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virginangelicConsidering it's oh...13 days OVER DUE, happy new year to all.
Okay, having done that, 2010 has so far been smooth-sailing with minor blips along the way. I'm NOT getting involved in weird pseudo-family problems, I've actually started writing (all thanks to Bibi!) and I think that's about it. Work so far has been well...work. I can only hope for better things to come this turn of the post-noughties but I highly doubt it. BUT 2010 looks set to be jam-packed with weddings and 21st birthday celebrations.
Being legally recognised as an adult in society may seem like a huge deal to a LOT of my peers but somehow, I just don't see the need to go all out. I think it's likely that I'm just going to the orphanage and offload cash or gifts or something. AND then idk...help out at the old folks home. I'm still figuring things out but yeah, no party. Then again, the LAST time I had a 'party', it was...eons ago. Hah - let's see...my family forgot my 16th, my 18th was oh...forgettable. And the last time I had a cake was before I got enlisted. Yes, I think I'm the only one who gets Enlistment Cake courtesy of my ever lovable Rabbit Crew. ilu girls so so so much!
So yesterday (considering it's like...2am now) was my dreaded MOCT - sort of like a review test. I totally screwed up my practical BIG TIME. And to think Itried mugging for it; studied during working hours, came home and studied and stuff like that. It didn't help that the date wasn't told to us until...oh, two weeks beforehand?
Things would have been SO SO SO much easier if someone could have just informed me the theory paper merely consisted of MCQs. *headdesks* And here I was, forcing my horribly small brain to remember how the circulatory system worked in detail (deoxygenated blood travels to the blah blah), to remembering all the medical terms and definitions. And let's not forget trying to remember which drug is a vasoconstrictor and god. I know I'm ranting too much but seriously, medicine is just so not my forte. I'll also 'fess up that I did not even study at all about infant CPR, let alone the choking procedure/s. I was struggling to study it within the short one hour plus journey back to camp prior to the test. And in the end, I still arrived late.
Haha. It took me an incredibly long time to pass the practical section of the test, particularly my weakest - CPR. Highly ironic considering I had a collapse case some...24 hours before the test. *smacks self* (The patient was asystolic by the time we arrived at the hospital.) And there was no VF throughout.
I'm just thankful that Bud was incredibly patient with me and prompted me countless times.
Bud: After your 5 cycles, what do you do?
Me: Check for breathing?
Bud: No...
Me: Use head tilt chin lift and give ventilation breath? And then check for breathing?
Bud: Ok, so you checked for breathing. Breathing present but no pulse. What do you do?
Me: Oh. OH. I erm...run away.
Typing out that convo convinces me that I'm actually part bimbo or something. Proves you don't have to be blond to be one.
Sigh, I guess I've got another 6 months to prove to myself that I can do better. I've got to do better anyways.
Note to self: Be more composed and calm, never rush. Remember to fully release.
PS. Watching Old Dogs made me dislike kids...A LOT
Okay, having done that, 2010 has so far been smooth-sailing with minor blips along the way. I'm NOT getting involved in weird pseudo-family problems, I've actually started writing (all thanks to Bibi!) and I think that's about it. Work so far has been well...work. I can only hope for better things to come this turn of the post-noughties but I highly doubt it. BUT 2010 looks set to be jam-packed with weddings and 21st birthday celebrations.
Being legally recognised as an adult in society may seem like a huge deal to a LOT of my peers but somehow, I just don't see the need to go all out. I think it's likely that I'm just going to the orphanage and offload cash or gifts or something. AND then idk...help out at the old folks home. I'm still figuring things out but yeah, no party. Then again, the LAST time I had a 'party', it was...eons ago. Hah - let's see...my family forgot my 16th, my 18th was oh...forgettable. And the last time I had a cake was before I got enlisted. Yes, I think I'm the only one who gets Enlistment Cake courtesy of my ever lovable Rabbit Crew. ilu girls so so so much!
So yesterday (considering it's like...2am now) was my dreaded MOCT - sort of like a review test. I totally screwed up my practical BIG TIME. And to think I
Things would have been SO SO SO much easier if someone could have just informed me the theory paper merely consisted of MCQs. *headdesks* And here I was, forcing my horribly small brain to remember how the circulatory system worked in detail (deoxygenated blood travels to the blah blah), to remembering all the medical terms and definitions. And let's not forget trying to remember which drug is a vasoconstrictor and god. I know I'm ranting too much but seriously, medicine is just so not my forte. I'll also 'fess up that I did not even study at all about infant CPR, let alone the choking procedure/s. I was struggling to study it within the short one hour plus journey back to camp prior to the test. And in the end, I still arrived late.
Haha. It took me an incredibly long time to pass the practical section of the test, particularly my weakest - CPR. Highly ironic considering I had a collapse case some...24 hours before the test. *smacks self* (The patient was asystolic by the time we arrived at the hospital.) And there was no VF throughout.
I'm just thankful that Bud was incredibly patient with me and prompted me countless times.
Bud: After your 5 cycles, what do you do?
Me: Check for breathing?
Bud: No...
Me: Use head tilt chin lift and give ventilation breath? And then check for breathing?
Bud: Ok, so you checked for breathing. Breathing present but no pulse. What do you do?
Me: Oh. OH. I erm...run away.
Typing out that convo convinces me that I'm actually part bimbo or something. Proves you don't have to be blond to be one.
Sigh, I guess I've got another 6 months to prove to myself that I can do better. I've got to do better anyways.
Note to self: Be more composed and calm, never rush. Remember to fully release.
PS. Watching Old Dogs made me dislike kids...A LOT
