Tonight's medical assistant class went really well. We were required to take full vital signs, plus height and weight; and whereas before, I had felt awkward as I took pulse, blood pressure, and temperature, I felt much closer to comfortable this time. In short, I'm getting there, and I'm starting to enjoy the class's practical aspects much more than before. Of course, I'm still making mistakes. I inadvertently told my "patient" that he was healthy, but you're not allowed to diagnose a patient in any way. That was a no-no, but I'm learning. I'm also interested in the science behind the medicine. There's a lot, even for a medical assistant, but it's been intriguing to explore this discipline. More to come.
I read part of a poem recently by one of my favorite poets. It reads: I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage The linnet born within the cage That never knew the summer woods. I envy not the beast that takes His license in the field of time Unfetter'd by the sense of crime To whom a conscience never wakes. Nor what may call itself as bles't The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate'er befall I feel it, when I sorrow most 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. At base, Tennyson contrasted a life of risk, and consequent pain, with one of security. He sides conclusively with the life of risk, and says he fails to envy those who have faced no hardship. I agree with him; and, for good or ill, his words are just as relevant today as they were in the nineteenth century. Like then, there are those today who choose to live their lives with as little risk as...
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