Hi,
I just finished my first week of work experience at The Royal Melbourne Hospital. It was really good actually.
Day 1
Urology, the kidneys, bladder etc, was. Ugh. Kinda gross. Let's not go there. But they took out kidney stones and stuff. Oh and plastics in the afternoon. That was alright. They pretty much cut out bits of skin and replaced it.. xP I learnt how to open up sterile packages without un-sterilizing them by touching them with my unsterile hands. :)
Day 2
Although I was in the ER, there wasn't any emergency cases. Is it bad that I kinda wished there were? :P Anyway, I saw 3 gall bladder removals. Three.. They don't actually cut you up, but it's called 'key-hole' surgery. So not thaaat gory. And another procedure was clearing the artery in a man's neck because it was being clogged with.. stuff?
Day 3
I was in the Cardiac theatre. I got to see a live heart beating in a man's chest less than a metre away. It was preeetty darn cool. It was a coronary artery bypass and they had to temporarily stop the heart so they could work on it without having blood flooding everything. D: They also used this saw-like thing to cut through the breastbone. It. Was. Pretty. Awesome.
Day 4
I treated myself with a cinnamon pretzel in the morning. :) Brain tumor! Well, it was wrapped around the optic nerve, but still. It got just a teensy bit boring as it was about a 4 hour surgery..
Day 5
I got to follow the nurses around in the day surgery ward, where they take care of post-op patients. It was fuun. And although it was just helping to clean and make beds, I was SO grateful for just being able to help with something. Because I hadn't been able to do anything for the past 4 days.. The people were extremely friendly.
Idk if I'm gonna become a surgeon... Although I didn't find the blood disgusting, and it was quite interesting, I can't really see myself doing it every single day.
Still unclear,
Not-surgeon-to-be.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
An arm in the desert
So,
I had this really crazy, extremely random dream about.. a week ago? It was really vivid and I could actually recall a fair bit. I was going to write it down, but I haven't had the time. Until now, I guess. Although I am struggling to keep my eyes open.
I was in some sort of rocky, brown, dry, cliff-y, desert-like area. I was some sort of a leader to this group of people. Arrows were raining down on us and it was horrible. Here's the weird part, I had this arm in my possession. As in a human arm, from below the elbow to the tips of fingers. Somehow I knew that the arm was good; but I was scared of something, I don't know what, and so I buried the arm.
As soon as I did this, I knew it was wrong. Suddenly, 2 arrows streamed towards me and embedded themselves on my right abdomen and one where my heart is. I remember actually feeling the arrow puncture my flesh and it reeeaaally hurt. At that moment, I thought 'Oh gosh. I'm gonna die. I failed my people. Dear God, help me. I'm sorry.' And in a last effort to salvage the situation and redeem myself before I died, I started to dig out the arm with my hands.
Here's where it gets weirder. The arm sort of.. Came to life and scurried to where all 'my' people were and somehow. I don't quite remember how, it was all okay. And then I looked down, pulled up my shirt and realized it didn't hurt anymore. The wounds were completely gone and there was no blood.
The end.
I know. Unbelievably strange dream.
Dreamer.
I had this really crazy, extremely random dream about.. a week ago? It was really vivid and I could actually recall a fair bit. I was going to write it down, but I haven't had the time. Until now, I guess. Although I am struggling to keep my eyes open.
I was in some sort of rocky, brown, dry, cliff-y, desert-like area. I was some sort of a leader to this group of people. Arrows were raining down on us and it was horrible. Here's the weird part, I had this arm in my possession. As in a human arm, from below the elbow to the tips of fingers. Somehow I knew that the arm was good; but I was scared of something, I don't know what, and so I buried the arm.
As soon as I did this, I knew it was wrong. Suddenly, 2 arrows streamed towards me and embedded themselves on my right abdomen and one where my heart is. I remember actually feeling the arrow puncture my flesh and it reeeaaally hurt. At that moment, I thought 'Oh gosh. I'm gonna die. I failed my people. Dear God, help me. I'm sorry.' And in a last effort to salvage the situation and redeem myself before I died, I started to dig out the arm with my hands.
Here's where it gets weirder. The arm sort of.. Came to life and scurried to where all 'my' people were and somehow. I don't quite remember how, it was all okay. And then I looked down, pulled up my shirt and realized it didn't hurt anymore. The wounds were completely gone and there was no blood.
The end.
I know. Unbelievably strange dream.
Dreamer.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Food for thought
Alright,
Exam papers returned, a french poetry competition, good friends, blowing half my credit on texts and a morning lecture that made me think. That pretty much sums up my week.
I didn't do terribly for my exams. Not that it matters because the marks you got for Year 10 exams don't count for anything. If you fail, it's not a snapshot of your life. Same the other way round, if you did fantastically, it doesn't guarantee you'll do well in life either. So why did I waste so much time and energy studying so hard to get good grades? For that momentary happiness when you feel like you've achieved something, I guess. Is it worth it? Idk.
