This week, we’ve had a few required days filled with computer systems and BLS training. Nothing that could be considered demanding. The only days I needed to show up on the hospital campus were Wednesday and Thursday, and for far less than a full day.
The new moon is Wednesday and I planned to sit for Step One on Tuesday. Instead, a rough practice exam last weekend shook my confidence and forced re-evaluation. Step is coming, but am I ready?
I don’t wanna. I know I need to, but I don’t wanna.
I see death in three flavors, like an inevitable Neapolitan ice cream: someone close and loved, someone estranged or complicated, and someone distant. This is a story about someone distant.
27yo male presents 5days post-fall with occipital contact on semi-padded surface and no loss of consciousness.
Waking up on Saturday, I felt a little groggy. Not sure if it was the ice cream binge of black cherry talenti, or the late night of studying combined with a low pressure system rolling through the morning, or the mild brain trauma of Monday finally showing itself.
A few days off classes and four days with family does wonders for the psyche.