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Save me, Jebus!
Jan. 31st, 2006 11:52 pmSchool crazy. No time to spam LJ. Me sad.
See? :(
Clinical was everything I expected it to be, meaning not much. Stood around in the Ped ER observing intake and triage. Left the hospital depressed, as we ran into a 14-year-old with autism who'd been abandoned by his alcoholic mother after getting picked up by the police and being taken to the hospital as a John Doe. As I type this I'm seeing him as he was when we left for the day, rocking on his hospital bed with a vacant yet bright smile on his face while watching television, a nurse stationed outside his door lest he attempt to leave and I'm tearing up. Talk about fucking depressing. This kid is headed to foster care and I hope to God someone adopts him. Then there was the girl who'd been raped and...see, that one just slammed all of us. We were doing our end of clinical discussion. I talked about my patient who came in because of a nosebleed but was cleared, another woman talked about her patient who ended up having a slight case of pneumonia, ha ha ha jovial, everyone was okay... then the one guy in our group started talking and his patient was a girl on Ped Med-Surg recovering from vaginal surgery because of the assault. No one was expecting a case like that. Just all kinds of fucked up. Like the real world.
Right. Today was pretty fun, if stressful. Had the first meeting of my grad-level course on Portrayals of Nursing in the Media. I liked it and found it thought-provoking. The woman to my left didn't seem to enjoy herself and she sort of reminded me of myself, as she spent a lot of the time hemming and hawing about the class. I found out first-hand that bitching in the middle of a class is hella annoying. Next week I'll be sure to sit away from her.
Decided to participate on the school's newspaper. Said I would write two articles, one a feature on Bill Frist's SMART Grant initiative, another on Oscar Predictions. What I didn't know when I signed up was that they'd be due THURSDAY at MIDNIGHT. D'oh. I don't even know what the damned Oscar nominations are. Woe.
And the less that's said about Pharmacology the better. Jesus Handbasket Christ.
See? :(
Clinical was everything I expected it to be, meaning not much. Stood around in the Ped ER observing intake and triage. Left the hospital depressed, as we ran into a 14-year-old with autism who'd been abandoned by his alcoholic mother after getting picked up by the police and being taken to the hospital as a John Doe. As I type this I'm seeing him as he was when we left for the day, rocking on his hospital bed with a vacant yet bright smile on his face while watching television, a nurse stationed outside his door lest he attempt to leave and I'm tearing up. Talk about fucking depressing. This kid is headed to foster care and I hope to God someone adopts him. Then there was the girl who'd been raped and...see, that one just slammed all of us. We were doing our end of clinical discussion. I talked about my patient who came in because of a nosebleed but was cleared, another woman talked about her patient who ended up having a slight case of pneumonia, ha ha ha jovial, everyone was okay... then the one guy in our group started talking and his patient was a girl on Ped Med-Surg recovering from vaginal surgery because of the assault. No one was expecting a case like that. Just all kinds of fucked up. Like the real world.
Right. Today was pretty fun, if stressful. Had the first meeting of my grad-level course on Portrayals of Nursing in the Media. I liked it and found it thought-provoking. The woman to my left didn't seem to enjoy herself and she sort of reminded me of myself, as she spent a lot of the time hemming and hawing about the class. I found out first-hand that bitching in the middle of a class is hella annoying. Next week I'll be sure to sit away from her.
Decided to participate on the school's newspaper. Said I would write two articles, one a feature on Bill Frist's SMART Grant initiative, another on Oscar Predictions. What I didn't know when I signed up was that they'd be due THURSDAY at MIDNIGHT. D'oh. I don't even know what the damned Oscar nominations are. Woe.
And the less that's said about Pharmacology the better. Jesus Handbasket Christ.
