Thursday #33 – another Thursday and yet another mattress on
the floor. With soccer training on Wednesday
nights I find myself rotating through various rooms when I stay at The BH&G
Fan’s house; this week it was the study.
I had big plans for a productive morning of uni work, finally doing my
part of the lit review (which had not been revisited since I attempted a draft
when I first arrived, jetlagged, in New York), and maybe some case reports before
heading back home and into clinic in the arvo.
None of that happened and I eventually hopped on a bus (with my car once
again in for repairs) to the city to head back to The ‘Bra.
Despite having moved south to avoid hours spent on the bus
every day, as I sat on the bus home this Thursday, I couldn’t help thinking I actually
kinda missed it. Sure I would whinge
when I wanted to get home quickly after uni, but there’s something about that
half-asleep bus journey in the morning that was somewhat relaxing. Plus without daily bus trips, where am I going
to find inspiring new hairdos like the one I saw boarding the bus in
Kensington? And don’t even get me
started on where I’m going to find the time to watch my downloaded TV shows…
When I finally got to clinic I wasn’t overly excited about
the afternoon I had ahead of me. After last
Thursday’s clinic meltdown, and a similarly horrible experience on Monday, I
was dreading any form of clinic and the inevitable feedback which followed
it. Lucky for me I had My Favourite
Supervisor and was suddenly disappointed that I had only been given 1 patient
and not my usual 2. My patient and I bonded
over a shared association with COFA – him as a current student and me as a past
student. Things went fairly smoothly and
when it came time for feedback I remained composed and tried not to act too
surprised when My Favourite Supervisor gave me my first ever clinic A. I’ve thrown around a few titles for the
inspirational self-help book I plan to write about my experience and so far the
fav seems to be From Tears to “Exceptional”
in One Week.
After a year and a half of “satisfactory” clinicing, I was
on a real high when I headed home that night.
I shared my excitement with DTM and realised that an A in clinic
suddenly seems less exciting when the response you get is something about
getting on a bus to Guatemala. In one sentence he managed to take away from my morning bus trip and my clinic grade!
Not the most riveting Thursday to read about but exciting
for me to be back in the game clinically.
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