I'm Back! Columbus Day off!

Hi Everyone,

I've returned from school for the first time in a long time.  Long story short, it's been hell.  They send you to some hospital down in the ghettos and take homeless peoples' x-rays.  It smells, it's dirty, and mad ghetto.  Yes, what you've just read was a real and very accurate assessment of the school's radiology program.  This will probably be the closest thing to med school I will ever come in contact with.  I've decided to just be a regular person.  I don't want to be no doctor or lawyer with a fancy title.  After seeing all the political crap that goes around, I just want to leave everything at the front door, bunker down at night, and go to sleep.  There's so much drama and horseshit flying around.  I thought working in retail was absolute bullshit, the medical field is even worse.

When asked if I wanted to be a nurse, I responded immediately with a no.  I do not want to be in this field as though my life depended on it.  These people can go ____ themselves.  There's no way in hell do I ever want spend anymore time in a hospital than required.  Keep in mind, that I'm also a bum; so I don't really care to begin with.  Just like everyone else in the waking world, I need my paycheck.  Apparently, the payout is suppose to be good; but I haven't seen nothing yet since I'm only a student.  Yes, it's painful and it hurts; but one day karma will show me to the door.  Maybe by that time, I wouldn't care about money.  I would only care about "my patients" and see to it that I do a good job.  There's no chance in hell that I feel that way.  When you starve someone, they become hungry.  That very same hunger grows, drives, and motivates the individual to raise the bar higher and higher to succeed, to conquer.  At the very same time, appreciation and the awareness of reaching the top becomes illuminated and inspiring.

In any event, the homework and the hospital work doesn't seem to have an end.  It just keeps going, and going, and going.  You really don't want to dig the hole deeper than it already is.  I'll leave that up to the teachers, doctors, and nurses, or whoever is up there.  I just want to be paid my biweekly paycheck and go home.  There's too much drama, too much work, and too much of a bit of everything trying to screw you over.  My attitude may not be very appropriate for this field, but I need the money.  Working in the hospital is said to be one of the most humanitarian thing on the planet.  Well if it is, I don't to be working anywhere near the hospital.  Based on what I've seen a vast majority of humans are not a happy, fun going species.  They'll do whatever for money and that's it.  Once they have their money, they can be happy and cheery, but if money was of no concern all hell would break loose.  Are you serious?  People who actually volunteer to be working in a hospital taking care of people with no pay?  As you go higher up on the socioeconomic latter, the one with the most power is usually a bosshole and will delegate all the rules and regulations he wants done.  You're basically just another slave.  Where's the fun in that?  If you do happen to derive pleasure from helping others, God bless you.  But as for me, it's doesn't feel that it's worth it or my time here.

Maybe my teacher was right, I should be in the I.T. field or something.  We had a conversation once, and my teacher pointed out that I would never bend over and be happy to clean someone's bedpan with a smile on my face.  In fact, if that ever happened I would feel like shooting someone.  My teacher was 99% right about that.  So why am I so violet?  Why don't I like to help people?  Why don't I like loving people?  What's wrong with me?  All I know is that deep down inside, I do not want to help people on purpose; I need the benefits and rewards of money that comes with it down the road.  I'll be glad to pick someones poop for $22-$28 an hour.  Engineers start at around the same pay.  But if you ask me to pick up poop for free, that's when it gets ugly.  So you see, I'm not much different than the money hungry people I pointed out a bit earlier.

Now, I must return back to my cave and continue to work on my, what seems to be, never ending homework assignments.  Just 9-10 months remaining; I prey to God everyday I can endure and survive in the healthcare field.              

Hospital Work Tomorrow

It's Sunday night, and I have time to post.  Well, I did "everything" I wanted over the weekend like working out, swimming, walking, homework, and even walking around the city.  I'm accustomed to the life style.  I basically know what's going on kind of a feel.  My body is use to all the routine.  I've gotten better over the week.  I'm less sick and can walk comfortably now.  Well, it's been a full week of school so far.  I've been surviving going to class and interning at the hospital.  I prey that I can keep it up.  I'm looking forward to doing my best and not being afraid to fail trying new things.

