Monday, June 26, 2006
Gerontology Ward.
Clinical attachment started today. First thing in the morning, I was fucking pissed. The bus came late. I waited HALF an HOUR for the big fat bus. I was so pissed I wanted to cry. I was so angry I thought of telling (I can't possibly yell) the bus driver that he was super late. I thought of giving him the blackest look ever. But when it came I was relieved a little. But then the traffic was SO slow! Seriously! Why do buses that you wait for come late when other buses that you don't wait for seem to arrive every 5 seconds. Also goes for other instances. I mean seriously! Why do you keep seeing someone you don't want to see but the one you want to see seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth? Why do you keep expecting someone who you want to call or message you to call or message you but it's always someone else that calls or messages you?
Well. I wasn't late, thank God.
First day of CA in a gerontology ward was alright. To the brink of boredom. I think I spent more time standing around waiting for something to happen than actually doing something. But I did something. I did LAST OFFICE. A patient died. I wrapped him up in a mortuary shroud. It was ok I guess. The part where his mouth was wide open was scary though. Like he was screaming at the time he took his last breath. I don't know how it got so wide open. The part where I was alone in his cubicle with him already covered from head to toe in white was a little freaky too. I didn't exactly have any feelings cuz I was new to the ward and he died before I even saw his face. No family around. I mean it's quite surprising that the nurses didn't actually show any emotions either. The environment was like "Oh another patient died. Gotta wrap him up.". Well, I'll just wish him to rest in peace.
I'm scared. Not because of the late patient. Because of the part that I'm now a second year student and I'm expected to be more observant and smarter and know stuff. It's finally kicked in that I'm going to graduate as a registered nurse. A staff nurse. It's bloody stressful, I swear.
Oh my clinical facilitator was alright actually.
And now I'm just waiting for 11pm to come. I'm gonna watch Grey's Anatomy.
In my own world,
8:26 PM
