IT. IS. OVA.

I’m chilling at the compounding area at my practice site, trying to finish up my SOAP note, which seems to be a lot of ‘S’ and not a lot of ‘OAP’. I’ve been debating with myself what exactly goes in the Objective section of the note, given that the IPPE manual says that this section includes grades and scores while Policastri says I'm not asking for your grades. Anne, what we have here is a failure to communicate…and I’m pretty sure its all on you.

At least in the blackboard announcement she clarified that she wants us to go into whether our grades accurately represent where we are in the curriculum or not. This is obviously prime time to break out the “my compounding practical grade reflects me having a bowel movement in an amber vial, while my preceptor feels I’m hot shit with a mortar and pestle.” Or dare I pull the patented “I didn’t perform up to snuff in communications, but I find that I’ll never need to know who the grandfather of the behavorial school of psychology is.” There’s also the “I missed a few questions on spatula use in 910, but I find that I can actually use a spatula just fine, as could any well-trained monkey.”

Next week I get to intern with a student from the COP over at Grundy, VA – so I’ll be sure to report back how our rotation compares in terms of metric tons of paperwork that we’re buried under, which is the only appropriate measuring stick.

Random act of Nathan: A tech was asking about what to do with a reconstituted pink amoxicillin suspension: “Should I just throw this away if they don’t come pick it up?” To which I replied “YOU BETTER NOT!” And when every turned to look at me I said “I love bubblegum!”

Today’s daily awesome serves two purposes: being awesome and summing up how I feel about the CRAPPE as a whole.