#sonography school

[piscesprncz]

studying for an exam :)

[juniperandjustice]

I got accepted to my degree program! 😁

[roxiearth]

Best time to make mind maps? 3 days before the exam 🙃🙃

[cnih]

Affordable Diagnostic Medical Sonography Schools in Canada

Discover affordable Diagnostic Medical Sonography schools in Canada offering accredited programs to kickstart your career in ultrasound technology. Gain hands-on training, expert instruction, and access to modern facilities, all at budget-friendly tuition rates. Prepare for a rewarding career in healthcare with these cost-effective educational options available across Canada. Start your journey to becoming a certified sonographer today or visit:

[yassythompkins-blog]

Yall go check out my college must haves on Pinterest. I’m still adding stuff to it but the stuff that’s up there are very essential and can make your experience easier. 

[haruharuz]

Success & Failure

Let's talk Stripping. Goals. Failure. Success. My year wrapped and bundled up into one post. This is long and rambly and will explain just why I haven't been on my account.

When I started 2024, I opened a HYSA. Day one. I marked it off in a brand new planner. Smiled, turned the page in the small journal I'd bought. My car still smelled and looked as new as it was. Dental and vision appointments were made. I'd searched groupon for the perfect opportunity to get microneedling, a hair cut, waxing. My wardrobe was in the process of being meticulously planned. I was going to apply to school for sonography.

I was saving ten thousand dollars for a future pregnancy. Ten thousand toward a house down payment.

I had a great day. The love of my life and I had a rather emotionally charged conversation. I was sure the year was going to be beautiful. Perhaps I felt as if we were blossoming, soon my dreams were going to be coming to fruition. So close I could taste it-- but i had a weird feeling that night. He said goodnight and I deleted my rambling message telling him to be really careful and safe, that I loved him... I told myself I'd talk to him about it tomorrow.

January second and third, I was anxious and couldn't find the cause. He didn't reply but I thought maybe he was stressed and busy working.

January fourth I opened a message from a mutual friend. The love of my life was dead.

Every single plan I had was out the window immediately. That was the day my world stopped turning. What no one told me was-- for me? It would never start spinning again. I canceled all of my appointments because I was sick out of my mind. I couldn't eat because my stomach wouldn't allow me to hold anything down. My eyes were swollen and puffy. I didn't want to be seen like that. I slept every out of the day that I could.

Two weeks later I was back in the strip club bawling my eyes out while I twerked in nothing but a small piece of fabric. I chugged down pineapple vodkas like it was water to get through. I managed $1600.

After that life blurred and smeared together like a smudged dry erase marker. I remember little but somehow everything.

Months later I landed myself in the hospital. Stroke alert. Possible seizure. My heart rate sustaining the 150s resting like it's nothing. MRI after MRI. CTs like nobodies business. Ativan, and lots of it. Two EEGS. Pysch consults. I couldn't walk properly.

I started a nerve pain medication that helps with seizure. It helped a little. Not enough. My ability to strip started slowing. It was so much harder to be sexy and sober when in pain. I lost all of my pole tricks I'd worked so hard for. My savings were done for.

Back to the hospital I went. They called a rapid. Transient AMS. Tachycardia. More CTS. Endoscopy. Seizure. Labs. Another echo. Great, you've got gastritis now too.

I haven't been to the club in over a month. I ache for the young woman who was bright and walked into this year with her head high. I want to dance. I miss my heart pounding in my ears. I miss the money being thrown on me. I miss the three hundred dollar days. I miss the thousand dollar days. I miss my feet being in pleasers. I miss it.

I danced for three years and don't know what I have to show for it.

Let this be a lesson.

You can become disabled at any time. You can lose anything at any time. Don't buy a LV purse, get a health savings plan. Don't focus on being perfect. Just get things DONE. Don't wait for the perfect time. The perfect time is NOW.

[studywithsare]

Welcome to my blog!

