Like rabbits.
So my time at CPFH is coming to an end. Yesterday was my second to last day. Sundays are usually busy, but this one was somehwat decent. (cute allergy shot guy asked me how I was today, hee :D I CAN LOOK CAN'T I?!) Dr. C had to leave early, so we managed to call some patients in early and he blew through all of them.
It saddens me a bit--I'll actually miss seeing all those noisy kids. I'll miss cooing over newborns. Waving bye-bye to silent infants. Watching toddlers who have just started walking waddle their way in. Listening to an 8-year old talk about his baseball game. Smiling and nodding as another one talks about his favorite video game character.
The best was that one preschooler that asked "Are you my friend?" I did a double take, then smiled. Yes, I'm your friend. Are you my friend?
Maybe I've changed my mind about not doing peds... I have yet to see. There's still my fear of parents that has to be dealt with.
I know I complain about parents all the time--they're whiny, overbearing, paranoid, and sensitive--but I understand that it's tough having a sick kid. It's especially tough for parents who are used to being in control... to have something unexpected happen to your kid, something that you can't fix yourself... I can see how that might make one whiny, or overbearing, or paranoid, or sensitive. I won't know the feeling until I have little one of my own.
It's a little disturbing, a little touching to see how parents get. How one mom, as I was drawing her child's blood, cried telling me that she just wanted to know why her kid was getting sick all the time. How angry one dad got when I couldn't get a tymp on his daughter, who was crying louder as each minute passed. Another dad leaving the room because he couldn't stand to watch his daughter get shots. Parents like that I blow off all the time, but what do I know? I could be like that one day.
It saddens me a bit--I'll actually miss seeing all those noisy kids. I'll miss cooing over newborns. Waving bye-bye to silent infants. Watching toddlers who have just started walking waddle their way in. Listening to an 8-year old talk about his baseball game. Smiling and nodding as another one talks about his favorite video game character.
The best was that one preschooler that asked "Are you my friend?" I did a double take, then smiled. Yes, I'm your friend. Are you my friend?
Maybe I've changed my mind about not doing peds... I have yet to see. There's still my fear of parents that has to be dealt with.
I know I complain about parents all the time--they're whiny, overbearing, paranoid, and sensitive--but I understand that it's tough having a sick kid. It's especially tough for parents who are used to being in control... to have something unexpected happen to your kid, something that you can't fix yourself... I can see how that might make one whiny, or overbearing, or paranoid, or sensitive. I won't know the feeling until I have little one of my own.
It's a little disturbing, a little touching to see how parents get. How one mom, as I was drawing her child's blood, cried telling me that she just wanted to know why her kid was getting sick all the time. How angry one dad got when I couldn't get a tymp on his daughter, who was crying louder as each minute passed. Another dad leaving the room because he couldn't stand to watch his daughter get shots. Parents like that I blow off all the time, but what do I know? I could be like that one day.