorial...and couldn't read a darn word. The tutorial finished and the first question popped up and I was blank. Three years of information ran from my head and I knew not a darn thing. I took a few deep breaths...closed my eyes, counted to five....and I could read again. Information was in my brain again and I was ready to go! The questions were fair. They weren't "easy" they weren't "hard"...they were fair. Grammar was perfect, spelling was spot on and there were no annoying misspellings (three years of misspelled tests, I was gonna scream!). A few times I thought, "Crap, was that a DIDN'T understand or did the patient understand???" or "DANG! Was that question implying that she KNEW what she was doing???"....
Question 74 loomed on the screen and I was terrified to continue. Some more deep breathing and I clicked next. Answered 75 as carefully as I could, and looked at the "next" button. I just stared at it. Closed my eyes. Opened them. Darn it, the computer didn't move on on it's own, darn thing wasn't working telepathically, that meant I'd have to click next on my own. Ugh. Fine. CLICK!
BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It asked if I wanted to take the survey now...sure, what else am I gonna do? Start the test over? You are out of your mind! So I did the survey...and holy crap, I didn't know if I was a boy or a girl, Hispanic or Asian! I was freaking out! I finished the survey, shaking, gathered my things and walked out. That was it. Three years of blood, sweat and tears came down to that measly 45 minutes. That was it. Texted the husband that I was done and walked to meet him at Starbucks. He had just barely gotten settled into Starbucks and was shocked I was done. Three hours later, checked my pearson vue and tried to register again....I COULDN"T REGISTER!!!!!!! That was it! I was a nurse! Sasha Ricci, BSN, RN. Now, if only the board would post my license number and I could get started finding a job.
I knew the morning of I would be in no shape to drive, it would be all up to him. Since my test was at 12, I figured we'd drop the kids off at school, return the carpet shampooer I had rented the day before (yes, I shampooed the carpets the day before NCLEX, had to occupy myself some how), get some coffee and breakfast and head to the testing site. We got there 2 hours early despite trying to take our time. I was in fits. I was freaking out. What does my husband do? Falls asleep next to me in the car! Here I was at the MOMENT that would tell whether or not I was good enough, and he friggin falls asleep and SNORES in the drivers seat. Twitter saved me. People kept me "talking" and joking around...and when I was getting ready to go in and test, the husband decided to wake up. LOL! Got my good luck kiss and went inside.
I wanted to barf. It is as awful as everyone says it is, don't let anyone tell you any different. It doesn't matter how you have studied, how well you did in school...that day that you walk into that testing center is the worst day of your life. You want to barf, your brain is blank, you KNOW NOTHING! I sat at the computer and started the tutorial...and couldn't read a darn word. The tutorial finished and the first question popped up and I was blank. Three years of information ran from my head and I knew not a darn thing. I took a few deep breaths...closed my eyes, counted to five....and I could read again. Information was in my brain again and I was ready to go! The questions were fair. They weren't "easy" they weren't "hard"...they were fair. Grammar was perfect, spelling was spot on and there were no annoying misspellings (three years of misspelled tests, I was gonna scream!). A few times I thought, "Crap, was that a DIDN'T understand or did the patient understand???" or "DANG! Was that question implying that she KNEW what she was doing???"....
Question 74 loomed on the screen and I was terrified to continue. Some more deep breathing and I clicked next. Answered 75 as carefully as I could, and looked at the "next" button. I just stared at it. Closed my eyes. Opened them. Darn it, the computer didn't move on on it's own, darn thing wasn't working telepathically, that meant I'd have to click next on my own. Ugh. Fine. CLICK!
BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It asked if I wanted to take the survey now...sure, what else am I gonna do? Start the test over? You are out of your mind! So I did the survey...and holy crap, I didn't know if I was a boy or a girl, Hispanic or Asian! I was freaking out! I finished the survey, shaking, gathered my things and walked out. That was it. Three years of blood, sweat and tears came down to that measly 45 minutes. That was it. Texted the husband that I was done and walked to meet him at Starbucks. He had just barely gotten settled into Starbucks and was shocked I was done. Three hours later, checked my pearson vue and tried to register again....I COULDN"T REGISTER!!!!!!! That was it! I was a nurse! Sasha Ricci, BSN, RN. Now, if only the board would post my license number and I could get started finding a job.
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