I don't get a kick out of working at the hospital.  It's hard for me to believe my clinical instructor told me she gets a high from taking on trauma cases.  Yes, people get hurt or sick and my instructor gets off on taking their case to take x-rays.  I don't understand the full extent to how anyone can be so into taking x-rays or doing any kind of work, especially at a hospital where people are sick or seriously hurt.  Well, I do like working with some patients.  Most of the time I have to see people no one likes.  I won't go into the details, but it's just like working retail at a grocery store.  Basically, you get that feeling like everyone you hate looking at has to talk to you.  My only defense system is try to be happy and think about more positive things.  I don't think anyone wants to be there at the hospital, but people have kids to feed, paychecks to collect, and bills to take care of.

My tuition costs less than $300 this semester so I have something to be thankful for.  Education these days is seriously expensive, and I cannot afford to miss any opportunities.  Yes, it's a God awful experience to work at a hospital, but I was given a chance that a lot of people don't get in life.  I appreciate the simple things.  Of course we all want the money to buy nice things and dream vacations, but sacrifices must be made to obtain a healthy current state of reality both bodily and mentally.  I don't know how I continue to survive through the day working in a hell hole, but the lunch menu is pretty super.  I wish I had more money to buy the things I want to eat, but I guess I'm staying away from a lot of junk food at the same time.  Asides from money and wealth, people always need to be in good health.  I guess I'm working my way up to being a better healthcare professional.  Even if I feel like giving up at times or changing career paths, it's a fundamental belief that health is the most important thing in life.  As long as I continue on the path of the healthcare industry that I'm on right now, success will surely follow in the long run.  No, it's not easy and won't happen overnight.  None the less, I want to be or at least pretend to be happy in my field of choice on a daily basis.

Peace          

Back To School

My first class for radiology starts at 11:30AM.  I'm in my second year.  I've completed the first of two years.  Yes, this is my last "senior" year as a radiology x-ray tech student.  It's been hell having to wake up, drive to school, drive to the hospital, spending time with others, dealing with the politics, having to ask people what the hell is going on, and working with a diverse group of other people.  I've heard stories of people making $22 starting at the hospital to $50 for a private doctor's clinic.  Either way, it's a lot of shit you have to go through.  I have to train and study everyday just to keep afloat.  Do not be fooled.  Being a x-ray technician requires just as much discipline as any other career choice.  For me, I put the hours in and try my best everyday.  When they say you can't find a job, I do not listen to the "no".  I getup and go and use that attitude to get my foot in the door and muscle my way through.  "Work like hell" . . .    

Back for More Trouble

To make matters worse, I've been sick for the week on my "vacation".  It's been more than several days I have been doing nothing at all.  Once again, I've hit rock bottom and feel like a bum.  It is as though there's not much I can do differently to make my life any better than it already is without the aid of a financial miracle.  The good news is that I decided to get off my ass and change my primary care provided on my community plan healthcare care card (Medicaid).  It took about an hour to find a real doctor that actually works with the program.  It was well worth it.  You won't find mainstream, American doctors that people want all the time.  Instead, you may find the doctors that come from foreign countries with accents.  There's nothing worth with that.  It's just that the doctors born and educated here in America probably want a lot of money for their time and services, especially since medical school prices have sky rocketed through the roof in the past couple of years.

During the time I felt I was getting sick, I was taking my daily nutrients and supplements.  I guess it's one of those things that unpreventable.  The weather drops down a few degrees when September approaches.  I usually get sick around this time, but this year it happened a bit earlier.  After I get sick around this time, I go to the doctors for antibiotics and that usually does the trick.  I may get sick up to three times a year depending on my luck.  I know if I'm sick right away, because my throat starts to get sore and start to cough. It's a God awful experience and that is why I make sure to take my daily vitamins everyday.  Sometimes I go throughout the months without ever getting sick.  I still workout, take nutrients, and eat right; but sometimes I just get sick for no reason.  I try home remedies before going to a real doctor, but there's so much one can do.  Natural, home remedies only work up to a certain point; but then you need something a lot stronger.  I can't tell if there are much side effects using antibiotics, but it's been doing well for me once I fall ill.  It usually takes a week or two to recover.

