Halfway

So tomorrow I am officially halfway done with my first rotation. It has been the strangest three weeks of my life. I've learned more than I could have possibly imagined, but at the same time, I feel like a little minnow swimming in an ocean of medicine that I can never digest. For everything that I do right, I do two more things wrong. I'm actually ok with that for now, which is surprising...usually I'm pretty Type A about that stuff.

Anyway, my preceptor had to fill out a mid-rotation evaluation for me and he gave me pretty darn good marks, which I was thrilled about. Now, however, he wants ME to give HIM an evaluation of how he is doing as a preceptor. That's only slightly intimidating, seeing as he still controls my life for the next 3 weeks. I was thinking about what I might say....
-you scared the crap out of me the first time I met you, and I think you did it on purpose.
-your office looks like a dilapidated house on the side of the road (sorry, but it really does).
-you are probably the smartest, most experienced PA in the history of the world, and I am the damn luckiest first rotation student out there.
-you still scare the crap out of me, even though now you try to be nice.

Recently I've been thinking about what it would be like if I were to live in Oakridge. I would have like 10 acres, definately some chickens, maybe a couple of horses. I'd have to buy a truck....and maybe some cowboy boots and a hat. Oh! And I would DEFINATELY have to have an RV, everyone here does. I'd go camping every weekend in the summer, and snowshoeing in the winter. I could use phrases like "you've been rode hard and hung up wet too many times," and my patients would know what I was talking about (I still don't really get it...something to do with getting old).

But then I think of all the people I love and how much I miss them, and all I want to do is run back to Seattle, grab a starbucks, and drive around in the hellacious traffic for an hour so that I can meet a friend or family member for dinner. I can't wait to come up to visit Seattle in August...should be about the 2nd week (pencil me in!).

Anyway, tis bedtime for me, and tomorrow is a big day. After a long day of work I'll be hitting the road to go home to the man and the dog. Hopefully the sun will come out and we can have another picnic in the park, as has become a mini-tradition. Otherwise, movies and sleeping in will be the most strenuous thing on my agenda. Life is not so bad...

Jen