My friends, I have realized, are amazing. They are unjudgemental and accept everyones flaws and are just so chill.
Texts. Well. They were from this guy who. D: SUCH unfamiliar territory. It was slightly weird. Okay, slightly is an understatement. Maybe it wasn't weird for him, but it was extremely weird for me. o.o I don't even know what to say. Although it was kinda fun, I guess. It made me feel like a different person, instead of the socially-awkward-with-guys-me. BUT my credit is busted so no more awkwardness. :) Twas a good experience though.
The morning lecture was mainly about poverty. Sure, I may not be the richest person on earth, but in terms of the world, I'm on the high side of 'high income'. Overloaded, stuffed, spoilt with endless unnecessary luxuries, and there I was complaining, debating over buying a freaking muffin. But what can I do?
Options:
1. study crazily hard, earn heaps, donate it
2. study crazily hard, do something like Anita Roddick? o.o
3. get the internal PLC scholarship, use saved money to sponsor however many children possible
Ugh. I. Don't. Know. Thing is, I have this horrible feeling that although I feel passionately about this right at this moment, I'm going to just forget about it. I know I will. GAH.
People are dying of starvation right at this moment.
Guilty,
Erica
Exam papers returned, a french poetry competition, good friends, blowing half my credit on texts and a morning lecture that made me think. That pretty much sums up my week.
I didn't do terribly for my exams. Not that it matters because the marks you got for Year 10 exams don't count for anything. If you fail, it's not a snapshot of your life. Same the other way round, if you did fantastically, it doesn't guarantee you'll do well in life either. So why did I waste so much time and energy studying so hard to get good grades? For that momentary happiness when you feel like you've achieved something, I guess. Is it worth it? Idk.
My friends, I have realized, are amazing. They are unjudgemental and accept everyones flaws and are just so chill.
Texts. Well. They were from this guy who. D: SUCH unfamiliar territory. It was slightly weird. Okay, slightly is an understatement. Maybe it wasn't weird for him, but it was extremely weird for me. o.o I don't even know what to say. Although it was kinda fun, I guess. It made me feel like a different person, instead of the socially-awkward-with-guys-me. BUT my credit is busted so no more awkwardness. :) Twas a good experience though.
The morning lecture was mainly about poverty. Sure, I may not be the richest person on earth, but in terms of the world, I'm on the high side of 'high income'. Overloaded, stuffed, spoilt with endless unnecessary luxuries, and there I was complaining, debating over buying a freaking muffin. But what can I do?
Options:
1. study crazily hard, earn heaps, donate it
2. study crazily hard, do something like Anita Roddick? o.o
3. get the internal PLC scholarship, use saved money to sponsor however many children possible
Ugh. I. Don't. Know. Thing is, I have this horrible feeling that although I feel passionately about this right at this moment, I'm going to just forget about it. I know I will. GAH.
People are dying of starvation right at this moment.
Guilty,
Erica
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Resolution to be nice
Right.
I have a resolution. I have resolved to try to not judge and to be nice to everyone. To treat everyone the same. I hate to admit it, but I do treat people differently and it's horrible. So here's me trying to be a better person. :)
Because firstly, judging by just outer appearance is stupid. I know that, but I do it anyway.
Secondly, you don't know what someone has been through so you don't have a right. And everyone deserves to be treated the same anyway.
Besides, you never know how much a single kind act by an unexpected person can do.
Sniffling,
Erica
I have a resolution. I have resolved to try to not judge and to be nice to everyone. To treat everyone the same. I hate to admit it, but I do treat people differently and it's horrible. So here's me trying to be a better person. :)
Because firstly, judging by just outer appearance is stupid. I know that, but I do it anyway.
Secondly, you don't know what someone has been through so you don't have a right. And everyone deserves to be treated the same anyway.
Besides, you never know how much a single kind act by an unexpected person can do.
Sniffling,
Erica
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Learning not to hope
Me thinks I get my hopes up too easily.
How I came to this conclusion you ask? Well. Long story short. O.U.D
Over-expected.
Unmet expectations.
Disappointment.
It happens a fair bit. So my solution? Stop hoping. Stop trying so hard. If it's meant to happen, it'll just happen and I'll be like YAY! Otherwise, it's no big deal. Right? Perfectly logical.
Can't see why I couldn't come to that conclusion earlier.
Don't feel like studying. D:
Procrastinating,
Me
How I came to this conclusion you ask? Well. Long story short. O.U.D
Over-expected.
Unmet expectations.
Disappointment.
It happens a fair bit. So my solution? Stop hoping. Stop trying so hard. If it's meant to happen, it'll just happen and I'll be like YAY! Otherwise, it's no big deal. Right? Perfectly logical.
Can't see why I couldn't come to that conclusion earlier.
Don't feel like studying. D:
Procrastinating,
Me
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