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Hooray, it was just pre-exam mode. Turns out I really know my stuff. Either that or I'm a fantastic maker-upper of references. Which I'm not. And my ill-spent summer wasn't so ill-spent after all - I got to compare midwifery textbooks of now and of 50 years ago, which amused me. I wittered on about how pelvimetry skills aren't taught anymore and while unnecessary most of the time they're useful in someone who's say, very slightly built or has been in a car crash or something that might have affected the size and shape of their pelvis. And I used different coloured pens for the first time ever in an exam! That was the highlight. Er, no pun intended.
I think I may have come across as more of a fan of folic acid than I actually am, but then it's not a bad thing to write an entire essay on. No, really, folic acid is your friend, though for that question I lived in a makey uppy world where women talk to midwives before they're planning on conceiving. Oh how I laughed. Not out loud, mind, I think the invigilators were confused enough watching three of us move our bodies through the mechanism of birth and then have a good poke of the old pelvis to check what a gynaecoid feels like. Bringing your own pelvis into an exam isn't cheating, right? I swear I didn't try to do an internal exam.
Oh, my course co-ordinator showed up to wish us luck and came back to see our reactions. "Can't talk, too cold, can't talk, hand crampy." Lesson for Thursday, the exam hall is cold. Wear more layers. And bring fingerless gloves. And wear even more layers.
Afterwards back to base in D'Olier Street for tasty coffee and giggles. Much laughter. We've decided that as babies with pathological jaundice get plonked onto the paeds, making our lives a teeny bit easier, we should cover all newborns in marzipan. Dipping them in paint might have adverse affects, especially after what happened to the poor penguins at the zoo. And I swear, none of us were drunk. So the three of us sat there, laughing for an hour. I toddled back to the library to not face fines and this time didn't have to move canoodling arts students out of my way to get to something interesting to read.
Oh, noticed posters for a rally demanding a better health service. Usual stuff, yadda yadda, but the person taking the blood pressure in the picture is Doing It Wrong. Arm extended, please!
Day off tomorrow. Thursday is all the bad things that happen and drugs. So, more folic acid then. I should possibly have lunch. First one over, much better mood now. Even if my plans for nookie were cancelled. And me all purdy, too.
Oh, and not replying individually, cos that just looks silly, but thanks for the support. I occasionally have panics. Hooray for LJ for allowing me voice them in public! :)
I think I may have come across as more of a fan of folic acid than I actually am, but then it's not a bad thing to write an entire essay on. No, really, folic acid is your friend, though for that question I lived in a makey uppy world where women talk to midwives before they're planning on conceiving. Oh how I laughed. Not out loud, mind, I think the invigilators were confused enough watching three of us move our bodies through the mechanism of birth and then have a good poke of the old pelvis to check what a gynaecoid feels like. Bringing your own pelvis into an exam isn't cheating, right? I swear I didn't try to do an internal exam.
Oh, my course co-ordinator showed up to wish us luck and came back to see our reactions. "Can't talk, too cold, can't talk, hand crampy." Lesson for Thursday, the exam hall is cold. Wear more layers. And bring fingerless gloves. And wear even more layers.
Afterwards back to base in D'Olier Street for tasty coffee and giggles. Much laughter. We've decided that as babies with pathological jaundice get plonked onto the paeds, making our lives a teeny bit easier, we should cover all newborns in marzipan. Dipping them in paint might have adverse affects, especially after what happened to the poor penguins at the zoo. And I swear, none of us were drunk. So the three of us sat there, laughing for an hour. I toddled back to the library to not face fines and this time didn't have to move canoodling arts students out of my way to get to something interesting to read.
Oh, noticed posters for a rally demanding a better health service. Usual stuff, yadda yadda, but the person taking the blood pressure in the picture is Doing It Wrong. Arm extended, please!
Day off tomorrow. Thursday is all the bad things that happen and drugs. So, more folic acid then. I should possibly have lunch. First one over, much better mood now. Even if my plans for nookie were cancelled. And me all purdy, too.
Oh, and not replying individually, cos that just looks silly, but thanks for the support. I occasionally have panics. Hooray for LJ for allowing me voice them in public! :)
