Been three weeks since the last time he was able to visit, I will probably get no studying done but I am not even mad about it!
It’s per diem (which is perfect) and nights (which is super perfect) aaaand it’s one of the few hospitals that doesn’t required you to be a CNA (because being an EMT for 3 years isn’t enough experience wtf).
Fingers crossed
Toes crossed
Eyes crossed
Uncle & Niece! x
…I don’t know what nursing school they’re talking about, but there’s been plenty of crying in my experience. Mostly by me.
Happy (30th!!) Birthday to this ridiculous person.
And now I am eating cake!
Thats the point right???
| — | 8-year-old boy simultaneously (1) describing “How bad his sore throat was” and (2) inventing an insect-bite-based pain scale. |
No transition is ever truly complete without some sort of process or ceremony.
The unofficial process was clearing out our lockers and turning over our faculty keys; the official one involved planting a tree.
Outside of our faculty is a plain where trees have been planted along the length of the path leading to the main gates. Some are short and young, others large and old. Each one of them represents a preceding class of medicine.
As we gathered outside in the bright summer sun, the faculty came out to say a few words and to bid us farewell and good luck. A fresh plot had already been chosen and a hole dug. With a little collective effort, we moved the tree into position and let it fall gently into place.
It was done. Another tree now sat on medicine row.
Though it was a simple process, it was also a symbolic gesture. This was our tree, and ours alone. From these faculty grounds it would spring up from its newly seeded roots into something bigger and better.
May we thrive as it thrives in the years to come.
When I went to say goodbye to my patient as I was leaving for the day and she said to me, “You are the nicest nurse I have ever met. Even my daughter said the same thing.”
After the first 12 minutes:
