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Ah, found it. One of the JHU buildings has an Epilepsy Monitoring Unit on the eight floor.
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Ah, found it. One of the JHU buildings has an Epilepsy Monitoring Unit on the eight floor.
Can you imagine being partnered up with the worst student in phlebotomy class on a practical day. Ouch... :unsure:
Yes. Also throughout the course. My first choice of partner for practice was a huge powerlifter guy with pipeline veins a blind man could hit from across the room if he lobbed a rig backwards over his shoulder. But often I got stuck with HER, a drop-dead gorgeous fetching young lass with big blue eyes, brilliant pearly whites, and a smooth salon tan, among other noticeable assets. :wub:: Firmly achoring her median cubital, the room hushed in silence, I takes me a deep breath. Relax. Smile. Don't look at her face or body, just the vein; there is only the vein, nothing else. Think bradycardia. Hypoperspiration. Steady. Hold the vacutainer gently but firmly, like a pool cue. OMMMMmmmm. Rememberrofessionalism. Just a walk in the park. T'was a done deal until she coquettishly interjects: "Do I make you nervous?" (giggle, giggle). And she winks at me! Ignore the Siren's song. My knees weakened, steam arose from my under my collar. (Some other stuff happened which I can't mention here.):wacko:The stick was done, the draw went flawlessly. Quantity sufficient. No bandaid necessary; she simply batted her eyelashes and the hemorraging obeyed. And after graduation she slipped away into the world, and into the broken heart archives of medical history.....
Oh yeah, and she loved horses.
I was close. Emergency started with an E and Medical started with M, and I got the unit part right...
Yes. Also throughout the course. My first choice of partner for practice was a huge powerlifter guy with pipeline veins a blind man could hit from across the room if he lobbed a rig backwards over his shoulder. But often I got stuck with HER, a drop-dead gorgeous fetching young lass with big blue eyes, brilliant pearly whites, and a smooth salon tan, among other noticeable assets. :wub:: Firmly achoring her median cubital, the room hushed in silence, I takes me a deep breath. Relax. Smile. Don't look at her face or body, just the vein; there is only the vein, nothing else. Think bradycardia. Hypoperspiration. Steady. Hold the vacutainer gently but firmly, like a pool cue. OMMMMmmmm. Rememberrofessionalism. Just a walk in the park. T'was a done deal until she coquettishly interjects: "Do I make you nervous?" (giggle, giggle). And she winks at me! Ignore the Siren's song. My knees weakened, steam arose from my under my collar. (Some other stuff happened which I can't mention here.):wacko:The stick was done, the draw went flawlessly. Quantity sufficient. No bandaid necessary; she simply batted her eyelashes and the hemorraging obeyed. And after graduation she slipped away into the world, and into the broken heart archives of medical history.....
Oh yeah, and she loved horses.
If you're in EMS, you're in the wrong field...
Why do you say that, friend? Quite an assumption on your part, don't you think. I am relating a tale, to be taken in the lighthearted spirit given. Get over yourself. Bring it.
Yes. Also throughout the course. My first choice of partner for practice was a huge powerlifter guy with pipeline veins a blind man could hit from across the room if he lobbed a rig backwards over his shoulder. But often I got stuck with HER, a drop-dead gorgeous fetching young lass with big blue eyes, brilliant pearly whites, and a smooth salon tan, among other noticeable assets. :wub:: Firmly achoring her median cubital, the room hushed in silence, I takes me a deep breath. Relax. Smile. Don't look at her face or body, just the vein; there is only the vein, nothing else. Think bradycardia. Hypoperspiration. Steady. Hold the vacutainer gently but firmly, like a pool cue. OMMMMmmmm. Rememberrofessionalism. Just a walk in the park. T'was a done deal until she coquettishly interjects: "Do I make you nervous?" (giggle, giggle). And she winks at me! Ignore the Siren's song. My knees weakened, steam arose from my under my collar. (Some other stuff happened which I can't mention here.):wacko:The stick was done, the draw went flawlessly. Quantity sufficient. No bandaid necessary; she simply batted her eyelashes and the hemorraging obeyed. And after graduation she slipped away into the world, and into the broken heart archives of medical history.....
Oh yeah, and she loved horses.