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.
This wasteland cold and dark runs free Its fearful creatures speak to me One fateful day one nudged my hand To set my eyes upon a tree He knew I could not understand For I was in his native land His signs became our common speech To lead me through the deadly sand Now stuck I saw him me beseech He could not lift me out to reach The firm foundation of a cave Outside the boundaries of this beach Withal, the beast became more brave To risk his own my life to save To carry me, its life it gave To carry me, its life it gave. This poem was inspired by Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." That poem, like this one, has four four-line stanzas of eight syllables per stanza. Its rhyme scheme is AABA BBCB CCDC DDDD.
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