Your first....

[Azuldrgon]

The first time I had unprotected sex was when I was nineteen with this hot redhead in my barracks room. We had sex for another month or two prior to my discharge. She dumped me via Dear John letter two months later.

It was also the first woman to give me a blow job and introduce me to outdoor sex.

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

The first time I had unprotected sex was when I was nineteen with this hot redhead in my barracks room. We had sex for another month or two prior to my discharge. She dumped me via Dear John letter two months later.

It was also the first woman to give me a blow job and introduce me to outdoor sex.

Talk about endurance
Sorry!!

 

[Farawyn]

Talk about endurance
Sorry!!

This is why I love you.

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

This is why I love you.

 

[Azuldrgon]

Talk about endurance
Sorry!!

I so wish......

 

[KimGordon67]

I have done that with the listerine strip! Totally works!

I'm filing that away for future reference.

 

[cascadiabound]

My first dog.... a week before l turned 30.

He was a rescue, from the pound. Some kind of cool big dog mix.

He had brown eyes and he would just hold your gaze like a person paying close attention to your words.

Truly a special companion. He has been dead over 15 years and I still have people who talk to me about him. People who I hardly recall how they could have known him.

was this just for first sex things thread???

 

[DiscusDave]

My first dog.... a week before a turned 30.

He was a rescue, from the pound. Some kind of cool big dog mix.

He had brown eyes and he would just hold your gaze like a person paying close attention to your words.

Truly a special companion. He has been dead over 15 years and I still have people who talk to me about him. People I hardly recall could have known him.

was this just for first sex things thread???

A dog that strikes a chord with your life is always amazing, and no it wasn't just for sex things. Don't get me wrong a lot of first time sex things are interesting to read about, but there have been firsts of all sorts and I feel as though these sort of firsts will keep the thread going well.

 

[Farawyn]

My first code was a 50 something year old man who came in with a diagnosis of bronchitis. He rolled up to the floor and I saw him 10 minutes later.
His history was not included in the chart. This is when we still had paper charts.

So, I didn't know he had lupus, a torn triple A and a history of 4 massive heart attacks. Why he was admitted to a medical floor? I have no idea.

I went in. He was gray. He said those infamous words, "I just don't feel right..."

His vitals were good, but he was just gray. ( I now refer to this look as "codey.")

So, I put O2 on him and said "hold the call bell, you just don't look good, I'll be right back..."
Ran to get the accucheck to test his sugar, and while I was out there I called the resident and said, "Get up here, he just looks like crap. Vitals are stable, no pain, but he looks bad..."

Of course, I went in there and he was taking his last gasp. So, I jumped on him, ripped the call bell out of the wall and called a code. My first compressions on him broke his ribs.

With that, the resident I called for his color came running into the room, and the code started for real. She kept saying, "GOOD call, Far, GOOD call."
'Cause they did bring him back.
To be on a vent.
And die 8 hours later.

I cried for 24 hours. I was an RN with not even 2 months under my belt.

 

[NoeMasks]

My First DB was in Middle School, teacher slipped and fell, her head striking the parquet floor. I was in the next classroom over, when one of the kids screamed for help. The teacher intercomed the office, then myself and the teacher started two man CPR, her doing compression, me doing breaths. The Ambo, arrived long outside of the Golden 30 min. No one thought to get the kid who was in the rotation, out before the Medics asked for a radio declaration.

 

[MastersDelight]

My first code was a 50 something year old man who came in with a diagnosis of bronchitis. He rolled up to the floor and I saw him 10 minutes later.
His history was not included in the chart. This is when we still had paper charts.

So, I didn't know he had lupus, a torn triple A and a history of 4 massive heart attacks. Why he was admitted to a medical floor? I have no idea.

I went in. He was gray. He said those infamous words, "I just don't feel right..."

His vitals were good, but he was just gray. ( I now refer to this look as "codey.")

So, I put O2 on him and said "hold the call bell, you just don't look good, I'll be right back..."
Ran to get the accucheck to test his sugar, and while I was out there I called the resident and said, "Get up here, he just looks like crap. Vitals are stable, no pain, but he looks bad..."

Of course, I went in there and he was taking his last gasp. So, I jumped on him, ripped the call bell out of the wall and called a code. My first compressions on him broke his ribs.

With that, the resident I called for his color came running into the room, and the code started for real. She kept saying, "GOOD call, Far, GOOD call."
'Cause they did bring him back.
To be on a vent.
And die 8 hours later.

I cried for 24 hours. I was an RN with not even 2 months under my belt.

So not the same but....

