And On To The Next

Well with A&P and Cell Physiology out of the way, we are on to the first step of patient assessment.
Oh how much I miss a real live patient to look at. This is where I disagree with the old timers who claimed that being an EMT for a couple of years was essential to becoming a good paramedic. Over the course of being an EMT I seemed to have lost my imagination, replacing it with actual visualization. Right now I'm having some difficulty with providing an assessment to a patient that besides being a 19 y/o punk, is completely healthy. Not the typical gray hair tripoding as I walk in the door, or the lethargic hypoglycemic staring glossy eyed at the TV. Granted yes, I do have the ability to compile my thoughts to provide a coherent report. Though I certainly have not retained the ability to verbalize what I'm looking at/for when assessing a patient. Seems to me, besides actually knowing the flow of the call, I'd be better off without any field experience at all. Having never been tainted by the real world.
And what in the hell is this oral station that National Registry has. First of all it seems very strange to test the ability to imagine my way through a call, especially when medics seem to be so touch orientated to begin with. I know I'm just bitching for the sake of bitching, but it just seems out of place. Although I do believe I can have a little fun with this. With the traffic lights on, I place the vehicle in park, removing the keys as I exit, I place my left foot in front of my right, then place my right foot in front of my left, I continue this until I have reached the patient's side.

Almost Over The First Hump

With the implending A&P final coming up next weekend there is an oh so litle lull in the action. A night all to myself, sure I should be working on assignments due in the very near future, but for tonight I had nothing due tomorrow. I sat in complete contentness in front of the TV flipping between a couple of movies, slowly drinking a beer that actually felt as refreshing as the rockies themselves. However brief this luxurious rest was going to be, I was going to use every second of it, soaking it up like a sponge. Knowing full and well that the next couple of days would be spent nose deep in numerous books, trying to figure out what information should be remember and what could be discarded.

So I lounge, warmed by the fire and the fleece blanket, snoring like a banshee on the couch.

Ah, lazy like a cat out strecthed in the window, being warmed by the sun.

And now the spell check doesn't work, well hopefully it's not that bad.