Archive for June, 2005
06.28.05
Posted in Uncategorized at 6:25 pm by Perry
I just spent that day shadowing a surgeon at Children’s Medical Center here in Dayton, Ohio. The surgeon is a good friend of mine who I have know since I was only a small boy. In fact, he has been my scoutmaster through the Boy Scouts for many years and was the person who oversaw me getting my Eagle Scout Award. Dr. Charles Dru Goodwin, M.D., a.k.a. “Doc”, invited me to come shadow him for a day after I finally today him that I was planning on going into medicine; an offer I simply could not refuse.
I arrived at the hospital at around 7:30 a.m. and was shown to the physician’s locker room where I was able to change into medical scrubs. I then sat in with all the attending physicians, residents, and interns as they went over each case for the day. I would have felt terribly out of place except for the fact that another pre-medical student from Miami University who also knew Doc was shadowing him the same day I was. My apprehensions of being overly interactive seemed to be unsubstantiated because the physicians were more than willing to listen to me and answer all of my questions.
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06.23.05
Posted in Uncategorized at 10:46 pm by Perry
Today was my first day as a volunteer at one of the major hospitals in down town Dayton (I will not say which one because of HIPAA and related restriction). I actually started last week on Thursday in training under another more ripened volunteer but tonight it was just me, the only one in the whole emergency department; needless to say I was a little apprehensive.
As a volunteer I have free reign to any part of not only the emergency department but the hospital as a whole, the only place that I can not walk around freely, or at all, in the psych department. Another part of being a volunteer is that I have no set duties or expectations because the very fact that I am there is more than I have to do. Some volunteers show up and read their books and occasionally walk around and doing something or, more than likely, nothing at all.
Luckily, I had the chance to be trained under a veteran volunteer who was outgoing, ambitious, and entergetic. She showed me that I can do more than get out of a doctor’s way when they are walking the halls. I actually lead patient to and from triage, help set up crisis care consults, make “rounds” of patient’s rooms to talk and evaluate their care, clean rooms after someone is discharged, and even work alongside police, EMT’s, paramedics, nurses, and, best of all, physicians.
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06.08.05
Posted in Uncategorized at 10:25 pm by Perry
Now that it appears that no one reads my blog anymore I thought I might put something more frank up. The following lyrics are from a song named Prison Sex that was recorded by Tool on their album Undertow. The lyrics are a running dialogue between a child and an adult. I know that it seems brash and crude just reading it but I would really encourage everyone (or anyone who still reads this thing) to actually download the song and listen to the music while reading the lyrics. I think it gives such an honest insight to something so terribly unimaginable.
It took so long to remember just what happened.
I was so young, vestal then, you know it hurt me.
But I’m breathing so I guess I’m still alive
Even the signs seemed to tell me otherwise.
Got my hands down, and my head down,
And my eyes closed, my throat’s wide open.
I do unto others what has been done to me.
Do unto others what has been done to you.
I’m treading water. I need to sleep a while.
My lamb and martyr, you look so precious.
Won’t you, won’t you come a bit closer.
Close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this. I can’t stand to burn too long.
Release in sodomy. the one sweet moment I’m whole.
I do unto you now what has been to me.
I do unto you now, what has been done.
You’re breathing so I guess you’re still alive.
Even the signs seem to tell me otherwise.
Won’t you, won’t you come on up closer.
Close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this. I need this to make me whole.
Relief in sodomy. have you witnessed that blood and flesh can be trusted. i.
Have you witnessed the blood and, this can’t be trusted. i.
Only this one holy medium brings me piece of mind.
Got your hands bound, and your head down,
And your eyes closed, you look so precious now.
I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this.
Shit, blood, and come on my hands. I’ve come round full circle.
My lamb and martyr, this will be over soon. you look so precious.
You look so precious now…
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