Hello and welcome to Blognukkah day 3. Gosh, that title still hasn’t grown on me, but Blogmas wouldn’t apply. Today was a chance at redemption for Wednesday. Our supervisor found another really old report from June that wasn’t sent out. We breathed a collective sigh of relief because we weren’t around in June, so it wasn’t our fault. But regardless of whose fault it was, the report had to be sent out, stat.
The patient was already on a liquid diet, ready for surgery, come to find that there was no report on psychological risk factors. My supervisor immediately entered “pedal to the metal”, get-things-done mode. He asked me to interview the patient over the phone because of the four of us, I’m the one who likes to type the client’s report as I test them. Meanwhile, another girl was in charge of scoring, while a third hunted for records. I had to bear the brunt of the patient’s anger since I was their first point of contact.
The thing is, this patient had a right to be angry. All I could do was validate the patient’s anger and say “I’m so sorry this happened. I’d be extremely frustrated if I were in your shoes. I’m on your side and I’m typing your report as we speak. We are going to fix this.” And we did. In 45 minutes flat, the report was done. My supervisor couldn’t believe it. I was proud of us and just relieved that we were able to get it done so fast.
After practicum, it was time for the trip to my boyfriend’s area. We are somewhat long distance (he lives two hours away) and his med school is located in an area that I like to call the boondocks of California. To compensate for the location, though, the town features an amazing creperie and apparently goes all out with Christmas decor.
On the way over, I stopped at LA fitness. This gym was one of the best gyms I’d been to. After my workout, I was back on the road, and before I knew it, I arrived to my boyfriend’s house. He greeted me by a) helping me carry my suitcase, which I brought for a single weekend (sorry, I can’t help it that I love clothes) and b) showing me a snack cupboard filled to the brim with my favorite foods. We made dinner for the Sabbath (by we I mean mostly he, although I was a helpful sous chef).
On the menu was salmon, Persian potato pancakes, and many veggies on the side. I have a long standing love affair with canned artichoke, so you can bet that was available too.
He cooked while I tracked my practicum hours on the world’s least user friendly website. We caught up over dinner and sipped wine. I did the dishes. He left two pancakes for his housemate. That brings us to the present: me, with two braids so my hair doesn’t tangle, wearing a big t-shirt and writing this blog. Thank you for reading 🙂 until tomorrow!