My first animal euthanasia was the day I walked into the clinic for an interview. The owner was old school. I came in my student scrubs and he put me to work for eight hours. The first exam room I ever walked into was a euthanasia. A 17yo male black cat in renal failure. He'd been getting subcutaneous fluids twice weekly for almost a year, but had stopped eating three days prior to me meeting him. I helped the Vet place an IV catheter to give him a sedative. The owner couldn't bring herself to stay and after the cat fell asleep she left. I promised her he wouldn't be alone. I pet him, and talked to him quietly, my forehead to his, until the Vet administered the final injection and he breathed his last breath. With amazing effort I didn't cry. I felt that if I did the veterinary staff wouldn't take me seriously. I did seven more working interviews before he officially took me on.

I'll never forget my first room. Or the first kitty I sent off to the rainbow bridge.

 

[Farawyn]

So not the same but....

My first animal euthanasia was the day I walked into the clinic for an interview. The owner was old school. I came in my student scrubs and he put me to work for eight hours. The first exam room I ever walked into was a euthanasia. A 17yo male black cat in renal failure. He'd been getting subcutaneous fluids twice weekly for almost a year, but had stopped eating three days prior to me meeting him. I helped the Vet place an IV catheter to give him a sedative. The owner couldn't bring herself to stay and after the cat fell asleep she left. I promised her he wouldn't be alone. I pet him, and talked to him quietly, my forehead to his, until the Vet administered the final injection and he breathed his last breath. With amazing effort I didn't cry. I felt that if I did the veterinary staff wouldn't take me seriously. I did seven more working interviews before he officially took me on.

I'll never forget my first room. Or the first kitty I sent off to the rainbow bridge.

*hugs*

I don't know that I could do that. For reals.
It's such a blessing. But... They are so fuzzy!

 

[MastersDelight]

*hugs*

I don't know that I could do that. For reals.
It's such a blessing. But... They are so fuzzy!

It's hard. But every euth is a blessing. I've never once helped a pet pass that I didn't think was ready to go. There's just something in their eyes..

That one was particularly hard, not only for being my first one, but because it was when I had my own big black cat.

 

[pete]

My first code was a 50 something year old man who came in with a diagnosis of bronchitis. He rolled up to the floor and I saw him 10 minutes later.
His history was not included in the chart. This is when we still had paper charts.

So, I didn't know he had lupus, a torn triple A and a history of 4 massive heart attacks. Why he was admitted to a medical floor? I have no idea.

I went in. He was gray. He said those infamous words, "I just don't feel right..."

His vitals were good, but he was just gray. ( I now refer to this look as "codey.")

So, I put O2 on him and said "hold the call bell, you just don't look good, I'll be right back..."
Ran to get the accucheck to test his sugar, and while I was out there I called the resident and said, "Get up here, he just looks like crap. Vitals are stable, no pain, but he looks bad..."

Of course, I went in there and he was taking his last gasp. So, I jumped on him, ripped the call bell out of the wall and called a code. My first compressions on him broke his ribs.

With that, the resident I called for his color came running into the room, and the code started for real. She kept saying, "GOOD call, Far, GOOD call."
'Cause they did bring him back.
To be on a vent.
And die 8 hours later.

I cried for 24 hours. I was an RN with not even 2 months under my belt.

So not the same but....

My first animal euthanasia was the day I walked into the clinic for an interview. The owner was old school. I came in my student scrubs and he put me to work for eight hours. The first exam room I ever walked into was a euthanasia. A 17yo male black cat in renal failure. He'd been getting subcutaneous fluids twice weekly for almost a year, but had stopped eating three days prior to me meeting him. I helped the Vet place an IV catheter to give him a sedative. The owner couldn't bring herself to stay and after the cat fell asleep she left. I promised her he wouldn't be alone. I pet him, and talked to him quietly, my forehead to his, until the Vet administered the final injection and he breathed his last breath. With amazing effort I didn't cry. I felt that if I did the veterinary staff wouldn't take me seriously. I did seven more working interviews before he officially took me on.

I'll never forget my first room. Or the first kitty I sent off to the rainbow bridge.

damn, y'all

 

[MyNameIsNO]

My first code was a 50 something year old man who came in with a diagnosis of bronchitis. He rolled up to the floor and I saw him 10 minutes later.
His history was not included in the chart. This is when we still had paper charts.

So, I didn't know he had lupus, a torn triple A and a history of 4 massive heart attacks. Why he was admitted to a medical floor? I have no idea.

I went in. He was gray. He said those infamous words, "I just don't feel right..."

His vitals were good, but he was just gray. ( I now refer to this look as "codey.")

