And so commences week *does quick count up* 13 of 48. 25% total down, 75% total to go, 29% internal rotations down, 71% to go. Lucky for some. Hopefully I’m some.
I’m on call again. Sadly a certain good looking anaesthetist isn’t working this weekend. *le sigh* Otherwise I’d be willing the phone to ring.
Did you know? I get marked on my rotations. Yussum. We get graded on 6 areas which generally includes Professionalism, Knowledge, Proficiency, Problem Solving, Communication Skills, Responsibility & Involvement. C is satisfactory, but some rotations over or undermark. For the sake of having something to write, I’ll tell you my scores so far:
Small Animal General – 69% (C B C C C C)
Pathology – 81% (B B B B B C)
Equine Medicine – 76% (B C B C B B)
Anaesthesia – 86% (B B B B B A)
Suffice to say, I’m pleased with my Anaesthesia mark. Given that I enjoyed it so hugely and would have happily worked there for life, I cared quite a lot about my mark. So big smiles all round! Not everyone enjoyed it – one member of my group hated it after having a personality clash with one of the anaesthetists. The rest of us adored it and are having a BBQ tomorrow to mark the end of it.
My housemate departs for ever on Wednesday. She wasn’t leaving for another week or so, but it’s been brought forward by a job interview. It’s weird – life will be easier and indeed less messy and fluffy without her and her menagerie, but also a lot quieter and less people to vent to.
Busy day tomorrow – BBQ at lunchtime which I have to make my (mother’s) renowned potato salad for, and then Father’s day meal at a tiny rural pub in the evening. It’s all go!
* like come to bed eyes, but a slightly different kind of sleeping. Not that come to bed eyes implies sleeping anyway, but you get my pun. Don’t over analyse me! Jeez, I won’t bother next time… *huff*
