Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Good job.
Yesterday was the 25th.
Our 1 month.
Shy la.
He sent me to work and gave me a book that I saw when we went out the other time at Tampines, that I really wanted, since I've read all of her books, and I've laughed out loud while reading most. He got me the latest (I don't know how latest) book by Sophie Kinsella, "Shopaholic & Baby". The other time I wanted to get it but it was utterly expensive, for a book. Anyway, he actually went all the way to Tampines to get the book because he didn't know what the title of the book was! Hahaha. So sweet. =)
Then he accompanied me while I waited for a PDA person to come. In the meantime, he ate his lunch while I watch him.
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Work was quite good today. I was actually looking forward to today. One of the reason was Daniel was going to accompany me home after work. Another was, the previous night, I'd written a list of the skills I'd be able to do by today. So when I arrived and saw this particular staff nurse I like to work with, I was like "Zoom!" and tried to get as much opportunities as I can.
I did a lot of things I rarely did in the past, like serving medication, giving injections and doing a dressing. I also did writing a report and actually passed report to the afternoon staff! SOOOOO nice! I mean as in I got to do what I'd eventually do when I pass out as a Staff Nurse. I didn't get to follow the Doctors' round, though, but I did read up on their updates and followed up some. For the first time, I felt SO Staff Nurse-y. OH! I also did checking of controlled drugs. Awesome! Hahaha.
Besides, I had wonderful staff nurses and enrolled nurses to work with.
Oh! And I greeted good morning to this quite uptight, demanding, quite knowledgeable, tend-to-dislike-junior-nurses patient by his name! Take that! I was like "Good morning, Mr. Confidential!", and he was like "Oh! Good morning." in a pleasant, but still bow-down-to-me kind of way. I was WAY proud of myself.
I did dressing with, get this, the Sister. She's the kind that usually finds some kind of mistake or problem with you, but is actually doing the right thing in pointing us out. But she does it in a way that "makes you feel like a Year 1", as quoted by Pearlyn. So anyway, she nags a LOT, making us, me, feel like the dumbest, most mistake-full person in the ward. There was this wound chart that I have to record in after doing the dressing. The sister said she'll teach me how to chart it. I thought I was going to die when she asked me to do it in her office. Alone with the boss that you'd want to please. I actually said a prayer before entering her office. But it went quite well. Thank you, God.
I'm hungry.
And I miss my friends.
In my own world,
5:31 PM
