As some of you may know, I plan on applying to PA school. For that, however, you need a certain amount of direct patient care hours. And by a certain amount, I mean a minimum of 1000. (Yes, that’s three zeros.)
Since my degree in IDS and minor in statistics does not allow me to treat patients, I am finishing EMT school. 3 weeks left. 3 weeks until I can get a job, either in an ambulance or a hospital (I’m hoping for a hospital), and stop relying on my parents to pay for literally EVERYTHING. It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, I just want to be independent for the first time in my life.
I have 2 more exams, one trauma scenario, and 2 clinicals left until I graduate. My penultimate clinical is tomorrow, which I’m dreading. Field shifts (those done on an ambulance) are 12 hours long. At a moment’s notice, you need to be on the ambulance and headed to the patient, sometimes not knowing what the chief complaint is. This is seldom the case, however. In all honestly, I just don’t want to wake up early and have my brain working for 12 full hours.
It took me 5 years to graduate college, which I don’t regret as I ended up graduating Magna Cum Laude (yes, I’m stuntin’). After all that time, I have to complete a 3 month program and read 42 chapters on emergency medical treatment.
As Adele croons on her freshman album, 19, “Boy, I’m tired…”
Although the next three weeks can be considered the climax of the program, I know the calm after the storm is just beyond the horizon. I can see the sun touch the edge of ocean…I just need to make sure my ship doesn’t buckle before I reach it. Only three weeks are between me and life on my own.
Although I eagerly await the dawn of August, I can’t help but wonder exactly what lies ahead. Happiness? Health?