My "dogs" are barking. I hate the phrase, and I curse the name of the person who taught it to me so many years ago (though I don't remember their name, or even their face for that matter). Without fail, when ever I work a long shift, and my feet hurt, I think of my barking dogs. And today they are barking, after 14 hours on them, with little reprieve. The support for the particular shoe that I choose to wear today aren't very good, but at least I was sensible enough to wear shoes for my EMS shift today, instead of the usual flip flops. I think it's only the third time I've worn shoes since I've arrived to the island. My first shift of the semester was uneventful. The second I received a call at midnight to attend to a student who passed out (from intoxication) and as a result needed stitches. My third shift I responded to a broken hand. And today, my fourth shift, I'm returning home at 5 AM after a day of responding to sports injuries, scratches, and to finish off (assuming I don't received any further calls between now and when I hand over the phone in the morning) a combination of vomiting, diarrhea, and sever dehydration. I'm not complaining, just illustrating the real life experience that I'm receiving above and beyond your typical medical student. The young lady tonight was very thankful for the care she received under our watch.
I haven't yet hit my study goals today, so it is back to studying for me (a for the barking dogs, a hot tub of water).
