A Week In The Life of a Dietetic Intern

A Week In The Life of a Dietetic Intern

As of June 2016 I have embarked on new journey that took on a whole new form of ‘adulting’ for me. And yes, to answer your questions I am that BASIC and I use the term ‘adulting’ on a regular basis. In January 2016 I applied to California State University Northridge Dietetic Internship for one of the coveted 12 spots. I was offered and accepted the position of Community Concentration Dietetic Intern for 2016-2017.

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Name Badge is VERY IMPORTANT.

 

And I am sure you’re asking yourself – What does a Dietetic Intern even do??? Don’t fret because I am here to tell you or do a show and tell to be more presice. My week begins like this:

Monday

Oh Monday you Basic B____. Every Monday is what we call Consortium. It is a ‘class’ that includes all of the Greater Los Angeles Dietetic Interns – CSUN (me), Cal State Long Beach, VA Los Angeles Hospital, Cal Poly Pomona, PHF-WIC – and we convene in one area for a gazillion hours in a day to discuss Nutrition Topics. These topics can be from as simple as creating a portfolio to as advance as how to do a physical nutrition assessment for a malnourished patient or how to assess insulin medication for a type II diabetic. Wowsa I know. But Consortium’s require traveling – lots of it. I so far have traveled to VA Greater Los Angeles Hospital (off the 405 freeway of death), Children’s Hospital LA, Children’s Hospital Orange County, and Irwindale.

 

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CHLA – Children’s Hospital Los Angeles
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Children’s Hospital Orange Country. AKA CHOC.

 

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Irwindale. Still couldn’t tell you where that is.
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ALL THE COMMUTING NEEDS ALL THE COFFEE.

 

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UHM WHERE’S CASSIE?!?

It is also a chance for me and my fellow CSUN Interns to spend some quality time with one another. Let’s be honest some days are not always sunshine and rainbows with unicorns when you are a Dietetic Intern and spending time with one another and sharing our experiences is always a good thing especially for our mental status. One thing that me and a fellow intern have created is: The Fake Laugh. No matter how bad your day, week, or month a “Fake Laugh” will always make it better. 

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Just Fake Laugh.

 

Tuesday

This is when the real fun starts. Tuesday through Thursday are classified as your rotation days. I am currently in my Nutrition Therapy (aka Clinical Nutrition) rotation. This requires a total of 416 hours. I’m sure you’re like “Damn that’s a lot of hours” and I respond with “Yes, but you know what the best part is?” and you say “What?” and I say “The hospital I am during my Clinical Nutrition at – is only 10 minutes away from my lovely apartment”. 

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BOW CHICKA BOW WOW.

Hospital days start at bright and early at 8am. Currently I am rotating with the Dietitian on the PCU floor aka Progressive Care Unit. Progressive Care Unit is just a step down from the ICU but patients still require 24-hr monitoring. I sit with her as we go through each admitted patient on the floor and assess whether they need a Dietitian Consult, Assessment, or Monitoring. Once we assess how many patients we then print out our list and make notes for each patient we will see on rounds. Notes such as height, weight, diagnosis, past medical history, critical lab values, and any other important information to help us create an Nutrition Intervention Plan. Once 9:30am comes we leave the office and go to the floor to do rounds. And let me tell ya – I see A LOT of COOL CLINICAL CASES BUT I can’t go into detail because…..H-I-P, HIPAA. We walk the hospital for about 2 and a half hours = my exercise for the day. 

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MY EXERCISE MOST DAYS.

After lunch is charting time. Charting is one of the scariest things but also the most beneficial. This allows me to apply what I learned on rounds and create a Intervention for the patient as well as a plan for Monitoring and Evaluation. Let’s be real – it’s not really me doing it but the Dietitian – yet I get to learn and hone my skills to provide a well-planned Nutrition Assessment and Intervention.

 

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MY HANDY DANDY POCKET GUIDE.

For me Tuesday charting is only an hour because Tuesday is my class day. I leave at 2pm for class at CSUN. The class is titled Food and Drug Nutrient Interaction. And it will haunt me in my sleep and for the rest of my years. Discusses everything from what happens if you eat this food that has this vitamin/mineral and could disrupt the drugs you take. JUST SAY NO TO DRUGS PEOPLE! Oh and don’t ever ever eat Grapefruit or drink Grapefruit Juice if you got like a gazillion medical problems. Thank you. Tuesday’s finally end once I get home around 8:30-9pm. And I prep to do it all over again the next day.

