I haven’t posted on this blog since before Christmas. Sorry about that. I have just completed my Pedi/Ob semester. While it really wasn’t my cup-o-tea, it could have been much worse. I started out this semester in the local children’s hospital. Having to see so many very sick little kids is really heartbreaking, but that’s not what I was worried about. I was more worried about the dragon-headed, student nurse-eating, what-do-you-think-you-are-doing-with-my-child parents. I know my wife and let me tell you, I don’t ever want to be the nurse in charge of her child when the child is gravely ill. I get the whole interrogation act when my daughter gets the sniffles here at home. However, to my surprise all of the parents that I met were incredibly understanding of my situation. This included the parents who were nurses themselves and the parent of a child who terribly needed a complete intestinal transplant. My clinical instructor for this section was very tough. While I liked her just fine, many of my colleagues did not. I’m pretty sure that my “B” in clinical was one of the higher grades. In my final evaluation, I was told that I did extremely well. Why the heck didn’t I get an A then?….We missed a couple of days due to the mega ice storm of the century, and I was graded as “just short of becoming independent” due to the acts of God I cannot control, which would have given me an A. I suppose I should have prayed harder.
In the next post I’ll fill you in on where babies come from. Trust me, I know!
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