Cloudy Jan 26th,2005
I finally broke out,by camely and honestly but resistently talking about the
situation,and bargining for a better solution,with the dean of my department which I am now in with the identity of an intern.Though after that,I walked out ,still seemingly calm,but the balcony witnessed my weeping ,with shoulders shaking.
It was a cloudy day,aa often is the case here in this city.
The workload has been too heavy,with 4 interns managing all the patients in this department.That is to say,about 7 patients on each.pretty a heavy load,to reveal the truth.
This department has long got that name of being a cruel place,with merciless
scolding and over-strict rules,besides which,the work of massage.And this has finally led to the absence of two other interns,than cam the result of we 4 here doing what should be 8 person's task(When there were 6 interns,we still had to overwork till about 8pm each day,let along 4 now).
Medical files is a great challenge.We write a lot of them as required besides
carrying out daily treatment.
I 'd say that teachers here do nothing except operation.Pre and post that is
none of their business.And it is such a strange field to us non-major students!We all need time to learn,to be immersed in books,and we need badly someone to teach us about them.But , unfortunately,none of these requirements are met.
We have been working like a copying machine,and a robot----without knowing why,we are simply used as free labors---And...,think about it!Interns are doing what SHOULD be formal doctors job!This is both ilegal and nonsense!
File -writing,acupuncture,massage,besides taking in new patients,sending out
old ones(which also means a lot to be written),fix me rooted in the hospital.
Some of my friends pointed out I can live an easier life by taking a not-so-perfect approach.He was pretty right in sauing so,I'd say.
I have always been a tender servient to all of my patients,trying on my strength to meet all of their requests.And make them feel as warm as at home.This probably has something to do with my sweet and caring nature.And also a must in this field.
And an idealismist I am when it comes to file composing.I do everything as well as I can.It takes time,a lot of time.
When the workload is on the rise,I was sent to the edge of being crupted.
To lower my quality of service?I can never let any of my patient down by neglecting their needs(though this can be done without being known by them).To be buried in there?I don't want to ,partly because I have to pay attention to my own
health,partly because I need time to learn,to know more,than simply do something
.
The talk between me and the dean was the result,though few intern can gather
enough courage to do so.
Yet I did it.
The cry was something else,more private,and more honest.I don't have to be caml when facing my own self.I felt myself a baby who needed protection and understanding though these are the things provided to my patients by me usually.
At least it was a healthy let-out.
Whether it works or not,only tomorrow can tell.
In workplace,sometimes,you still have to tell others how you would like to be
treated,and how you can function better.After all,my name of golden -service provider did not come by itself.I devoted my love to my patients.
Exhuasted,and long for an early sleep.
Goodnight to you all.
