Welp, we're in the midst of yet another semester--but this time, it's our last! It's so bitter/sweet. The reality that we will soon be leaving one of the best universities in the country for our majors--where we've made tons of great friends and even more precious memories--first sat in when we bought our books for the last time. I love this university. It cares more about education than ratings and sports. I have had professors who are surgeons, physical therapists, nurse practitioners, doctors of anat. and phys., etc. and have learned directly from them and been inspired by their passion. I'm so grateful for the opportunity to be able to go into those professionals' offices and be instructed personally by them. Holy moly. Anyway--
This semester I started a preceptorship on the cardiac floor at EIRMC. From one night shift there with my amazing preceptor, I saw two codes, stood in the elevator with a dead man, inserted medications through a peg tube, performed tracheostomy suctioning, administered tons of medications, taught patients how to deal with their diseases, and lots of other things. Omgosh I've having so much fun.
Being at this specific floor, I have to monitor heart sounds. And..umm..yeah..my stethoscope somehow got stepped on and the diaphragm is poking out and I can't hear a thing with it. Story of my life--especially since I just started clinical. Soooo, I begged my parents to give me an early graduation present--and here it is:
