do O.R. die
I thought I've encountered my most challenging experience when I was in high school. I was wrong.
The month we had my Operating Room shift was literally devastating for me. First was the OR cases and experience itself. Second was the pref cards. Third, the nursing case analysis. Then the lit thesis. Add to that the final examination. I was totally sleepless for the two weeks prior the end of the semester.
The experience in OR was indescribable. It's an experience that can either make or break you. I don't know if it either made me or break me. All I know was, I learned from it. I really learned from it.
I don't know if in the future I might be an OR nurse. I may not like it though. It seems that life outside OR doesn't exist once you're in the OR. I understand now why staff there was somewhat grumpy. Well except for Sir Eugene. I really like him. He can be a clinical instructor or a professor because he has this compassion for students and excellent competence. Yeah, he has plans to teach.
With the monster CI and stubborn doctors and staff, people like Sir Eugene is like a fresh air in a polluted city.
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