My bags are packed
I start OB tomorrow in a small town about an hour and a half away. I am working with a doc in private practice and staying with an older woman who donates a spare bedroom to medical education.
Graci was with this same physician during her last rotation. Of her, he said, "She is the most superior student I have had the honor of mentoring in several years." So...no pressure there. (She's going to kill me for writing that, by the way.)
The older woman has a dog, though, so the clerkship should be a great success--I'm good with dogs.
5 comments:
You'll do fine, mate. Just make 'em sit and stay.
Canine love - hard to beat. Good luck little one.
This medical journey is pretty cool. You're so stepping out of the box most of us live in. I'm sure you'll have tales...
You will be great. Isn't OB one of your favorites?
Just remember to keep your wet towels off of the floor and you will be good to go.
And talk to the dog, do schleppy things like sing, "You ain't nothin' but a hound dog..." to him/her. An impromptu dance number with the dog will also warm the cockles of the owner's heart. Not that I do that shit with my dog or anything. Hell, no. Not me....
Hee hee hee, Vic ;>
Thanks for the luck, Madame.
Yeah, Cheryl, I feel like I start a new job with every rotation. Just when I've got it figured out, I move on to the next one.
I'm talking to the dog...lots. I haven't danced with him yet, but there's time.
Post a Comment