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I don't really feel like blogging, but this is the only way I'm going to remember the stuff I want to put in my book, so...
I started working at a toothbrush factory in May where I met a bunch of neat people. Some of them born in different countries like China, Malaysia, Dominican Republic, Mexico, and I think even Ethiopia. It was a job that physically drained me, but fun. I think the people made it fun because we always had laughs. After seven weeks of working until my phalangeal joints were swollen, my fingers were cut and calloused, and my arms and legs were covered in bruises the company decided they didn't want me to work for them anymore. Fine. I can dig that. I have my internship to worry about and it's not easy for a phlebotomist to draw blood when her fingers are stiff and swollen.
I'm in the second week of my internship and so far it is going well. I'm averaging a 77% success rate. I have performed 43 venipuntures and 33 of them have been successful. 67 more successful pokes and I'll have my required total of 100.
Today, a female patient overheard me telling the patient I was with that I was a student. When it came time for me to draw blood from the eavsdropper, she claimed to have really small veins and that I should get someone else. Okay. No problem. The supervisor sent in the other student who has constant sniffles and always appears sickly. The eavsdropper patient, who was diabetic and had been fasting for near 12 hours, went into convulsions and then passed out. By the time the ambulance had arrived she was concious and had even vomited in a bucket. What fun! The M.A.'s at the front desk had to hold our other patients back for about 30 minutes until the ambulence left. The fainter refused to go to the hospital.
All-in-all today was fairly exciting.
I started working at a toothbrush factory in May where I met a bunch of neat people. Some of them born in different countries like China, Malaysia, Dominican Republic, Mexico, and I think even Ethiopia. It was a job that physically drained me, but fun. I think the people made it fun because we always had laughs. After seven weeks of working until my phalangeal joints were swollen, my fingers were cut and calloused, and my arms and legs were covered in bruises the company decided they didn't want me to work for them anymore. Fine. I can dig that. I have my internship to worry about and it's not easy for a phlebotomist to draw blood when her fingers are stiff and swollen.
I'm in the second week of my internship and so far it is going well. I'm averaging a 77% success rate. I have performed 43 venipuntures and 33 of them have been successful. 67 more successful pokes and I'll have my required total of 100.
Today, a female patient overheard me telling the patient I was with that I was a student. When it came time for me to draw blood from the eavsdropper, she claimed to have really small veins and that I should get someone else. Okay. No problem. The supervisor sent in the other student who has constant sniffles and always appears sickly. The eavsdropper patient, who was diabetic and had been fasting for near 12 hours, went into convulsions and then passed out. By the time the ambulance had arrived she was concious and had even vomited in a bucket. What fun! The M.A.'s at the front desk had to hold our other patients back for about 30 minutes until the ambulence left. The fainter refused to go to the hospital.
All-in-all today was fairly exciting.
posted by Child of a Thoughtless Mind at 2:55 PM
1 Comments:
Thats the kind of shit you want to remember so you can write about it in a book. So far all you have to write about is mommy issues, and your lame ass jobs. Hopefully your story ends in suicide. That would be exciting. Maybe your ass will get big enough to smother you to death.
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