Paramedic School is hard.
Thankfully it is also rewarding, challenging, enjoyable and as cheesy as it sounds feels like my true calling...
The first few weeks kicked my butt, full time study had me seriously wiped out. It was all I could do to drag myself home and eat before I fell asleep. I felt a little separated from the rest of the group as I was granted RPL for the first year so joined a group that knew each other and had worked together already but they are great bunch some interesting characters for sure!
Assignments were long hard and often, exams and quizzes constant but I did it - I have papered the fridge with A's and I am VERY proud of myself.
I am saturating myself in all things medical, I spent a period with a fixed wing ambulance crew, which was an awesome experience and fingers crossed may even lead to a casual position with them. I put in my first and second IV's (thanks Mum!), have read miles of ECG's and putting differential diagnoses to the test at every opportunity.
A tired, happy wee minimed - loving learning, stretching my mind and doing the best I can do!
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Relocated...
Well the move happened - I made a quick decision and pretty much resigned, packed and disappeared in about two seconds flat. Its like pulling off a band-aid - better if you do it fast before you think about it too much.
So I'm habituating in the north now, living with Mum after 10 years apart - and surprisingly that has been the simplest part of the move! I'm one semester down of four at Paramedic School and
I've caught back up with some really good friends that geographically I haven't been part of their lives in the last decade. It's good - I love being able to help out with their sprogs, play, drink copious coffee's and generally enjoy the ability to pop on over!
I miss the deep south, the friends, the long stretch of coastline I used to look out over, the restaurant, the bar, the station. Especially hard was missing the engagement of my favourite couple EVER; well, not the engagement but the few days after of champagne and happiness - it's just not the same over the phone. Still good, still giddy, but, I want to hug them.
My family needs me, the cousin not only has two incredibly cute children that I love, but Parkinsons, a debilitating disease that is stealing his strength, his balance, his freedom and ability to work, but not his love, joy in his children, and the strength of character that I know will get him through the darkest days. But as an aside - Parkinsons - it's not just about shaking, and it's not just for old people - its a BITCH! I can't cure him as much as I'd love that magical power but I can mind the kids as much as is needed, they are a pleasure and treasure.
As well as being a parapup and learning the tools to save lives, this little mini-med has been really enjoying her photography. I've taken it to the next level with a course or two and a few thousand more photos added to my collection, an (unpaid) job, and potentials in the pipeline...
So I'm habituating in the north now, living with Mum after 10 years apart - and surprisingly that has been the simplest part of the move! I'm one semester down of four at Paramedic School and
I've caught back up with some really good friends that geographically I haven't been part of their lives in the last decade. It's good - I love being able to help out with their sprogs, play, drink copious coffee's and generally enjoy the ability to pop on over!
I miss the deep south, the friends, the long stretch of coastline I used to look out over, the restaurant, the bar, the station. Especially hard was missing the engagement of my favourite couple EVER; well, not the engagement but the few days after of champagne and happiness - it's just not the same over the phone. Still good, still giddy, but, I want to hug them.
My family needs me, the cousin not only has two incredibly cute children that I love, but Parkinsons, a debilitating disease that is stealing his strength, his balance, his freedom and ability to work, but not his love, joy in his children, and the strength of character that I know will get him through the darkest days. But as an aside - Parkinsons - it's not just about shaking, and it's not just for old people - its a BITCH! I can't cure him as much as I'd love that magical power but I can mind the kids as much as is needed, they are a pleasure and treasure.
As well as being a parapup and learning the tools to save lives, this little mini-med has been really enjoying her photography. I've taken it to the next level with a course or two and a few thousand more photos added to my collection, an (unpaid) job, and potentials in the pipeline...
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