Today is the last day of my Advanced Cardiac Life Support course, a prerequisite to my entrance into a new training program. I am so ready to go home.
Someday my book will say, "A month and P25,000 later, Carl left the big city with ACLS training, but still no job."
I still have to work on that medical clearance thing... hay naku...
Oh well, I guess reading Tintinalli can wait :)
After three years and many droplets of sweat later, I retired my old pair of glasses and bought a new one. Post-haste, I might add, because I had bent the poor thing out of shape already...
Those glasses have witnessed a lot of things: codes, ORs, even pulling out chest tubes out of TB patients. Ugh.
Also witness to a lot of arrogance, shame, and in the end, resignation.
"Let's do the shocking thing!" [During defibrillation]
[On pulling one's tongue as a vasovagal maneuver:]
"What is on this slide? [pause] Really? I didn't know about that... but, okay, if it says so..."