Mind the fucking gap

Today, for the first time, someone without asking for my consent, patted my fucking belly.

And I, in return, patted her right tit.

Good times.



I also started my pediatric clinical rotation. This may be a bit odd, but I have changed 2 diapers in the entirety of my life, I have never fed a child a bottle, nor having I ever given a child a bath.

I had to do all of that within the first hour of clinical, plus take vital signs, and do a physical assessment, on a kid that had a NG tube in her nose, and a pulse ox on her foot. At least she didn’t have any IV’s or heart monitoring.

I am just glad I didn’t drop my little (and I do mean little, she was below the 3rd percentile for weight, height, and head circumference) patient. I didn’t get pissed on. I didn’t hurt her with the rectal thermometer or the blood pressure cuff. She didn’t like my stethoscope, and yes I warmed it up first.

And once that excitement was all over, I got to sit in a chair with her for an hour.

And tomorrow I get to do it all again.