My bra is tight. My pulse is average and yet my heart feels fluttery. I have been 'trying' to study today. I was moderately successful. It's all relative. I think I want to apply to medical school. I am asking myself daily...is this really what I want? Doctor of Medicine. And yet. On the ward yesterday. Such a fierce lack of compassion. Frustration. It's just a job. I understand. I don't. There are many varied inputs into the 'healing' we receive in hospital. It's the nurses, it's the environment, It's the condition, it's all of this and more... it's money...but perhaps it's time - our most precious non-renewable resource. Building on lessons past: What happens when we slow down. Confront the difficulties of caring for difficult patients. And it is difficult. Difficult is not a THEORY. It is a CHALLENGE. And approaching challenges unprepared can often lead to FAILURE. And ain't nobody likes that shit. Let's focus on getting though the challenge. Because if weight can be lost and people can be cured and life CAN be fun and good. Then I am NOT joining you THERE. Turn down the shame and prejudice and turn up the fucking compassion. TURN THAT SHIT UP.
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AuthorI used to live in Canada, work in forestry and dream about a career in medicine. Now I am studying Nursing and Midwifery as an adult. Archives
September 2017
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