As I end the second week of my externship, I'm learning more about healthcare. It can be filled with stress at times, and it is complex; but these facts also make it a cooperative field, at least in the context of a small doctor's office. I'm being encouraged more and more to take vital signs and interact with patients, and I'm getting more comfortable in that area. Toward the beginning of the week, a lady started to become upset with me because I was nervous as I took her blood pressure, but this was the low moment of the week. I grew increasingly comfortable and competent as I practiced taking vital signs, and I feel like I'm starting to give almost as much to the office staff in terms of office help and medical assisting than I am taking from them in terms of asking for help or clarification. I'm not there yet, but I hope to be. At the same time, I'm getting to know the other students (there are four in the office at the moment) and the staff. This is turning out to be a meaningful summer.
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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