 

Wednesday

Hump Dayyyyyyy!

Each day is pretty much the same. Depends on which Dietitian I rotate with and which floor they do clinical rounds on. Except this day I don’t have to leave at 2pm, I get to chart on patient’s till 4:30pm.I then go home review what I learned in the day and prep for tomorrow.  I have to remember that this Dietetic Internship is a full-time job and I am determined to CARPE THE DIEM OUT OF THIS. Remember?!?! But I do have to remember to find balance in my life. Wednesday nights are my dedicated swimming nights. Swimming has helped clear my mind and calm my nerves over the past year. It’s a good reminder that fitness doesn’t always have to be in a place with four walls. And its the only night they have late night lap swimming in good ole’ Lancaster. 

Thursday

Sorry to bore you but the same as Wednesday, but once I leave the hospital at 4:30pm it means my weekend starts. PARTAY TIME. (Disclaimer: My weekend doesn’t really start I still have to go to work at WIC on Saturday) By PARTAY TIME I really mean its time to turn into an old woman with no life. Sort of like the carriage in the Cinderella turning back into the pumpkin. Yes I said pumpkin – it’s PUMPKIN SEASON Y’ALL. And now back to your regular scheduled blog post. Thursday nights mean I get to go to CrossFit and get some fitness in as the guys like to say and then home to stuff my face with food. And of course asleep by 10pm because 1. I am exhausted and 2. I still am determined to hold on to part of my old life and coach CrossFit at 6am the next day.

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DIETICIANS? DIETITIANS? JUST DO AS THE ENGLISH DO.

Friday

Ahhh! The WEEKEND. I get to start the day at 6am will some of my favorite people. Coaching CrossFit at 6am has become something I cherish and enjoy so much. Some people would say you’re crazy but I love these people. CrossFit – as I said before – will always be apart of my life and coaching classes while I pursue my other dreams is something that brings me happiness and a sense of calm to my crazy life.

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The OG #6am CREW.

Oh and can’t forget about the 8am boys club. I’ve got a soft spot for these studs.

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8am BOYS CLUB.

SATURDAY

Three words to describe my Saturday job at WIC: JUST FAKE LAUGH.

SUNDAY

Take the time to thank JESUS that I made it through another week and get ready for the next. Oh and a sprinkle of fitness because it keeps me sane.

This new life change hasn’t been the easiest but on the days that I get to counsel a person on nutrition or create an intervention plan for someone is worth it. My grandmother has always told me GOD has put us on this earth to help others and this is how I want to help others. I love this stuff. Each day we have the choice to wake up and say I GET TO DO whatever it is you want to do with your life. And when we GET the chance to do what we want, were basically #winning. And if that don’t work  – JUST FAKE LAUGH.

Moving is MESSY. I am MESSY. Life is MESSY. The END.

 

Moving is Messy. Very messy. It’s not the actual mess that you create with all your stuff you’ve hoarded through the years, it’s MESSY because of all the decision making and stupid emotions that come with moving. Moving out has been something I have wanted for sooooo long. WHY you may ask? Welllll, I crave for my own place for my own decorating, my own decision making, and my own Francesca cave. Last weekend I finally got my dream come true and moved out to my own place, but gah what a MESS. But a GOOD MESS not like a GROSS STICKY HOT MESS. It’s a BEYOUTIFUL GOOD HOT MESS. (see what I did there).

Moving is MESSY.

I didn’t realize how much STUFF I have until looking at the STUFF I had to move and what day. I moved in to my new place last weekend which I was hoping to be done in one weekend, but has been drawn out to currently a week and a half. Buying a twin bed, setting up the twin bed, buying bookcases, packing everything in boxes, getting a fridge then buying a BRITA that doesn’t fit in the fridge so having to maneuver shelves to different sizes and hating they new fridge layout. Really Francesca you hate the fridge layout?? Yes, yes I do. The list can go on of everything I have for this MESSY move. Having to run to my parent’s house to keep grabbing items for the week, running to the grocery store for 1 banana, going to Target to buy hangers and random items because duh its Target, then going back to Target to return the item because I had buyer’s remorse or I just didn’t like the Feng Shui it created. MESSY decision making.

 

I am MESSY.

