A Work in Progress

Wow, work is weird after a six month absence  My first patient back was really sick and I was panicked,-"Somebody do something!"  I shouted in my head, but it's me- it's me, just like old times.  And I have be be the interview, provider, and advocate for this patient.  My assessment is twice as long as it used to bed (and half a useful in the prehospital arena).  I actively think that I should have more to offer patients by now. I'm a PA student now. I know some things.  But all they need was what I always had to give to them.  An IV, an EKG, and a recognition of sick or not sick.  That I can do.  That I sill have an instinct for.  Thank God.

The first full semester of didactic year did not disappoint.  It did not slow down, it did not let up.  I was, with out dramatization, the most difficult semester of my life.  This could be because it was really hard, or it could be because my undergrad is a complete blur.  I'm going to go with it was really hard....'cause it was.  It was something like 19 credits.  By mid terms, we were all swimming around, grasping at the information floating around and trying to get it into our brains in any way possible (sometimes with brute force).   Not to say it was completely without fun.  We had a really fun PA week, a great Halloween party, and I went home a few times for fun reasons.   I really an just writing this for posterity.  So if I look back in 10 years, or if someone who is thinking about PA school asks me, I give the right answer: "That semester sucked."  I have a tendency to forget how hard things are, maybe...