I’ve taken my IV Therapy classes two weeks ago. It was…horrible. I had fond memories of the IV Training course I took back on ’09- this was nothing compared to that. First of all, the hospital was horribly uncoordinated with the venue we were supposed to go to. We were supposed to have our training conducted at another hospital at 7 AM, so that means waking up extra early to get there in time. By the time I got there, there was already a group of students meandering at the front. Rather than stand there waiting (even though I knew they were there for the same IVT class), I went to talk to the security guard as best I could. From what I could make out, the hospital apparently received no notice that there would be a class there. No instructor or instructions from the host hospital, so there was no place for us to go to. So everyone was forced to wait until after 7 (because apparently the nursing office of the host hospital doesn’t open by then so no one was receiving phone calls) only to find out that the classes were actually being held –at- the host hospital. :/ So everyone crams into taxis and transfers there (fortunately it wasn’t too far off) and we find half the rest of the class sitting there. Apparently, at the VERY last minute (because I had been there to register for the class three days prior) they had sent out texts to students that the venue had changed, but only half the students actually got the messages while the rest were mad to wander out. >.>; Plus…since we were taking classes at the host hospital, we –had- to wear out white uniforms, which I hadn’t gotten prepared cause I figured I’d only have to wear it on the last day, which would be a week from then. Thankfully, I had a perfectly good one pulled out by mom so I was able to wear it the next day, though I had no time to dig up my white nursing shoes (if they were even still usable) so I had to go with my old, worn-out, kinda white sneakers, which made the getup look kind of stupid.
The second fail was the classes themselves. The instructors were BORING AS FUCK. They had absolutely no enthusiasm or rarely anything interesting to share beyond the templates on their projectors. I slept more in class than anything else due to their monotonous droning, and I commend those people that could actually stand sitting there listening for hours. The last day, which was the demonstration, was also a big disappointment. In the other hospital, they had the space, materials, and the instructors who patiently let you demonstrate, and guided you along when you had trouble, but mostly let you do it yourself. Here? They practically did everything –for- you! Even if you missed out an element of the procedure, they still mark everything with a checkmark and give you the highest score (which…prolly isn’t –that- bad if you sucked at it, but it only means that if you did, you’d still get away with a license). The last table I went to (for the blood transfusion demonstration) the instructor hit me with questions with rapid-fire intensity, and with the actual demonstration she was practically telling me what to do instead of letting me TRY to remember how to do it. I think it took me less than five minutes when it should have taken me at least ten.
Oh, and don’t get me started on the actual one on one IV demonstration. If it wasn’t bad enough I had a hard time looking for a partner, when came the time for us to actually perform, the fucking instructor was practically the one positioning and inserting the needle, pretty much making the point of us trying to do it ourselves moot. At least the last hospital let us do it- if we missed, then tough shit, you failed and had to reapply for the class again. Here, you don’t get to do it again cause –you were never doing it in the first place-…and the damn woman STILL missed the vein wtf. >:/ Neither me or my partner managed to get out needles in- we ended up having it shoved painfully under our skin trying to look for it before giving up. That part of my hand is still sore until now.
And to top it all off, the dates for completing my cases won’t be till March 22, two fucking months away. And getting your cases done within two days is very narrow. If I would be lucky enough to get them then, then I can rest assured I can get my license sooner…with a processing time of six months. :/ Oh, hey, since its not hard enough, lets remind you that your nursing license is going to expire in August. You won’t get your IVT card with an expired license. Sigh…time, it is not important.
Besides that, been sort of in an art slump. One week I was pretty stoked getting back to arting, and the next I fall into a slump again, but I’m slowly picking up, so hopefully I can get the things I need done in time. Because of all the different things I need to do in addition (trying to plan out a comic, looking for jobs in Guam- NOT fun), I don’t really have time to make my usual quick doodles. Instead, have a teaser shot of what I have been working on for the last few hours:
~Taddle
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