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Yesterday I packed only my emergency skills workbook to take to school since our schedule said we would have a full day of Emergency Skills "workshop". Well, our workshop turned out to be about an half and a half of a very quick overview of just a few of the emergency skills (cord prolapse, shoulder dystocia, PPH etc) and then the whole class was sent first to the scuzzy student lounge down the hall, and then to an empty classroom to wait our turn to do OSCE's!
The whole class had assumed that we would have a full day of actual workshop, practice some of the skills, ask questions, and then have the instructor look over our shoulder as we did maneuvers for shoulder dystocia and such to assess us, and we'd be done. Instead, they took us two at a time and spent an average of 30-60 minutes to go through 3-5 of the maneuvers in a very stressful, unexpected OSCE set up. If we had been told we would have to wait all day to do OSCE's I would have brought my computer and research material to work on my damn paper that's due on Monday! Instead, we all desperately reviewed the workbook on our own, bitched and moaned about the situation, watched silly things on YouTube on someone's tablet, and finally ventured out quickly for some food. We weren't even told what time each of us would be tested, what order we were going or how long it would take, so we were all afraid to leave the building to go work on research in the library, find food, or heck - some of us could have gone HOME and come back! I reminded myself that there was nothing I could do about the situation and just "breathed in peace and radiated light" as my friend Joanna would say, but then one of the other students would bitch and moan some more and I'd get caught up in it again. It was a frustrating day for sure.
I was in the last group to do the OSCE's. I had given up my spot an hour earlier to another student who still had several hours to travel when she left and by the time I got in there, the assessors were tired and hadn't eaten. Perrrrrfect. After 7 1/2 hours of waiting around while stressing about having to do OSCE's, I finally had my chance to get in there and did them (successfully, I'm pretty sure).
I talked with several of my classmates later in the evening and we all feel teary, weary, and just generally frayed around the edges. It's brutal. As my phone's battery slowly died on the way home from school last night, I quickly talked with Jack and the girls on the phone to say goodnight, then had supper with two of my classmates while we slowly unwound from the tension and frustration of the day. We toasted a hearty TGIF and the end of hell week - the hardest parts are OVER, I've done OSCE's 3 times and passed, and I'll be going home in less than a month! It's a very good feeling.
Today, I have to work on my paper and I have doubts that I will be able to submit it on time on Monday. So, I'll go in search of food (my host's kitchen has been not very accessible since they did some renovations last week. Hopefully I can find some toast or eggs, or oatmeal), get in line for the bathroom for a shower and get started on my paper - the use of NRT for smoking cessation in pregnancy - whoopee!
The whole class had assumed that we would have a full day of actual workshop, practice some of the skills, ask questions, and then have the instructor look over our shoulder as we did maneuvers for shoulder dystocia and such to assess us, and we'd be done. Instead, they took us two at a time and spent an average of 30-60 minutes to go through 3-5 of the maneuvers in a very stressful, unexpected OSCE set up. If we had been told we would have to wait all day to do OSCE's I would have brought my computer and research material to work on my damn paper that's due on Monday! Instead, we all desperately reviewed the workbook on our own, bitched and moaned about the situation, watched silly things on YouTube on someone's tablet, and finally ventured out quickly for some food. We weren't even told what time each of us would be tested, what order we were going or how long it would take, so we were all afraid to leave the building to go work on research in the library, find food, or heck - some of us could have gone HOME and come back! I reminded myself that there was nothing I could do about the situation and just "breathed in peace and radiated light" as my friend Joanna would say, but then one of the other students would bitch and moan some more and I'd get caught up in it again. It was a frustrating day for sure.
I was in the last group to do the OSCE's. I had given up my spot an hour earlier to another student who still had several hours to travel when she left and by the time I got in there, the assessors were tired and hadn't eaten. Perrrrrfect. After 7 1/2 hours of waiting around while stressing about having to do OSCE's, I finally had my chance to get in there and did them (successfully, I'm pretty sure).
I talked with several of my classmates later in the evening and we all feel teary, weary, and just generally frayed around the edges. It's brutal. As my phone's battery slowly died on the way home from school last night, I quickly talked with Jack and the girls on the phone to say goodnight, then had supper with two of my classmates while we slowly unwound from the tension and frustration of the day. We toasted a hearty TGIF and the end of hell week - the hardest parts are OVER, I've done OSCE's 3 times and passed, and I'll be going home in less than a month! It's a very good feeling.
Today, I have to work on my paper and I have doubts that I will be able to submit it on time on Monday. So, I'll go in search of food (my host's kitchen has been not very accessible since they did some renovations last week. Hopefully I can find some toast or eggs, or oatmeal), get in line for the bathroom for a shower and get started on my paper - the use of NRT for smoking cessation in pregnancy - whoopee!