tiredAfternoon we started IV's on simulators and plastic arms. Sometime in the future, I'll get to do it on people. The animal lab smelled of popcorn over the other smells, and no dogs barked. It's a strange place, down there, and the room we were in was quiet and warm. Made faces at Scott and Andy in the suturing lab.
And then we practised scrubbing in. I need to decide what to do with my scrub shirt, whether to size down one size and deal with it being a bit tight so as to not have sleeves so long they interfere with my scrubbing, or to bring safety pins and shorten the sleeves. So many tiny things to remember, don't touch, don't itch, don't brush don't turn. So many things. Surgery scares me, and I haven't scrubbed in yet.
Got out 20 minutes early, enough to beat the rush hour traffic onto 65/70 and make it home. Angel is bringing me textbooks to read, and I'm going to have to, because I want to impress my attending. Tonight, I think we're going to go to a movie and hang out. It's still in the air whether Angel will stay the night or not. I hope he does, but I want him to do what's best for him.