I am a MESS. I can’t decide on anything for this new place. I bought two Keurig’s, TWO KEURIG’S. Who does that?!?! I DO!!! I bought TWO shower curtains, TWO! Of course I returned one Keurig and one shower curtain, but no right person goes and buys two and sits them down and stares at them to decide which one speaks to them. Oh WAIT – I DO. I am so overwhelmed with excitement to decorate my own place that I am all over the spectrum of the HGTV channel. I want to be Joanna Gaines (and have a Chip Gaines one day) wearing a flower crown and cowboy boots yet I also want to have a flamingo rug in my bathroom with pineapple bun hair. This style trend will be released in SPRING 2017 – JUST WAIT. A friend of mine explained it best – “I like listening to country music but when a rap song comes on the radio I can still do a one, two step.”  As mentioned in the my previous post is that I have evolved and grown so much these past 3 years everything from taste preference, style preference, and people preference has changed. Which is why I am a GOOD MESS. I still to this day I am reorganizing everything in the place, adding and taking away. A work in progress. Went to IKEA yesterday – gah – big mistake. I bought a dogs butt hook. WHY?! Because I am a GOOD MESS who enjoys hip-hop with a one, two step next to my farmhouse style table in white birch color. BOOM.

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SEE DOG BUTT.

Life is MESSY.

Trying to put everything together to make this move happen has been adulating at its finest. Calling Edison, calling Time Warner, calling whoever to set up some account for some random person to come turn something on = adulting with strangers turning something on. Yes I know there is so much more to adulting then making sure I have WIFI set up, I’m not that basic. Yet each of one of these components is a part of life, a MESSY life that I am excited and anxious to experience every day. Balancing this move with the internship has been nothing but a true test of what I can handle, and I can handle a whole bunch more than I thought I could. I am however very grateful for the people who helped me to somehow master to this wonky balancing act.

Life will always be messy and I for one will always be a HOT MESS. But a GOOD HOT MESS – I’m a s’more really if you think about it. S’mores are one MESSY dessert, its HOT and GOOD. I’m a S’MORE. Here is to many more GOOD HOT MESSY S’MORE days. The END.

 

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GOOD OLE’ PILE OF MESS.
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I KNOW SOME PRETTY COOL PEOPLE.
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I CALL THIS “MAGNOLIA FLAMINGO”. JOANNA GAINES WOULD APPROVE.
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IKEA. NUFF SAID.
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HOT DOGS CAN BE A GOOD HOT MESS TOO.

Hero WOD “ARNIE” 2016

“To the average CrossFitter, Hero workouts are symbolic gestures of respect for our fallen. CrossFitters from all over the world, regardless of country or allegiance, throw themselves wholeheartedly at these intentionally gut-wrenching workouts that serve as a tribute to our lost protectors.” – Russell Berger, CrossFit Journal

Why do I do CrossFit? It is a question I get asked A LOT! Why suffer through the pain? And I guess my first response is WHY NOT. When I first drank the CrossFit kool-aid I realized I had discovered something bigger than myself. Everybody who has discovered CrossFit, I believe, has a life changing moment/effect. It can be physical, mental, emotional, psychological, but none the less it changes you in some form. For myself, I saw a new way of thinking, of viewing myself, and how I do things in life. Out with the old, in with the new. God gives us only one body and we decide what we do with that body. I choose to push the physical and mental boundaries of my body through CrossFit.

Hero WODs are some of the most grueling workouts, and they serve as a fitting memorial for CrossFitters who are killed in the line of duty. Los Angeles County Fire Fighter Specialist Arnaldo “Arnie” Quinones, 34, was killed in the line of duty on Sunday, August 30, 2009 during the Station Fire. His emergency response vehicle went over the side of the road and fell 800 feet into a steep canyon during fire suppression activities protecting Camp 16 outside the City of Palmdale, CA. He is survived by his wife Lori and daughter Sophia Grace, born three weeks after his death.

