squeefulfish (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
squeefulfish) wrote2007-03-16 02:34 pm
squeefulfish) wrote2007-03-16 02:34 pm
*sproing*
Prenatal placement over. Passed. Passed. Passed. That is the bestest word in the universe. Also, the feedback on my performance has puffed my ego up so big that it had difficulty remaining in my body. ("Has lots of common sense and cop on. Will make good midwife, and is aware of own strengths and weaknesses. Midwifery practice is always safe and appropriate.") I'll stop documenting the minutae of my life anytime now. Also, there's 4 weeks of my summer back. Failing means repeating the whole month. I need that whole summertime to make the monies appear in the bank account and maybe, just maybe, not do this insane commute again next year.
That last day was a lot less stressful than any before. Knowing that people seemed happy with me had made the last day of getting up at 04.30 a lot easier, it made the walk to the train in the dark almost fun, I was so bouncy I didn't fall asleep as soon as I got a seat. Instead I pulled out a book and started to read some of that precious fiction that's eluded me for so long. Hey, there are worlds out there that don't revolve around ladies and babies!
Fun day was had on the whole where I felt as if I was in a Carry On movie for a while. Chasing doctors round the place. Though mostly for signatures so we could give the nice ladies their nice drugs to stop them exploding. Ahh... PET, how I've come to know thee! Some arguments with some docs about silly little things, hospital politics annoy me. Some verbal abuse from the partner of one of the girls, though nothing even approaching the sort I used to get in the Little Shop of Horrors. Some chasing of women around the hospital. Some ferrying of blood. Quite a bit of wee. Some more chasing of docs. And a little bit of correcting them. "The nurses will answer that." *gentle cough from the other side of the room* "Sorry, midwives."
This past month, for many reasons, I've been a wee bit of a stress bunny. Thanks for putting up with me. Cookies, anyone?
That last day was a lot less stressful than any before. Knowing that people seemed happy with me had made the last day of getting up at 04.30 a lot easier, it made the walk to the train in the dark almost fun, I was so bouncy I didn't fall asleep as soon as I got a seat. Instead I pulled out a book and started to read some of that precious fiction that's eluded me for so long. Hey, there are worlds out there that don't revolve around ladies and babies!
Fun day was had on the whole where I felt as if I was in a Carry On movie for a while. Chasing doctors round the place. Though mostly for signatures so we could give the nice ladies their nice drugs to stop them exploding. Ahh... PET, how I've come to know thee! Some arguments with some docs about silly little things, hospital politics annoy me. Some verbal abuse from the partner of one of the girls, though nothing even approaching the sort I used to get in the Little Shop of Horrors. Some chasing of women around the hospital. Some ferrying of blood. Quite a bit of wee. Some more chasing of docs. And a little bit of correcting them. "The nurses will answer that." *gentle cough from the other side of the room* "Sorry, midwives."
This past month, for many reasons, I've been a wee bit of a stress bunny. Thanks for putting up with me. Cookies, anyone?