…run over by a ten wheeler truck

My OR experience was really different….its kinda typical in a not so typical way….

…first exposure was purely observation..Do- not- touch- anything- just- watch Rule pervaded the entire OR..intended specifically for us student nurses…fine with me.

Next, we were given schedules on who to go on DR first, OR first…the rest will just have to observe…still fine with me.

I decided to observe inside the OR instead of the DR…i was more fascinated with scalpels, retractors, kelly clamps than dilating cervixes(….eww)…there was C-section going on..every one of us were tensed( students are always tensed…agree?)….when the neonate was lifted from the womb and placed on the waiting crib, my Ci was telling the one who was about to do cord dressing to bring the baby fast to the DR room to be suctioned( the DR was in the next room )..and so everyone was on their feet…..busy…busy…busy…. 

Still observing..I followed my Ci and and another student to the DR..i wanted to see the baby being suctioned and cord dressed….while in the DR, my Ci suddenly asked me to go back hurriedly to the OR to retrieve the baby’s information sheet which the student in charge forgot to bring with her…and so i went,..hurriedly..(being aware about cold stress and the desire to impress my Ci with fast moves)..i literally ran from one room to the other…then…WHAM!…as i was about to open the OR door..i hit the anesthesiologist right in the face…not fine.

No one spoke for a moment…then as i was about to blurt out my sincerest apologies….he screamed at me…ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME???!!!…..(fyi: I’M 5′ TALL, 42 KLS, SMALL-BONED, petite and cute)…..and he screams at me as if he has just been run over by a speeding ten wheeler truck….KILL HIM?..

I wish i had….

Didn’t apologize…

Apologies are meant for humans..

Not raving animals called over acting Anesthesiologists. 

being born

…Hi its me again…now where was i when i last left you….hmmmn…yeah…student nursing….

On my third year through nursing school, i really had a hard time starting out at first…but as time went by, i finally got the hang of it…weird schedules, unending case after after case after case after case presentations….even weirder patients, Clinical Instructors from hell and back (well not all of them i guess, some were stuck in purgatories and i hope their sins are never forgiven)…and doctors from Mars…well anyway, i would just like to tell you of an experience i had when we were about to have our OR/DR exposure…

everyone was excited…including me…that’s right…ME.

I never thought that someday i would get excited about something i really am not so fond of …but then again i guess i have finally grown to like what i do…or  is it just because i guess i have no choice but to do it anyway…whichever way you put it.

On our first day, we had our orientation on the area…it includes OR 1, OR 2, and Delivery rooms…adrenalin was rushing…it was the first time i saw neonates being born…literally seeing them come out from the wombs( or the vagina to put it more bluntly, womb is only for those who had gone C-sections)…everybody was tense except for the staff who took everything  so calmly….this was the scenario: laboring mom crying and shouting because of the pain, assisting nurse coaching her to bear down properly while doing fundal pushes, another nurse supporting her perineum so she won’t lacerate excessively, midwife waiting to catch the baby when it comes out, and us of course…jaws dropping in mid air… and so we watched and observed…some in awe…some in shock…others in disgust….even some in remorse(..i’m gonna tell my mom i love her when i get home guys)…all in all, it was truly an amazing experience..(just don’t drop those tiny, wriggling,slimy,vernix caseosa-covered neonates into the pail).

Next was the OR….

student nurse

…nursing wasn’t really my first choice in college…i wanted to be an artist..a sucessfull lawyer..an accountant..a fashion icon…a chef..hell, even a dressmaker!.. anything would do except being in the medical field…i can’t stand blood, gore, vomitus, especially mutilated limbs and communicable diseases…

…i don’t know what happened though…i ended up taking up Bachelor of Science in Nursing…God help my soul.

during my first two years in college..i had fun…that was easy..everything was so predictable…lectures, assignments, projects…typical college life…

on my third year…things started turning 360 degrees towards insanity…we were about to start our hospital duties…

but before that…we had to have proper gear…like soldiers donning their uniforms and guns for war..we had to wear stupid aprons( did nightingale wear an apron at the Crimean War?) and stethoscopes without bullets( i’d really like to shoot those toxic CI’s and head nurses if given the chance…with stethoscopes? what the hell…)….

and so came my first shooting day…er..duty day …..one word…QUIT.

…while you still can.

( to be continued………………..)????

pushed, pulled, dragged and beaten..

…haven’t heard from me since i started my training program…

well, here i am guys…still alive…pushed, pulled, dragged, beaten…but alive…

when i started this blog i said to myself i’d tell the world of my experiences…but then again i realized..who cares..the world already has a lot of problems on its own…i guess my ‘harrowing"? experiences won’t really matter…but you know what, i feel like telling it anyway….so what…

so..here’s the hard part..what would i say?…where do i start?…i don’t want to talk about my childhood…its too typical (dolls, ribbons, lollipops…ew); i also don’t want to talk about my dreams and wishes…they’re unattainable anyway ( climb Mt. Everest, win a million dollars, marry josh hartnett….sigh); and i don’t want to talk about my lovelife most especially…its uncomplicatedly complicated( what have i gotten myself into…whew)….anyway, i’ve finally decided to talk about something familiarly different…my medical life..my hospital rendevous’…my real life encounters with…life.

buckle up guys…i’m about to get you into the world of real life dramas..