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Dec. 11th, 2009 02:13 amClearing out texts from phone I'm realising a) what a crap year this has been and b) how much I've obviously moaned about it to people. Um, sorry about that.
Finals are Eating My Life, such as it is. Haven't left house since Monday the 30th. Which, er, was last month. This is probably not entirely healthy and certainly the postural hypotension I've been experiencing might be at least partly due to that lack of fresh air and exercise. Fainting is bloody scary. Narrowly missed smooshing laptop first time it happened, which is scarier - only remaining access to outside world.
House is covered in little sticky notes with things like "Cecily, 1998, PPH" "Declan, 1996, Sexuality and midwifery" written on them. I don't appear to believe in surnames. Am determined to get as much social stuff in as possible, fear am turning into supervisor. There are worse women to emulate. Have managed to get Cecily's work into most exams so far simply because I adore what she says: a 500ml blood loss is considered a post partum haemorrhage, yet that's only a little more than a blood donation after which I'm not pumped full of IV fluids but given a cup of tea and a pencil. Also, at term, women have 1.5 - 2L extra blood swooshing round them, so 500ml ain't a lot to lose when most of it's plasma anyway.
Have yet to look properly at Bord Altranais scope of practice, record keeping and guidelines for midwives but as I've a mini-LibraryDay tomorrow, um, today I can get it done then. Abnormal stuff will take up Monday evening/Tuesday, Saturday and Sunday afternoon are for skimming normal notes and trying desperately to remember what I've read over the last 3 and a bit years. Realise I'm repeating myself a lot lately, but it's calming me down to witter. Shoulders are very very knotty, though yet to approach Schol levels of knottiness so that's not too bad.
While registration on the midwives division with An Bord Altranais (agus Cnáimhseachas, soon, they decided on a name I don't disapprove of!) is what I'm after, still want to do well enough that postgrad work isn't out of the question. Depending on how things go over the next while, might yet be heading straight into MSc.
Finals are Eating My Life, such as it is. Haven't left house since Monday the 30th. Which, er, was last month. This is probably not entirely healthy and certainly the postural hypotension I've been experiencing might be at least partly due to that lack of fresh air and exercise. Fainting is bloody scary. Narrowly missed smooshing laptop first time it happened, which is scarier - only remaining access to outside world.
House is covered in little sticky notes with things like "Cecily, 1998, PPH" "Declan, 1996, Sexuality and midwifery" written on them. I don't appear to believe in surnames. Am determined to get as much social stuff in as possible, fear am turning into supervisor. There are worse women to emulate. Have managed to get Cecily's work into most exams so far simply because I adore what she says: a 500ml blood loss is considered a post partum haemorrhage, yet that's only a little more than a blood donation after which I'm not pumped full of IV fluids but given a cup of tea and a pencil. Also, at term, women have 1.5 - 2L extra blood swooshing round them, so 500ml ain't a lot to lose when most of it's plasma anyway.
Have yet to look properly at Bord Altranais scope of practice, record keeping and guidelines for midwives but as I've a mini-LibraryDay tomorrow, um, today I can get it done then. Abnormal stuff will take up Monday evening/Tuesday, Saturday and Sunday afternoon are for skimming normal notes and trying desperately to remember what I've read over the last 3 and a bit years. Realise I'm repeating myself a lot lately, but it's calming me down to witter. Shoulders are very very knotty, though yet to approach Schol levels of knottiness so that's not too bad.
While registration on the midwives division with An Bord Altranais (agus Cnáimhseachas, soon, they decided on a name I don't disapprove of!) is what I'm after, still want to do well enough that postgrad work isn't out of the question. Depending on how things go over the next while, might yet be heading straight into MSc.