To whomever may be reading this,

Hello! Welcome to my blog! I am 22 years old and an aspiring Diagnostic Medical Sonographer! I'm making this blog to document my journey from ground 0 to being a registered sonographer.

Allow me to talk a bit more about myself and why I want to go into this profession. I have been undecisive about what I want to pursue for about 4 years now. Ever since I left high school I have felt lost. I tried multiple majors, and none of them felt like they were the right fit for me. I was scared of going into medicine for several reasons, so the idea of going into medicine never really crossed my mind after that. I was scared, because I didn't know. I didn't know what types of jobs were available in the medical field, except for only a few roles. After some time and getting to know myself better, I thought hey, maybe me and medicine would be a good fit. I like to think of myself as smart and disciplined. I have a natural knack for science and math. I believe myself to be caring and empathetic. I am an introvert though, so that was a trait of mine that made me have doubts. I couldn't see myself being a nurse or doctor. I looked into some medical fields I could do with not much schooling, as I am paying out of pocket. 2c year degrees like nursing, respiratory therapy and radiology/sonography came up. The imaging careers caught my attention and from what I hear from others, it is a good medical career to pick if you are an introvert. I love kids, so I instantly thought of working with expecting mothers, or even specializing in pediatrics.

That's how I got here. Right now I'm trying to find a program, but they are so hard to find. I find some trade schools who offer programs, but they aren't accredited with CAAHEP. I find some programs but they have a huge waitlist and will not be accepting new applicants. Doesn't leave me with any nearby options it seems. I may have to go to a school kind of far. I'm still going to be doing research on programs near me, see if maybe I can find one or maybe the full ones start accepting applicants. In the mean time, I plan on getting myself into the hospitals. Someone I saw on tiktok said they would recommend entry level jobs, specifically if you can get one related to imaging. I've looked at the hospitals in my area, and even these entry level jobs have some requirements like BLS. I thought I had my BLS, but I only have CPR/FIRST AID/AED. So, my first step is getting my BLS, that way I can start applying for some entry level jobs and get experience while I wait for a program. The American Red Cross will be having some classes in my area and the beginning of next year, so I'm going to sign up for the class. It's 92 bucks, but hey, I want this! I want to be a sonographer! I want a good job that makes me happy. I was gonna sign up for the class tomorrow, but why wait? I'm gonna sign up right now!!!

[rafesangelita]

omg you have my dream job ... i wanna be a sonographer too ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა how many years did it take you to finish and is it super hard?

the schooling was super hard but it’s so worth it in the end! it took me two years to earn my associate’s in sonography before i was able to take my state board to get licensed <3

[trick-r-treat421]

Chapter 2

Riley’s POV:

It has been just over a week and some change since the day at the park. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t at least thought about shirtless Noah and his equally handsome friends a time or two. Let’s be honest though, in a city this size, the chances of running into any of them again are pretty slim. Plus, my life is a mess, so why get my hopes up. Besides, who would even want damaged goods like me…

I’m 23 and don’t know what I want to do with my life. All I know is that my nightmare of a job isn’t it and all the stress has been weighing heavy on me lately. I’ve been toying with the idea of leaving this city and starting over somewhere new with Hades. With Tate gone I don’t really know anyone; I have zero friends. There’s nothing holding me here.  But I have my house and it’s a lot of work starting over. If I don’t leave, maybe I could try to return to school, finish out the medical sonography program and get the hell out of my current job. Would it even change anything though? My anxiety and the what ifs keep me from pulling the trigger on any of it, but something’s got to give.

It had been another excruciatingly long day at work and all of this was swirling through my mind as I pulled into the grocery store parking lot. I grabbed my oversized Demon Slayer hoodie (yes, I’m a nerd) and pulled it over my work polo before grabbing my mini backpack out of the passenger seat. Thank God my job didn’t mind that I usually wore majorly flared black jeans and my beloved black converse or else I’d have to keep a change of clothes in the car if I ever needed to go anywhere once I got off.