So, I put O2 on him and said "hold the call bell, you just don't look good, I'll be right back..."
Ran to get the accucheck to test his sugar, and while I was out there I called the resident and said, "Get up here, he just looks like crap. Vitals are stable, no pain, but he looks bad..."

Of course, I went in there and he was taking his last gasp. So, I jumped on him, ripped the call bell out of the wall and called a code. My first compressions on him broke his ribs.

With that, the resident I called for his color came running into the room, and the code started for real. She kept saying, "GOOD call, Far, GOOD call."
'Cause they did bring him back.
To be on a vent.
And die 8 hours later.

I cried for 24 hours. I was an RN with not even 2 months under my belt.

My First DB was in Middle School, teacher slipped and fell, her head striking the parquet floor. I was in the next classroom over, when one of the kids screamed for help. The teacher intercomed the office, then myself and the teacher started two man CPR, her doing compression, me doing breaths. The Ambo, arrived long outside of the Golden 30 min. No one thought to get the kid who was in the rotation, out before the Medics asked for a radio declaration.

So not the same but....

My first animal euthanasia was the day I walked into the clinic for an interview. The owner was old school. I came in my student scrubs and he put me to work for eight hours. The first exam room I ever walked into was a euthanasia. A 17yo male black cat in renal failure. He'd been getting subcutaneous fluids twice weekly for almost a year, but had stopped eating three days prior to me meeting him. I helped the Vet place an IV catheter to give him a sedative. The owner couldn't bring herself to stay and after the cat fell asleep she left. I promised her he wouldn't be alone. I pet him, and talked to him quietly, my forehead to his, until the Vet administered the final injection and he breathed his last breath. With amazing effort I didn't cry. I felt that if I did the veterinary staff wouldn't take me seriously. I did seven more working interviews before he officially took me on.

I'll never forget my first room. Or the first kitty I sent off to the rainbow bridge.

What a happy fucking group of people you the are.
Shall I add to the stories? I certainly can.

 

[Farawyn]

What a happy fucking group of people you the are.
Shall I add to the stories? I certainly can.

Do it.

 

[Farawyn]

My first cup of coffee was in college, and it tasted like shit. My mom had been priming me for years with "coffee milk" but it didn't prepare me for the drek I made and swallowed.

Now I'm addicted.

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

My first cup of coffee was in college, and it tasted like shit. My mom had been priming me for years with "coffee milk" but it didn't prepare me for the drek I made and swallowed.

Now I'm addicted.

Ooohhh good one. My first coffee was when I was 12. We were traveling in Canada in January and it was fucking freezing. I got tired of only one cup of hot chocolate when I saw my dad getting refill after refill. Next stop I ordered coffee as though I did it all the time. Dad's eyebrows went up, but he didn't say anything. I ended up putting a bunch of sugar and cream in it to make it taste "good" I still like it that way!

 

[_Necrosomantic_]

My First DB was in Middle School, teacher slipped and fell, her head striking the parquet floor. I was in the next classroom over, when one of the kids screamed for help. The teacher intercomed the office, then myself and the teacher started two man CPR, her doing compression, me doing breaths. The Ambo, arrived long outside of the Golden 30 min. No one thought to get the kid who was in the rotation, out before the Medics asked for a radio declaration.

Mine was while I was still in single digits.

Was staying with my grandmother for a bit and she was working the cold room at the hospital. I walked there from her apartment ( couple of blocks ) to ask her if I could get pizza. They let me in, and while she was digging around in her purse, I made the mistake of pulling a sheet back. Younger guy, found out later it was a motorcycle accident, hadn't been put back together yet, and he had apparently caught fire. Still got pizza.

 

[Farawyn]

Mine was while I was still in single digits.

Was staying with my grandmother for a bit and she was working the cold room at the hospital. I walked there from her apartment ( couple of blocks ) to ask her if I could get pizza. They let me in, and while she was digging around in her purse, I made the mistake of pulling a sheet back. Younger guy, found out later it was a motorcycle accident, hadn't been put back together yet, and he had apparently caught fire. Still got pizza.

Oh. Chicago pizza.

My first dead body was NOT my first code, and that's all I'm going to say about that.

 

[_Necrosomantic_]

Oh. Chicago pizza.

My first dead body was NOT my first code, and that's all I'm going to say about that.

Arkansas pizza, it was spectacularly meh.

