April 21st, 2005


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One IV start (first try, small amount of fishing), two IV med 'pushes', one intramuscular injection, one 'per oral' med administration. Lots of other non-invasive odds and ends.

I'm starting to feel like I know what I'm doing. The nurses are pretty laid back with me; none of them bother to watch me anymore. The PAs and doctors are cool, too; they are all fine with me observing examinations and consults and are happy to explain things to me.

I like it. I'm going to have to get myself hired as a part-time ED tech once clinicals are over.

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Yesterday I was sleeping when O2 came in to start his day in earnest. He settled in for his daily dose of 'Dora the Explorer'; I managed to continue to doze. Sometime later, he left the room, then came back in, hopped up on the bed, and came over to attack me; a small naked monster making shooting noises and poking at my face with straws.

"Whoa," I said. "You'll make me lose an eye!"

"Nope," the small monster said. He went back to the shooting noises and poking.

"Hey! I'm gonna lose an eye!"

"No, you won't... It'll be right here on the bed."