day 2: i learn how to change a patient’s oxygen, run hospital beds into walls and that second year students can only boss first year students if they actually know more.
day 3: i learn that midnight comes much slower when you are sitting down, that hospitals are not always busy and that the young security guard in the front office is a flirt (but i don't mind).
day 4: i learn that some babies are born so tiny that you can almost see through their blue-grey skin and that they can break if you just look at them.
day 5: i learn not to wear my blue bracelet, to put on yellow infection gowns and gloves and masks, and that i must not cringe when i see a patient with serious head injuries on the table in the resuscitation room.
day 6: i learn that there is a ghost in the elevator shaft on the ground floor. for some reason this realisation does not scare me.
day 7: i learn just how fast you have to run for a cup when someone says, "i'm going to be sick."
at the end of the week i learn that i am glad to be alive.