I was kicked out of the nest. No, no, my parents did that a long time ago, insisting that I would be a more well-adjusted young woman if I did my own taxes and paid for my own car insurance. But today my supervisor kicked me out of the nest right onto the floor of the Neuro ICU where I was expected to do two cognitive/language evaluations and one bedside swallow evaluation. All.by.my.self. Gulp. I tried to act as calm and collected as possible but inside a panic attack was in full swing and I was pretty sure that my patient was going to aspirate and get pneumonia and it would be all my fault. Though I got lost going to a patient’s room, administered the wrong assessment, and accidentally paged my supervisor three times (instead of one), when I was with each patient I think that I was able to pull off the illusion that I actually knew exactly what I was doing. And nobody died. I guess you could say that is was an okay first fly!
Hope you had a happy Monday! Homecoming post coming soon...
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