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Saturday, March 06, 2004

It's weird how time flies, yet it dwadles when you least want it to. I think i've pretty bad time management. I feel like i'm lagging behind in everything and yet i don't seem to be doing much accept studying. BUt nothing is going in. HH freaked me out by being sick and not Telling me for one week. come to think of it, everyone seems to be having something wrong. So many pple going to clinic.

Clinicals

Ok, i got the northen hospital this sem. COuld be worse, wish it were better. I was one of the two poor souls in my class who had to go to the far flung north to access this hospital. After dragging myself out of the house early in the morning and barely squeezing onto the bursting tram to Flinders, i made it onto the train with seconds to spare. We got bounced away by the cranky vehicle for 40 minutes and trudged 20 minutes to the sprawling structure.
OUr supervisor sauntered in 30 min late and led us for a briefing. SHe appeared to have no idea watsoever on what to teach us. But cut to the interesting part.. patient interaction. We fished out our stethescopes.

" Gosh, i don't wanna hang it round my neck," my friend whispered. " I feel like i'm pretending to be a doctor". After he mentioned that, we all held our instruments in our hands. We were led to a ward with a lady who was panting like a dog in the blazing sun. OUr teacher tried to interview her, but we mostly got breathless wheezes. I felt awful for the poor patient who was already so distressed.

" Ok, stethescopes out!!! and in.. " we plugged in and tuned in. and watched our teacher mouth some uncomprehensible words. I was never much of lip reader, so i just plonked my stethescope diaphragm on the shivering patient and tried to listen.

At teh end of the day, i really didn't pick out much , except for the fact not to question someone who barely had any breath left to talk to you. but we all had our stethescopes dangling round our neck, ala ER. Gosh, you do feel more like a doc with that thing round your neck, but the funny thing, is i've no idea what to do with it.

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