Good lord, I actually stuck my partner’s vein on the first try. Nearly fainted from shock.
(Honestly, I’m uncomfortable with the amount of success I had last week. It feels like the first 20 minutes of a horror movie: sure, there’s a chance nothing bad has happened because you got the genre wrong, and it’s actually a feel-good film about the Robinson family’s camping trip. But more likely – the longer the happy part lasts, the more gruesome it will be when half the family is pulverized by sentient lawnmowers.)
Speaking of gruesome (transition clauses! Oh, if my 7th grade English teacher could see me now!) , we’re in the midst of a barrage of Transition to 3rd Year events, where we get called into the auditorium every other day to be told pearls like what to do if you’re sick (go to work anyway), how to look up clinical information (apparently there’s a magic thing called “using The Google”), and what to do if you’re being harassed or bullied by a surgeon.
(I don’t remember the answer to that last one. Except that it was lame. I Am Not House‘s suggestions were better.)
My Reaction When Last Year’s M2 Class Was Going Through This:
My Reaction Now That I Am Going Through This:
Three weeks! Stay tuned.