Once inside I grab a cart, pull up my shopping list app, and start marking things off as I wander around. I’ve gotten about three quarters down my list when I turn onto the empty canned food aisle making my way to the baked beans, looking for my favorites.

My eyes scan the shelves; I’ve almost given up hope, but as I get to the very top shelf, I see a few cans sitting back from the edge. Just my luck, of course they’d be on the very top, out of my reach, I think to myself as I let out a sigh. Being 5’3” doesn’t always work in my favor, especially in instances like this.

Once the cart is out of the way I push my sleeves up and step onto the metal shelfing, hoisting myself up and trying my damnedest to reach at least one of the cans.

As I’m wiggling my fingers trying to maneuver the can into my grip, my skin begins to prickle as I feel someone’s eyes on me. “Looks like you could use a few inches,” comes a masculine voice from behind me.

 I roll my eyes, thinking great, all I need is someone pestering me tonight. I knew I should have grabbed my air pods off the charger this morning. “Are you sure you’ve got a few to spare?” I retort, sarcasm dripping from my words while I continue my struggle to grab a can.

Only once I hear that low chuckle and, “Good one, Riley. I don’t know how my poor fragile ego will ever recover,” do I freeze in place. I registered the voice, and the apples of my cheeks grew hot as I hear my name slip from his lips. Shit…

I slowly turn my head to see Noah a couple yards away bent down, arms crossed, leaning against the handle of his cart, watching me with a smirk on his face. Slowly I step down, his eyes never leaving me. “Thanks, but I have to ask, are you stalking me now?” I ask playfully as I cross my arms over my chest, trying to recover from the embarrassment and feeling a little spunky.

Noah’s POV:

The subtle blush appearing on her cheeks only makes the smirk spread further across my face. She looks a little different tonight, but her small frame and raven hair, still pulled back in a low ponytail, gave her away. I find it hard to believe but I’m not sure she knows just how beautiful she is, even in an oversized hoodie that falls almost to her knees. She’s got some fight in her apparently though.

Another small chuckle escapes before I reply, “What would you do if I said yes?” Her blush deepened, but she holds my gaze defiantly. After a few seconds I follow up with, “No, I was here picking up some things to take back to the house.  The guys and I are having a game night. Can’t have a good game night without snacks.” My head nods to my cart where a case of both Modelo and White Claw are practically covered with an assortment of chips, salsa, and dips. “It is a pleasant surprise running into you again, though.” I add.

She tilts her head as her eyebrow arches and a smile forms. “As long as you keep it figurative and not literal this time.” She pokes, but her hand instinctively goes up to cover her left ribs.

The smile on my face goes slack as I remember how I’d accidentally hurt her when we met before; I wouldn’t be surprised if she still has remnants of a bruise. I clear my throat and look up at the cans. “So would you like for me to help you with that?” I offer, standing from my cart and stepping closer, realizing now just how much I tower over her.

Her eyes follow mine to the cans as she purses those full lips for a moment, thinking it over. “What the hell, I sure wasn’t having any luck,” she finally says, shrugging and stepping aside. I move to her side and begin reaching up before I hear her add, “Do you mind grabbing two?” 

I shake my head grabbing two in a single hand, got to love the perks of having these big hands. In the process my black and white striped shirt comes up just a sliver revealing a portion of my tattooed stomach. I catch her biting her lip slightly and adverting her eyes to the floor, but I don’t mention it and just smile a bit as I extend the cans to her. She takes them, one in each hand, and places them in her cart.

I grab the last can from the shelf looking it over as I ask, “So are these any good? I need to get some for Folio. He likes scooping them onto his chips.” My face gave away the slight disgust I felt for that, her nose crinkling up as well.

Nodding, she says, “They’ve been my favorites for as long as I can remember.”

