A much needed update

So I may have forgotten I had a blog have been really busy getting stuff done. I have finished all my concept maps, completed two homework assignments for my graduate class, started work on my clinical case study and developed an educational material for the patients at Glenwood Hospital. Whew! It has been a crazy couple weeks since my birthday. The work doesn’t stop there however. I have the “wonderful” task of writing my review of literature for my research proposal. I am totally dreading it, but I know once I start diving in and writing, it will flow. Although 10 pages with 25 sources is a lot worry about. fingers crossed I get it done.

Also on the agenda is laundry, write a blog entry (checking one thing of my list as we speak. 1 point me) and work in the nursery at my church. It is my first time working at First Baptist. I am excited to get involved and play with little kiddos!!!

In internship news, I have been succeeding. I had my mid-point clinical evaluation with my preceptors and my DI director. Good News: I am still in the program!! I seem to be on the right track and have completed a good chunk of my competencies. My preceptor first gave my 6 of my own patients that I was in charge of. I assessed them, looked at their chart, talked with them, educated them (if needed) and followed up with them. It felt good. Today, I got three FLOORS! One of my preceptors told me that they only give people floors during their floor supervision. Safe to say I am well ahead of schedule.

Yesterday I got to see a PEG tube placement (a long-term feeding tube that feeds into the stomach). I have been trying to see one since I have started at Glenwood and I just happened to kind of stumble in on one. I was doing rounds in one of the ICUs and I saw a doctor and a few nurses setting up for a PEG tube placement. I went up and asked the nurse if I could watch and she was willing! They did the placement bedside. I got to not only watch it be done, but I got to watch the TV that showed the actual inside of this person’s gastrointestinal system. It was awesome to be able to see something be done that I have only learned about via textbook. I am surprised I didn’t vomit or pass out though. I was even MORE surprised that I was able to go downstairs and eat lunch immediately after watching the procedure. It is very sad that this individual had to get this procedure done, but I am thankful for the learning opportunity.

Something I have been thinking about over the past two weeks and maybe even challenged in a way, is that people in the hospital after some crazy stories and are in bad situations. There was a patient who was 14, pregnant and diagnosed with two STDS, a man who took one too many pills, individuals being put on hospice, deaths and people paralyzed my car accidents. People in the hospital are in some of the worst conditions they will ever be in. Some make the best of it and some are just plain grouchy. I have made it a challenge to pray for all the patients. I pray for them to get better and to know that even though some of them don’t have family come and visit them, that they are loved. It is tough working in a hospital, but I still feel called to be in this field.

XOXO, Danae

P.S. I know I owe you pics from my birthday weekend in NOLA. Soon…..I promise!


Shhh….Dietitians can eat fried chicken.

Hey Ya’ll…I haven’t forgotten about you…promise!

Things have been surprisingly busy for me.

If you guys have been following my blog/posts, you know I started clinicals last Thursday. I am mid-way through my first full work week and after sitting on my butt preparing for the past three weeks, it feels great to be active. I feel like I have finally started my dietetic internship instead of summer school and watching episodes of Paula’s Best Dishes.

My first day in the hospital was nerve-racking, just because it was my first day in a new environment. It was more of a hospital orientation. Friday though, I hit the ground running. I was following one of the dietitians. We went into patients rooms and asked how they had been eating, how their appetite was and made sure they were getting by okay.  I went on hospital rounds, which is where the head nurse, case manager, physical therapist, dietitian (obvi) and pharmacist go around to different floors and units and talk with the nurses about the patients. If they are on a tube feeding or parenteral feeding, it is a great time for us as dietitians to make sure everything is going smoothly.

Now, because if HIPAA (human privacy rules), I am not allowed to discuss patients, ESPECIALLY on the internet. So I can’t describe situations, but I can talk about how I handled situations and even particular things I did.

Starting this past Monday, I was given particular patients that I got to screen and assess, visit with and then eventually chart on. The most I have been given has been 3, which is a good number for someone just starting out.

Yesterday I did my first patient education. I educated the sweetest old lady on a gastroesophageal reflux disease diet. My preceptor scored me and I got a perfect 🙂

This is exciting: Also on Tuesday, I had to attend a local dietetic meeting (Northeast Louisiana Dietetic Association).

The topic: how to handle the critical obese patient in the hospital setting.

The location: Cotton Restaurant!!!

The head chef, Cory Bahr, was on the Food Network show “Chopped” and WON!!!

