Cap and gown on, waiting in line for convocation. Nervous, sweating a little, I open the folder to look at the parchment. There it is, in permanent ink below my full name: Doctor of Medicine. The same thought washed over me as it did on the first day of medical school. There must have been some sort of mistake. How on earth did this happen? This is my attempt to recognize humanity in all its grittiness, both my own and that of the people I interact with.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Language School
He's on pressure support at 16, his CVP is 8, PEEP of 5 and his F-eye-O-2 is 45 which is down from 55 yesterday.
4 comments:
Any new language takes a bit of time! M
Acuérdate,m'jita, para aprender un idioma la inmersión es mejor.
Papi.
If you find out what the ICU-ese for "samahani, sielewi" or "prepachte, nerozumiem" is, please do share...
Ru, the translations is:
"What is it about my face that makes you think I should know that?"
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