Yesterday was officially my last day. It was very weird and sad. Time has flown by here. I am ready to come home, but I am also already ready to come back. One of my favorite things about working in the clinic is seeing patients again and knowing who they are. If I could stay longer, I would more of that. But I did the opportunity to see patients again who I saw the first week I was here. I understood them better. I could hear their words and understand their meaning. Despite their pain, fever, coughs, whatever, all of the patients are gracious and kind and appreciative. I really cannot wait to come back.
I also have another like, which is kind of not a good thing. I really like giving shots. However, the shots I give are insulin and it's for patients whose blood sugar is over 300mg. So... I also hate having to do it. The first one I gave to older gentlemen and my hand was so shaky. He was tough and patient with me. Now, I am a pro. Well, I could probably use some guidance. I was just handed a syringe and told in Spanish what to do. I sort of watched Marvin do it once. Yay for second year of med school! Hopefully I will be able to perfect these little skills.
After clinic we went to lunch as a group. Mario, and the who crew really, were so nice and appreciative. It was very touching. I have loved working with this group of people. I hope that one day when I have my own clinic, I am lucky enough to work with people like those at Clinica Alabama.
Marvin, Etienne, Anne, and I went to grab one last rum and coke at Cafe Isabella. It was bittersweet for me.
I am so grateful for this experience and for meeting and working with such amazing people. I have learned so much from being here.
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