PHARMACY FRIES MY BRAINS. After hours finding everybody’s drugs, Becca told me “if there isn’t a folder for the patient, write their name on the bag”
“huh? Say that again?”
“I know…” she was referring to the current state of my brain: fried in long drug names, kicked around the pharmacy looking for them, parched in the constant difficulties, and then wrung of all the we had to store in short term memory. “Write the name on the bag” she repeated.
“Write the name on the bag” I repeated. The words came out, but they remained unregistered for 5 more seconds. “Ohhhhh… write their name on their drug baggy. OK. I can do that.”
Pharmacy is slow, technical, and boring- at least right now when I don’t know where most of the drugs are. Triage is a lot more interesting. My experience with one little 3 year old boy left me very happy. Bawling, the 3 year old pushed away from Josue, who was trying to measure his height. Weighing him was hard enough. So I pulled out my cry-baby weapons: the juggling balls. The wining and tears immediately stopped as he was raptured into watching the juggling balls fly through space to “la Arania Pecenita”, the itsy bitsy spider in Spanish. We then gave the 3 year old a stuffed animal. Another toddler let me check her temperature and wrap the pulsox band around her toe as I sang “Silent Night”. Seeing scared crying kids revert to smiles because of me is exhilarating.
Pharmacy, triage, and shadowing doctors are the only things I’ve been doing right now. I’m hoping to diversify my work more when the entire upstairs floor opens up. Maybe even help birth a baby!
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