In any event, there have been minimal amount of new and exciting projects going around here.  I may have worked out one or two deals, but nothing spectacular worth mentioning.  I have received some rebates in the mail that usually take up to three months to arrive.  Yes, rebates take a very long time to arrive; but eventually they get to your home when you least expect it.  It's not a bad system if you're patient.  It does get annoying, but it's better than nothing.  Well, I hope to get some more reading and studying done for my radiology classes starting in September.  I only have this week left until school starts up.  I just need to survive this last, remaining year; and I'll be home free!  Seriously, everyday I have to work hard and remain persistent or else suffer the consequences of being a fat, lazy American.

I'M STILL ALIVE

Sorry people, I have been under-the-weather today.  I left the fan on while sleeping in the nude.  I woke up with a sore throat.  I prepared hot tea with honey and made sure to take lozenges.  The doctor also recommended to gargle salt water in the morning.  In any case, I didn't do much today nor due I plan to.  There are no crazy pictures or anything worth while mentioning except for having more school/work days off for the next few weeks.  I don't feel compelled to go out and spend tons of cash on frivolous things.  Wouldn't it be great to win the lottery?  Nope, I'm still bound by the everyday limitations of being a mere mortal.  Perhaps, I will post some note worthy material later when I feel like it.  Today is not the right time to be doing anything except for the usual rest and sleep.

Accidents Happen

Long story short, a 35 lbs. dumbbell happened to fall on my foot at the gym by accident.  They had an x-ray done for me.  Yup, I realized that being in the field of x-rays had much value behind it.  Instead of taking my job lightly, I feel a deeper connection and appreciation for the science and care behind radiology.  I'll be out for a few days.  I'll be around reporting less and working less as I try to recover.  It sucks, but I need time to take off.  I've been icing and doing light, routine exercising since the accident.  There's no fracture, so it's okay to be moving a little.  Hell, I even had to go to work at the hospital after a day of recovery.  Talk about unfair.  In any event, I've been trying out the new whey protein.  Thankfully, nothing was broken and my foot is continuing to heal on its own without any special medical procedures or medicines.  

I guess I should be wearing shoes to prevent any further accidents from happening in the future.  I sure have had my fair share of accidents.  Accidents happen from time to time.  I'm prepared to stay calm and alert when they do.  Thank God, I didn't need surgery.  Hope all is well.  Until next time!

Sunday - A Day for Rest

Have I worked out Monday through Saturday all the while interning at the hospital?  The correct answer is YES.  That's a big accomplishment for me, because most people just get lazy and fat given the same amount of time.  Do I deserve a complete day of rest?  Sure, I do.  Maybe, I'll just go for a brief walk or bike ride.  None the less, Sunday is a day for rest.  There's no religion behind it.  My body and mind really needs a day where I don't do much except to completely relax and be free of worry.  To workout the whole seven days a week is just too much for anyone.  The body and mind needs a full day of rest to recharge and rebuild muscle.

After trying my new protein, Oats and Whey, I still felt like the same old waking up.  If there was only a revitalizing potion that you can drink that helps you wake up in the morning, I'd be set for life.  None the less, I rolled out of bed at 8AM and went straight to the computer like I normally do.  Thank God I don't have to work the weekends.

Unfortunately, I didn't find a miracle protein that can help me jump out of bed in the morning; but I did get a full night of rest.  I woke up in the morning time, got out of bed, and that is what's important.  Of course, I could have slept in more but something made me get up.  I was hungry and driven to do something.  The spirit of ambition and wanting to succeed took over I guess.  This post will be short, because I simply want to spend the rest of the day off.  It's important that people get their rest on Sundays, so that they can be reenergized and be able to workout the next full six days.