Head Chef Cory Bahr of Cotton (He ain’t bad on the eyes either)

Cotton specifalized in creative southern cusisine…and boy are they right. Catfish, Grits, red bean hummus and you drink out of freakin’ mason jars!! And the decor of this restaurant…BEAUTIFUL. I am not a southern girl by any means and my style isn’t really southern, but I loved the design of this restaurant. It really is awesome. And it is in this old building in “downtown” Monroe. It really fits in well.

I probably ordered the most southern dish on the menu (Side Note: I was the first person to try this dish. They released new dishes during lunch on the day we went and I was the first to order this dish)

  • Fried Chicken (People that know me are having  heart attack about now because I haven’t eaten fried chicken in years…but this was fried chicken done right).
  • Collard greens
  • Black eyes peas
  • All on top of a sweet potato waffle with a light honey drizzle!!

the picture doesn’t do it justice

I about died. It was so good.

So that was my quick update. My birthday is on Saturday and after a busy week, I am looking forward to letting my hair down and getting out of Monroe for a weekend (Going to NOLA)!!

Hope all is well you!

XOXO, Danae

Break’s over. Time to work it {for free}!

Tomorrow is the day.

Today I was on campus in Ruston getting prepared for my first day of my internship. This was a time when we got all our objectives that we need to complete during this fall quarter and clear up any last minute questions. It was great seeing all my fellow interns after a three week hiatus but it made this whole thing way more real. I start my internship tomorrow!! After all the blood, sweat and tears I put into completing my undergraduate degree, filling our dietetic internship applications and working during this summer, I am finally at the point where I am starting my internship rotations! It is the beginning of the end on the road to becoming an RD. The road of being and RD is a whole different realm.

In other news, my third and fourth roommates moved in yesterday. Kelly (a fellow Monroe intern) and her boyfriend Jon got in later last night and were able to pick up their P.O.D. this afternoon. Now they have all their stuff. Even thought it looks like Hurricane Isaac went right through the apartment, I am thankful for a couch to sit on and legit plates to eat dinner off of (and a dinner table to eat dinner off of as well). Once they have finally settled in, pictures will be going up of our finished, humble abode.

Patch sewn on. Lab coat ironed. Materials packed. I am ready to go come 8:30 tomorrow morning.

Wish me luck!

XOXO, Danae

P.S. I will probably blog either tomorrow or Saturday to talk about my first day or so!

P.P.S. Pics from my room

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How the LA police thought I was smuggling drugs

So I have no idea if this story is okay for me to put on the internet, but I am doing it. No names are used anyway.

This story will show you how sometimes my common sense flees my mind…

So I am driving from Ruston to Monroe on my way back from the LA Tech pool. Its about 7pm and I am by myself wearing a tank and shorts, my aviators and my leopard face hat (complete with ears). I am about 13 exits away from my exit and I see these flashing lights that say “Warning: There is a police trap coming up in a mile. Checking for narcotics. Drug dogs will be here. ” There are two of these signs.

Well, I got a little nervous because I may or may not have had a flask that had a little bit of rum in it. I didn’t want to cops or the drug dogs to smell it, so I got off at the exit before the supposed police trap to dump out what was left of my flask. Welp, easier said than done. There is a cop SUV in the median of the road. I just keep driving and I end up on this dead end road. The cop turns around and follows me and eventually puts on his lights. In my head, I just go “Crap Crap Crap“.

So the guy gets out (a nice and somewhat good-looking cop thank goodness) and walks to my window and starts talking to me. He sees my plates and notices that they are out of state.  He asks me for my ID. I give him my school ID (FAIL). I give him my drivers license then. He small talks with me. I tell him I am from Chicago and here for a dietetic internship through LA Tech. He asked me where I thought I was going and I said the worst possible answer: I am looking for a bathroom. Uggg! Then he explains to me this whole drug thing: they are looking for big loads of drugs. If I had something in my car and confessed, I would get a ticket, but if I denied it and they found it, worst could happen.

I am pretty sure he could tell 1 minute after talking to me that I would be the last person in the world that would have big loads of drugs, or any drugs for that matter. He still asked me if I had any and of course I said no. He says thanks for stopping and “You won’t find a bathroom down this road” and walks back to his car. I embarrassingly turn around and right before I get back onto the highway, i see 3 cops cars all just hanging out plus the guy that pulled me over following me. He probably wondered why I got back on the highway and not venture down the other way down the road to find a bathroom.

Then the rest of the way home, there was no more signs of a drug stop. I tried to avoid the trap and ended up driving right into it. At least I wasn’t speeding.

Lesson Learned: Alcohol is not a narcotic AND don’t do drugs…ever.

XOXO, Danae