Sep 24, 2013 13:42
I swear clinic is going to turn me into an alcoholic and I hardly ever drink anymore except for the occasional glass of sauvignon blanc. Respiratory therapy is the most useless profession out there. The ICU and ER are bearable, but giving breathing treatments non-stop on the adult floors is the most mind-numbing experience ever. Plus, it is damn tiring on my poor legs. My clinical instructor is stopping by tomorrow to observe me do a bedside assessment. Yawn. Who actually does an assessment for respiratory? No one. Ok maybe one therapist actually did, but everyone else hardly bothers with it. Patient is sleeping? Slap the mask on. Vital signs? Lets get them from the monitors in the nurses' station. Breath sounds? 10 point auscultation? LOL you're lucky if they auscultate two points on the chest. And apparently everyone in the hospital has a respiratory rate of 20. It is all about cutting corners. And granted some of the patient loads are excessive and they end up doing the bare minimum to get by. I don't know how I'm supposed to survive two semesters of this crap. Four weeks in and I was ready to quit by week two.
The whole program is a joke. No one teaches anything. Going to class is a joke. If I had a choice I wouldn't even bother to show up. I can read the damn book on my own. Granted I think the worst part of this whole ordeal are the people one has to interact with. They take themselves and the program way too seriously.
Now If I was younger I would QUIT!!!!!!!!!!
But I don't have the stomach to start all over again. I've been dabbling here and there without committing to anything. I actually enjoy EMT the best, but you can't make a living off that. Perhaps my future lies in critical care transport. We shall see.