 

[Bluespark]

My first DB was when I was an altar boy. Good tips for weddings and funerals so you have to be on the A-list or you don't get to work the weddings or the funerals. Me and my best friend finally got called up to work a funeral. Our big chance. I'm talking like twenty bucks each. 1975 dollars too big money back then for a ten year old.
Me and my buddy were in the zone. Nailing all of the Catholic moves right on cue. A better pair of altar boys had never served the bereaved so well as we did that day. We had got called up to the big leagues and we were bringing it.
Until there came a point in the service when we were seated at the side of the altar and the priest went over to bless the dear departed with holy water. To make sure the deceased was well blessed for his trip to heaven one of the pall bearers opened the lid of the casket giving us full view of the dead body lying in that box. We both looked at the DB and then at each other back at the db and couldn't look away. At the best of times my buddy was a giggled. Apparently he was a giggler at the worst of times too because before I could hear his giggling I could feel the bench we were sitting on shaking. When I heard the first of his giggles I fought valiantly against the urge and tried to shush him but before I could finish my shush it was too late and we were both giggling and could not stop. The glare of death that the priest gave us only made it worse. We managed, barely, to regain our composure when it was time for us to do our next maneuver but by then it was too late.
No altar boys were tipped on that day and that was the last time either of us was called to do a funeral.

 

[MyNameIsNO]

Do it.

First code was my first day of med surg clinical this semester. I thought when she said we were part of the code team she was kidding. Nope. 10 minutes left of post conference and the code goes out and off we go. It was beautiful. I know most of you are going to think that's horrible, but it truly was a beautiful sight. Everyone working together and so organized. We took 2 minute rotations doing compressions. The lady had just been admitted the night before and hadn't had an IV placed or anything. They were trying to get one on her neck when it was my turn. Blood was spraying out with each compression. Finally they got the PICC nurse in there and he was able to get a line started, She was at 40 bpm when they told us we could go. Didn't hear another code called so I'm guessing they got her stable.

My first DB? I guess technically my grandfather when I was 6, but I don't remember it. After that it was my grandmother (yes his wife) her I do remember. They put way too bright blush on her. She looked like a clown. I saw an albino squirrel playing in the tree of the funeral home. They're both buried in the Fort Snelling Cemetery.
Professionally? First one (besides the code since she was technically dead) was Tuesday. Walked in doing morning rounds and... yeah. I learned a lot of very interesting things Tuesday. Was a little messed up for a few hours.

 

[Farawyn]

My first DB was when I was an altar boy. Good tips for weddings and funerals so you have to be on the A-list or you don't get to work the weddings or the funerals. Me and my best friend finally got called up to work a funeral. Our big chance. I'm talking like twenty bucks each. 1975 dollars too big money back then for a ten year old.
Me and my buddy were in the zone. Nailing all of the Catholic moves right on cue. A better pair of altar boys had never served the bereaved so well as we did that day. We had got called up to the big leagues and we were bringing it.
Until there came a point in the service when we were seated at the side of the altar and the priest went over to bless the dear departed with holy water. To make sure the deceased was well blessed for his trip to heaven one of the pall bearers opened the lid of the casket giving us full view of the dead body lying in that box. We both looked at the DB and then at each other back at the db and couldn't look away. At the best of times my buddy was a giggled. Apparently he was a giggler at the worst of times too because before I could hear his giggling I could feel the bench we were sitting on shaking. When I heard the first of his giggles I fought valiantly against the urge and tried to shush him but before I could finish my shush it was too late and we were both giggling and could not stop. The glare of death that the priest gave us only made it worse. We managed, barely, to regain our composure when it was time for us to do our next maneuver but by then it was too late.
No altar boys were tipped on that day and that was the last time either of us was called to do a funeral.

"Nailing all of the Catholic moves right on cue."

*dies*

 

[Farawyn]

First code was my first day of med surg clinical this semester. I thought when she said we were part of the code team she was kidding. Nope. 10 minutes left of post conference and the code goes out and off we go. It was beautiful. I know most of you are going to think that's horrible, but it truly was a beautiful sight. Everyone working together and so organized. We took 2 minute rotations doing compressions. The lady had just been admitted the night before and hadn't had an IV placed or anything. They were trying to get one on her neck when it was my turn. Blood was spraying out with each compression. Finally they got the PICC nurse in there and he was able to get a line started, She was at 40 bpm when they told us we could go. Didn't hear another code called so I'm guessing they got her stable.

My first DB? I guess technically my grandfather when I was 6, but I don't remember it. After that it was my grandmother (yes his wife) her I do remember. They put way too bright blush on her. She looked like a clown. I saw an albino squirrel playing in the tree of the funeral home. They're both buried in the Fort Snelling Cemetery.
Professionally? First one (besides the code since she was technically dead) was Tuesday. Walked in doing morning rounds and... yeah. I learned a lot of very interesting things Tuesday. Was a little messed up for a few hours.

*holds your hand*

It will be okay. It doesn't get easier, but going through the motions do. And you will have other nurses to build you up, as you will for them.
I promise you.