Jul 6, 2022
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Старый конь,борозды не испортит…
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Is CRNA school acceptance getting easier or harder over time?
Over the past decade, CRNA schools have become more competitive.
For instance, a decade ago, I heard stories of people applying (and getting accepted) into CRNA school after only 3–6 months of experience in the ICU.
Most Nurse Anesthetist Schools require at least one year experience by the time you matriculate (begin your program). And lots of people were applying before their year was fulfilled, knowing fully they would have it completed by the time their program started.
This trend has entirely disappeared in the wake of all programs transitioning to DNP programs.
Now I’m hearing stories that those accepted into CRNA school have 2–5 years ICU experience on average, and it is less common for someone to apply and be accepted after only one year in the ICU.
The CCRN used to be entirely optional. It is now nearly mandatory (not because it’s required, but because you’ll be the only applicant without it if you don’t get it).
Earlier, you could have gotten in with a lower GP, and now you need to have taken some graduate-level courses to boost your application.
There’s more competition now than there was a decade ago. And there’s more you need to do to get accepted. There are so many steps along the way that it is easy to lose track, and just one rejection letter is enough to discourage you from this path.
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So I need to share a story about my top surgery
I was shit scared of the anesthetic part, throughout the entire of this journey, knowing that I'd be put to sleep just didn't sit right, I didn't like the idea of it at all. So it's the night before and I've come to terms with it and I'm "okay" with it. I thought I was having surgery in the morning, it's now 3pm when I get wheeled down to the anesthetist and I've had all day to over think every tiny aspect, I'm silent the entire time they're wheeling me down, then a young female anesthetist and a nurse come in and call my name and I followed them through, I get on the bed and I'm surrounded by the anesthetist I met that morning, his assistant, a junior anesthetist and the one who just came to get me. After attaching wires all over me, my surgeon coming in to speak to me, me explaining as well as I could put into words how genuinely terrified I was about being put to sleep, we're ready. The lead anesthetist guy from the morning told me that he was about to put my cannula in and it was going to scratch, he wasn't wrong. This is when the young female anesthetist starts talking to me about the beach and that's when I feel the anesthetic start to leak up inside my arm, and she's still talking to me about the sand and the warm sun and I can start to feel myself going which I've already told myself is fine, I'm now agreeing with her that I'm just on the beach and we're going to have a nap and I blink and the almost entire of my vision went black and closed in and the last thing I do is grab the young anesthetists hand who's next to me monitoring my heart rate, I don't know what made me do that but he held my hand and squeezed it as I went out and the last thing I remember hearing is him saying, "you're okay". I didn't even get his name but I want to thank him.