Spent this week's clinical rotation as "team leader". Making sure all had what they needed, helped with any questions, even too many. Professor had to remind me not to assist the classmate acting as "district med nurse" too much. I realized what she meant. No helping classmates learn how to do what they are already expected to know at this stage.
Hey, I'm a helpful sort.
I'm doing OK though. I'm trying to study for an exam coming on the 20th, but I'm not focusing too well. Maybe it's not close enough yet, that's why. I need to have a bit more anxiety working to get into study mode.
I'm doing OK with my classmates. They like me. Not like last time when someone thought they were helping me by telling me that nobody liked me. Funny how keeping things to myself this time actually helps.
Oh, and something else happened in clinical this week that I feel pretty good about: I was talking diet with a patient, and he asked me if I'd ever heard of the Feingold diet. Said he and his family follow it to help control Learning Disabilities. His 18 year old son has been able to focus and sit still by following it, without the needs for ADD meds. And what did I, with my ADD and OCD say? "That's great. Glad it's working for him". And that's that. If this patient had met me last year, I'd have been all over that. He'd have known all about ME in 5 seconds flat. I'm glad I'm not like that anymore. It's too much trouble.
All is well. Chugging along.