When I joined Monster CrossFit, the owner at the time knew Arnie Quinones and participated in the “Arnie” tribute WOD that is now sponsored by CrossFit 2nd Nature in Santa Clarita, CA. Each year, his friends and family at CrossFit 2nd Nature dedicate one Saturday in August to do the tribute WOD created for “Arnie”. All proceeds from the event go to his daughter. Last year was my first year that I had attempted to do the WOD at Rx, due to the persuasion of another female at our box who is now living out her dream as a firefighter in San Francisco. This year with so many different circumstances I just didn’t know if I could do it. Physically I knew I could but mentally is a whole other playing field. The dietetic internship has changed many things for me, including working every Saturday at San Fernando WIC (that will obviously be talked about in another blog post – which I know you can’t wait to read). CrossFit isn’t the main focus but it is and will always be there. Showing up to CrossFit 2nd Nature I anticipated that many women would be signed up for the Rx division after having 4 ladies compete last year. To my dismay, I was told I would be the only female doing Rx. Something I was not looking forward to – competing against myself. For the past few months, that is all I have been doing – competing against myself with endless tears that I can’t lift as much, I can’t move as fast, having numerous rest days in a week, and so much more. What’s one more day of it?!?!

Doing a Hero workout is more than a physical accomplishment – it requires a mental and emotional effect on the body. I decided for once to not compete against myself, but compete FOR myself.  I keep fighting against myself – instead of embracing the beauty of what the future holds for me. So much has changed these past few months, many downs but SOOO many ups. God has given me an opportunity to be a strong female through CrossFit and in the field of Nutrition/Dietetics.

I can’t think CrossFit 2nd Nature enough for the hospitality and support. Their gym is a great representation of the CrossFit community. And to my people, thank you for supporting my crazy dream of being my own version of a MUTHA FUCK’N MOTHER THERESA. Last but not least -Thank you Arnie for giving the ultimate sacrifice.

“Arnie”

With a single 2 pood kettlebell:
21 Turkish get-ups, Right arm
50 Swings
21 Overhead squats, Left arm
50 Swings
21 Overhead squats, Right arm
50 Swings
21 Turkish get-ups, Left arm

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CROSS FITTERS LIKE TO LAY ON THE GROUND.

 

 

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ALWAYS GLAD WHEN IT’s OVER.

 

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THANK YOU CROSSFIT 2nd NATURE FOR AN AMAZING EVENT.

WHAAA A BLOG – VERY Niiice.

Welcome to my world!

Ya scared yet?!?!

You may be asking why BeYoutiful and Bulletproof and what does it mean?

First, let me introduce myself. My name is Francesca Campisi, I am your normal 28-year old trying to navigate life by drinking as much coffee as I possibly can in one day. I am a current Dietetic Intern at California State University Northridge, which probably nobody knows what I even do. I basically tell people it’s the Dietetics version of doing a “doctors residency” that you see on something like Grey’s Anatomy. My other passion is sidelining as a CrossFit Level 1 Coach at Hyht CrossFit. My life consist of CrossFit, nutrition, coffee, talking about nutrition, eating food, CrossFit, doughnuts, reading, sloths, and have I lost you yet by these random things that make up my day to day existence?!?

I have been wanting to create a blog for so long. I have been “toying” with the idea for many years. Why a blog you ask. Well since I hate Facebook but still have it, love Instagram, tolerate Facebook, and use LinkedIn – it just makes total sense for me to do a blog. Real talk though, I have been telling myself I have so much to share with the general population that it would be epic, simply ah-mazing. Granted probably only 5 people will read this post. And ya know what, that is a-okay. I don’t care how many people read this (again only 5 will), or if it goes viral, or if I become an overnight celebrity like Juli Bauer from PaleOMG (who is ah-mazeballs). I am doing this for that one person, who after all is said and done, will hopefully say one day thank you for being that small voice telling me to go “carpe the diem out of this sh#$!” Well you’re welcome.

BeYoutiful and Bulletproof was created and designed by the amazing people in my life who inspire me on the regular. They remain beyoutiful, never ceasing to be their true self when faced with adversity. They continually love themselves, loving others, and loving God.Merriam-Webster defines bul-let-proof as impenetrable, not subject to correction, alteration, or modification. In a nutshell: Wake Up. Kick Ass. And Repeat.

In my 28 years living on God’s beautiful green earth I have finally come to the realization that not everyone will like you or accept you (took me long enough). Again that is a-okay. You will be too much for some people – those aren’t your people. Your people, your tribe will like you, love you, embrace and accept the glorious mess that you are. This blog is for me and my people.

 

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BASIC FLOWER CROWN.
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WE LIKE BIG BUTTS – AND WE CANNOT LIE.
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TRIBE
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PUSH IT.

 

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My Otter-Half. 
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WE APPROVE THIS WOD.

 

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FINAL CUT.

 

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ADELE.

 

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SLOTH. (you have to squint, like hard, really hard but he is there)

 

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WINE IS MY FAVORITE MACRO.