Dear diary,
This is the second day I'm working in the stupid hospital. I am now pretty prepared to kill off every single patient and nurse. God, this is pure torture. Today I had to change a grown man's diapers. The first penis I see beside man is to be one of an incompetent 70 year old man. My virgin eyes. I'm definitely branded for life now. Somebody shoot me!
Every time I close my eyes, the image of puke or other bodily fluids jump to mind. I am so not going to survive this. Did I mention that tomorrow is my birthday? I'm turning 18 tomorrow. It's supposed to be spectacular they say. Somehow I have the feeling it is going to be the worst ever. I don't feel like celebrating anyway. My parents and grandparents are all very eager to do so and I don't. I should blame it all on my mom actually. Somebody should have told her that you do NOT deliver a child in late September. This way every birthday runs the risk of having to go to school. Believe me if I say that this has been the case quite a few times over the past few years. Do you know that the hospital doesn't smell like that sterilizing liquid? Maybe if you're lucky and you don't end up anywhere near the wards where people stay there day in day out.
This entire project is a stupid thing, if you asked me. If I wanted to be a nurse, I wouldn't have signed up for medicine school. The board however decided to change the policy and way of learning some years back. Now they're sending freshmen to hospitals for two weeks. There they are supposed to learn the way things work. Couldn't they send people with the doctors? Since that's actually what you're gonna be and do. Nop, they had to put you in the care of nurses. And guess what? If you don't get a satisfactory here, you get to redo the whole darn thing. The thought is unbearable. If they don't give me the mark, they can take it and shove it. I would just change universities or spend a year doing something. Anything.
Schu