Well, it's official, I'm starting at Primary Children's Medical Center on July 21st-CRAZY! Here's the story-this semester while doing a clinical in the Pediatric ICU, I was following the head honcho guy-Troy. He's a big jokester and we hit it off right away. During the day he took a 'potty break' and came back like twenty minutes later. When he returned I asked him if he responded to the code (usually that refers to a code blue-which means someone is arresting and needs CPR). He asked me, 'what code?' My reply was, 'I heard there was a code brown in the men's bathroom.' He laughed and then started talking to me about working at Primary's saying they needed people like me there...f.y.i-sixty percent of the time, dirty jokes work every time when trying to schmooze a potential employer. I really hadn't thought about it too much because it seemed out of reach due to my lack of critical care experience. Well, three days later I came back and Troy had talked to the head of the department and opened a resident position for me-how do I say no to that? Working with sick kids is going to be difficult-I'm not even going to lie. These kids are the sickest around and are technically and emotionally going to be challenging for me. The residency program gives me six months to get comfortable in the Neonatal, Pediatric Units and on the floors helping kids who are there for cystic fibrosis and other respiratory issues. After my six months, I can stay or transfer to another IHC hospital. I really wanted to take some time off in August to just play for a while after the last 15 months of intense school-but this is okay too I guess. At least I can probably get tuition reimbursement for fall (9 upper division credits left until I graduate with my BS) and they're letting me go to France for two weeks and to my friends wedding, so it's all just going to work out.
I really feel like my coarse is being steered for me. Sometimes when we are given callings or things happen in our lives, we are stretched further than our own capacities-this is one of those times when the lord has laid my path and wants me to proceed forward; there is no other way for me to explain how or why they offered me this position and it's truly humbling.
I usually don't like to make my posts too long, but I also need to recognize the closing of another chapter in my life. For over the past two years I have been in Provo working for my uncle Brad's company-SecurityMetrics. My last day was on Friday. What a great opportunity it was to work with my uncles, cousins and the great people who were really the only people I saw consistently while I was jumping from hospital to hospital. My uncle Brad is one of the most generous/humble men I've ever met. He was constantly looking out for his employees and making sure we were taken care of. We had our company party last Friday where he gave everyone who worked there $100 because he can. Anyway, I was really excited too because I had my Ipod stollen last week due me carting around my study materials everywhere I go-it was hidden in my book and someone took it while I was away-rude! Anyway, my uncle raffled prizes and I won an 8 gig Ipod-the universe took it away and gave it back but better-Karma my friends...Karma!
