The Irony of the Student Psyc Nurse

Whoever thought Student Nurses were emotionally and physically capable of treating psyciatric patients was a daft meatheat.

Months upon months of obsessive studying has left us catatonic.

No time to cook. Instead, a constant fast-food diet has added a layer of marshmellow pudge to our figures.

The mere sight of our sadistic Maternity Instructor sends us into full-fledged panic attacks.

Endless hours at the computer typing careplans have induced visual hallucinations of Maslow Hierarchy of Needs.

I swear I'm gonna introduce myself to my first psyc patient and get a reply of, "Well, you can have my bed. You look like you need it more than I do."