A sucker for punishment
Ack! What masochistic impulse drove me to enroll in Perioperative Nursing as opposed to Child and Adolescent Health?
I mean, apart from the fact that C&F is essentially a do-over of Family Health (and thus dreadfully boring), it would have been easier, more midwifery students would be enrolled in the unit and I suppose (in a weird way) it's more applicable to my midwifery focus.
I just wasn't sure I could cope with the yawn factor.
Perioperative is going to be freaking hard. Heaps of anatomy, physiology and pathophysiology ... plus new terminology and differential diagnosis. Saddle up the House team, I'm about to make a fool of myself.
Why couldn't I just pick the easy subject and cruise through second semester next year? Why do I have to make it difficult for myself in the interest of avoiding boredom? A little boredom never killed anyone that I'm aware of. As it stands, I'm not going to know anyone. I'll turn up on the first day of classes and face a room of bloody post-grad Dip students with their three-inch heels and their perfect hair ... and I'll be there in my Chucks with my unruly shag, pretending I'm not intimidated by their four-figure-perfect teeth.
(Yes, okay, I know - their veneers have nothing to do with it, but perfect teeth are intimidating. It's why I could never live in America)
Maybe I'll just sit there and draw pictures of their bunions to make myself feel better ...
I mean, apart from the fact that C&F is essentially a do-over of Family Health (and thus dreadfully boring), it would have been easier, more midwifery students would be enrolled in the unit and I suppose (in a weird way) it's more applicable to my midwifery focus.
I just wasn't sure I could cope with the yawn factor.
Perioperative is going to be freaking hard. Heaps of anatomy, physiology and pathophysiology ... plus new terminology and differential diagnosis. Saddle up the House team, I'm about to make a fool of myself.
Why couldn't I just pick the easy subject and cruise through second semester next year? Why do I have to make it difficult for myself in the interest of avoiding boredom? A little boredom never killed anyone that I'm aware of. As it stands, I'm not going to know anyone. I'll turn up on the first day of classes and face a room of bloody post-grad Dip students with their three-inch heels and their perfect hair ... and I'll be there in my Chucks with my unruly shag, pretending I'm not intimidated by their four-figure-perfect teeth.
(Yes, okay, I know - their veneers have nothing to do with it, but perfect teeth are intimidating. It's why I could never live in America)
Maybe I'll just sit there and draw pictures of their bunions to make myself feel better ...