That’s all the confirmation I need as I go place it in my cart. With that, she thanks me and turns towards her cart to continue on. Knowing this interaction is coming to an end, Folio’s words from the park drift through my head. Tell us you at least got her number…

She’s about halfway down the aisle when I call out “Riley!”

She stops, turning back to me with a questioning ‘hmm’. I leave my cart where it is and jog down the aisle to her, I can feel the nervous energy buzzing in my chest but I’ve got to shoot my shot. “Hey, can I get your number?” I ask simply.

Her icy blue eyes grew wide as her features turn to a stunned expression, the blush that was all but gone creeping back onto her cheeks. My hand rests at the top of the pocket where my phone rests waiting for her response.  

After a moment, the hesitation clear on her face, her hand starts to reach towards me, and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Uhh yeah, I guess. Give me your phone and I’ll add my number in,” she says while trying to gain back her composure.

I retrieve the phone from my pocket, unlocking it, and pulling up my contacts before handing it to her. The nervous energy I felt was now being replaced with a building confidence, a broad smile spreading across my face.

She types away for a minute before handing it back as I hear a small chime from inside her hoodie pocket. Looking down I see an open text message screen where she’s saved herself under ‘Riley from the park’ and sent herself a single text that reads ‘Noah.’ A butterfly-like feeling settles in my stomach as I realize I didn’t have to give her my name, she remembered it from the park. I close out the message and lock my phone before sliding it back into my pocket and stepping away.

“Thanks, I’ll send you something soon,” I say taking a few steps backwards. “By the way, it’d be more than a few inches, darlin.” I say in a low, husky voice before winking, turning to retrieve my cart, and disappearing out of sight, leaving her standing there stunned with her mouth agape.

I know this was a short chapter but I wanted to get another one out for you. I enjoyed seeing a little more of their banter in this one.

Once again thank you @crimson-calligraphyx for helping me edit and talk out ideas.

Tag List:

@lma1986

If anyone else would like to be added, let me know.

[roseberkovski]

Connecting to the Earth! (Final Part 1)

With much pleasure, my friend Autumn and I have figured that since we will be graduating in a few short days. So we figured we could collaborate on these projects as a memorable way to remember and cherish our days at Bonaventure together! We decided to create a spiral of rocks to emphasize the center of our friendship (Bonaventure). Bonas is where we first met (initially as two very shy Chemistry lab partners), where we had our laughs, smiles, and fun! The rocks going further and further away from the spiral indicate time unwinding as we slowly reach the end of our St. Bonaventure Journey. We will be heading off to our next chapters: I will attend medical school in July in Florida, and Autumn is heading off to Sonography school (so proud, by the way!!). Even though our road and paths will diverge in the near future, we always remember that our friendship is bound by the center/focus--St. Bonaventure. St. Bonaventure is where our friendship began, bloomed, and flourished. This spiral indicates that even though we will be far apart after graduation, our friendship will always remain strong, connected, and intact. The car path marks and the ground smears also indicate that our paths have crossed in our lives, and they will reunite again in the future! I love you, Autumn. Thank you for being an awesome friend!

[piscesprncz]

this is what every morning of my life is now :)

[juniperandjustice]

ATI TEAS exam official guide 2023 for sale by me.

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

What are you taking in school?

I'm in a program for cardiac sonography :)

[cnih]

Ottawa's Premier School for Diagnostic Medical Sonography Education

Ottawa's Premier School for Diagnostic Medical Sonography Education offers comprehensive training in ultrasound technology, preparing students for a successful career in healthcare. Our program combines hands-on experience with expert instruction, ensuring students develop the skills needed for accurate diagnostics and patient care. Join us to become a certified sonographer and make a meaningful impact in the medical field.

[scientologisabethmoss]

maybe i’ll suck it up and get an associate’s in diagnostic medical sonography so after two years of school, i’ll be making at least, like, 70k per year for the rest of my working life.

[djglory]

can’t wait to go back to school for sonography