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Tomorrow marks the halfway point in my externship.
It's going better now, I think. The rheumatologist said my name yesterday, and considering before I wasn't even sure if he knew I was alive, that's encouraging. And the neurologist seems to like me, which is very encouraging.
I'm doing better with my blood pressures. The equipment really does make all the difference.
Drawing up medication is hit and miss. I had to switch needles today because it took me four pokes through the rubber on the vial to finally get it all up into the syringe. And glass ampules were a stupid idea. If anyone wants to go to the trouble for me to find out who designed them, I will gladly tell them this myself. Clearly, they never actually USED them.
I'm good at giving injections, though. I suppose most patients I see have had so many shots that they're just used to them, but I have not heard one of my patients say "ow" or otherwise indicate to me that they had experienced anything beyond mild discomfort (which is unavoidable with some of the meds we use, unfortunately). One last week even exclaimed, in front of the neurologist, (God love her): "Wow, it's over already? I barely felt it!"
To which the doctor nodded at me, and said "Perfect."
I spent the rest of that night beaming.
Filing gives me a sense of order and control over my life. The charts are color coded, with color coded dots for an even higher level of organization. Putting them back where they belong gives me a sense of joy I cannot describe, but I'm sure some of you know what I'm talking about...(Emily, Laura...)
Work tomorrow morning, then rehearsal, then work at my other job, then a concert Saturday night, then more work at the hotel.
I better get to bed!
It's going better now, I think. The rheumatologist said my name yesterday, and considering before I wasn't even sure if he knew I was alive, that's encouraging. And the neurologist seems to like me, which is very encouraging.
I'm doing better with my blood pressures. The equipment really does make all the difference.
Drawing up medication is hit and miss. I had to switch needles today because it took me four pokes through the rubber on the vial to finally get it all up into the syringe. And glass ampules were a stupid idea. If anyone wants to go to the trouble for me to find out who designed them, I will gladly tell them this myself. Clearly, they never actually USED them.
I'm good at giving injections, though. I suppose most patients I see have had so many shots that they're just used to them, but I have not heard one of my patients say "ow" or otherwise indicate to me that they had experienced anything beyond mild discomfort (which is unavoidable with some of the meds we use, unfortunately). One last week even exclaimed, in front of the neurologist, (God love her): "Wow, it's over already? I barely felt it!"
To which the doctor nodded at me, and said "Perfect."
I spent the rest of that night beaming.
Filing gives me a sense of order and control over my life. The charts are color coded, with color coded dots for an even higher level of organization. Putting them back where they belong gives me a sense of joy I cannot describe, but I'm sure some of you know what I'm talking about...(Emily, Laura...)
Work tomorrow morning, then rehearsal, then work at my other job, then a concert Saturday night, then more work at the hotel.
I better get to bed!