Re: Dont SWIM!
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Colton;250722 said:Firis...if you really laughed..
I'll beat you senseless.
I laughed
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Colton;250722 said:Firis...if you really laughed..
I'll beat you senseless.
I bet you encounter a lot of heart wrenching situations. My brother is a paramedic,and my best friend is a nurse in a nursing home. She encounters a lot also.JohnDoe;251018 said:I work at a hospital/physical therapy clinic/residential rehabilitation facility, and I do a number of different jobs ranging from medical to psychjob to clerical staff to technology. I negotiated this deal, doing four jobs for the price of one and a half, my then supervisors at first loved the idea but now fight over me as if it were a custody battle, like each of my four parents wants me to do only what they want, so it's a delicate balancing act that I perform every day.
I'm currently a Counselor Intern, which allows me to talk to a great deal of people about a great deal of things, and I can justify it as an educational experience since the counseling field is, in my opinion, very poorly defined.
I talk to patients, nurses, social workers, doctors, psychiatrists, psychologists, quacks (my affectionate term for any doctor who has authored a book), and visiting families.
In my free time there, and I have a lot of free time as I do my jobs very quickly (and yet, as good as the next guy), I visit our huge knowledge base commonly known as a study, though I consider it my own private library, and I read, tons.
While I may not have a formal education on the subject, I still get a good education.
JohnDoe;251128 said:Err... oops. Really meant this as a PM... oh well, it's here now.But to redirect, to go back on topic, Abigail Taylor, the nine year old girl here, wanted to be on the news to prevent the same thing happening to other people. I bet she was a sweet girl. It's a shame that things happen to nice people.Oh, I won't pretend to be anything special.
Paramedics is something I could never do. By the time I see people, they've been cleaned up and taken care of a bit, not that I'm squeamish, but I get angry when I see how most of these people get hurt, and paramedics see it a lot more than I do.
And my aunt is a home nurse, if that counts as the same thing. Taking care of the same person day after day is another thing I couldn't do. I'm not the warm and caring type, I'm afraid.
I do meet a lot of children at the ER part of the hospital, and that is saddening, especially when finding out why they are there, parents are sometimes so stupid. We had one girl who was eight years old going through appendicitis, and her parents didn't believe her when she said that she was hurting, they thought she was trying to con her way out of going to school. She needed four surgeries to get all of the pieces of her exploded appendix. I was assigned to her when the parents lost custody, social workers found other signs of neglect going on. But this one touched me especially because the same thing happened to me.
But all of that goes away when I do work at the rehab part of the facility. Many of the people there are fresh out of prison or talked their way out of prison by doing rehab instead. These are true con artists, scum of the earth, they try to bribe me, ask me where I live, what car I drive, if I'm dating anyone, they try to screw with my head. They do it to all of the interns. This has hardened me into a cantankerous prick, which reflects in most other aspects of my life.
My favorite is the clinic, you'd be surprised to know how many people are there because they stuck something up an orifice, be it their nose, rear, ear, and women get a bonus. It makes me question how humans made it to the top of the food chain.
But yea, I'm nothing special, I just found an easy way to make good money and learn a whole lot at the same time. For me, that's my dream job, I'm just a materialistic weasel at heart.