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Today was the final misery of wards.
Mind you, it hasn't been a totally bad experience altogether.
There's been good teaching, fun and laughter and obviously the nerve wrecking traumatising bits.
but all in all i would have to say that the infection unit is a great ward.
If u want teaching in real time and with hypertensive action...
drop by the infection unit. ..... said the spider to the fly.
I am sitting here typing this, after coming back from the pub, at 1.30pm in the afternoon,
with currently circulating double rum and lemonade.
I am not completely sobre.
But i think i will survive the following 2 lectures.
As well as a shopping trip to morrisons.
I'm so proud of myself.
Today we had the much awaited OSCE. (i.e the ward test that tests if u can examine patients without killing or breaking something and to see if u can think on ur feet)
it was four stations.
And by luck or grace or just for the sake of getting it over and done with
I started off my first examination with FB doing respiratory examination of an old nurse with breathlessness.
Didn't go too well because i didn't manage to complete the whole drill
well...none of us could.
FB is constantly drilling into us to do an end of bed before going on to the specific systemic examination, so we were all happily examining for clubbing and such before proceding to the back,
percussing and ascultating half way down the back and then hearing Prof laing ringing his ice cream bell down the hallway signalling a change....and then FB will give u a sadistic smile and ask u to give a diagnosis...
which none of us managed to give...
The rest of the stations were not too bad.
Abdominal examination, History taking, Examining a young man's hands.
Not too bad.
But still...could have been much better i suppose.
So after it all we adjourned to the westburn, just round the corner from the hospital
for pints and rum ( only me) and began ruminating of horrific scandals of our school days.
Seriously, Uk schools are just so full of scandals.
Teachers sleeping with students.
Teachers pretending to have cancer to get extended leaves.
Teachers having students up against the wall by the neck...
All good fun...
And now I have to go for lectures!
tata!