Friday we had a meeting. A meeting that would determine our fate for the upcoming 14 weeks of clinical rotations. We, the students, had to draw a paper out of a cup that eloquently said "DRAW" on the front of it. This would determine what order we were able to select our clinical sites - the first # on the sheet indicated the first round of sign ups. So we lined up 1-40 according to the number we had drawn. I selected #1 so I signed up for a pediatric community rotation, which I was highly interested in. Justin was # 26 (give or take a few #'s) and by the time it was his turn to select all the slots in pediatric community were filled. So I switched with someone - someone who was going to face a dark and gloomy fate in Parrish nursing. I gave them their dream come true when I erased my name from Pediatrics and wrote it under Parrish nursing.
The way this "intricate" drawing system worked now meant that I was last to select in the 2nd rotation. So I waited in line and Justin excitedly came over and said he had signed up for Trauma/Surgical ICU (TSI). However, when it was my turn there was only 1 spot left, and you guessed it - it was not under TSI. The only slot left (which of course indicated that this was the least desirable selection) was under Psych....at the VA hospital. So now it was Justin's turn - he made someone else's day and took them out of the mire of the Psych rotation and moved them into the glory of the ICU.
Everyone who heard this story of loss for love was moved to near tears (ok....maybe not the tears) over what we gave up for one another.
Long story short - we will be together during our clinical rotations. Which was necessary due to transportation issues and the fact that I'm going to be as big as a house soon and may need a little assistance making it through these next 14 weeks (....and beyond!). We lamented our losses and licked our wounds as we drove home, but he said something I will likely never forget.
"I'd rather be at the VA with you than be in the ICU without you."
The way this "intricate" drawing system worked now meant that I was last to select in the 2nd rotation. So I waited in line and Justin excitedly came over and said he had signed up for Trauma/Surgical ICU (TSI). However, when it was my turn there was only 1 spot left, and you guessed it - it was not under TSI. The only slot left (which of course indicated that this was the least desirable selection) was under Psych....at the VA hospital. So now it was Justin's turn - he made someone else's day and took them out of the mire of the Psych rotation and moved them into the glory of the ICU.
Everyone who heard this story of loss for love was moved to near tears (ok....maybe not the tears) over what we gave up for one another.
Long story short - we will be together during our clinical rotations. Which was necessary due to transportation issues and the fact that I'm going to be as big as a house soon and may need a little assistance making it through these next 14 weeks (....and beyond!). We lamented our losses and licked our wounds as we drove home, but he said something I will likely never forget.
"I'd rather be at the VA with you than be in the ICU without you."
Now that is love my friends.........that is love.
