A fulfilling day

I had a great time in the ER today. I really feel like I'm getting to know how everything works and today I feel like I really made a difference. It was very busy with all kinds of patients. I felt like I was able to make their visit a little less traumatic. I really enjoy getting to know people and helping them one on one. I definitely don't want to work anywhere were I can't get to know the people I work with. I also am finding that even things like Orthopedics are too repetitive to keep my interest. It seems I am just built to become a Family Practice Doc. We'll see.

Bump on a log

So I didn't learn or get anything done this week. I was sick last weekend so I didn't go to the ER on monday. Then on thursday nobody was there to train me in the orthopedic center so I basically did nothing for an hour and a half before leaving. Sad! I really want to help people but at this rate I'm not making much of a difference. I am looking forward to school again so I can kick my but in gear and stop moping around.

Missed the ER this week

I was sick over the weekend so I couldn't go into the ER today to help out. I did want to share something I watched last time I went and what I learned from it. I was walking back from the waiting room on my way to check on some patients when I suddenly heard a most terrible wail followed by intense sobbing. I looked over to see a woman (maybe in her twenties) sitting down and a hospital employee sitting across from her. The woman was trying hard to control herself but couldn't help but choke out intense tears. I didn't immediately know what was going on, and there wasn't much I could do to help. I soon found out that she had been awaiting her fathers transfer to the ER when she recieved news that he had unexpectadly passed away while in transit. I always kinda wondered what it would be like to have to tell someone terrible news. I thought that I might shy away from such a thing. But as I watched this poor woman struggle I couldn't help but want to reach out to her. Telling someone bad news might be hard, but doing it right could make a world of difference to someone. I now know that I'm not afraid of doing something like that because I know that I could make a difference and help someone get through something very difficult. It reminds me of a friend back east who had a miscarriage and said that a patient doctor who was willing to just sit with them for a time while he could have been off doing other things made a HUGE difference to her and her husband. That is the kind of doctor I want to be.