The name is Day-Yawn Jolene Theresa Eirene Isaman. Or Dj for short.I am a compulsive liar, a cheater, a good-for-nothing girl, heart-breaker, slut, hispanic, chinese, french, japanese, native american, italian, polish, [the list on nationalities goes on], emotionless, stupid, cold-hearted, freak of nature.
Congratulations...you just wasted 10 seconds of you life reading that, because...that is not me.
St. Aloysius '06. Academy Of American Studies '10 Hunter '14 (or probably '15).
Proud member of POH & E.Sig.Phi.
A quite a joy ride.
Yesterday was literally one of the best days of my life.
I had to wake up really early (compared to the time that I normally wake up) to get to the hospital at 9am to start my 6-hour shift. This day, that was established between the Emergency Room director and me the week before, was going to be the day we would organize his office. I had no problem with that. I was not comfortable going out onto the ER just yet, but little did I know, I was going to be in and out of the ER that day.
I arrived, signed in at HR, walked across the street to the ER to find that that director wasn’t there. He was at a meeting somewhere else in the hospital and the only thing that I knew was that he would be back soon. I stayed in the break room and chatted with a Romanian woman who had been working there for 10 years. She said that she would love to go back to school and become a nurse but she just couldn’t get through Anatomy.
After her another woman came in and talked about how she had been there for a while also. I heard more complaints about how the bathroom in the break room was dirty. I heard lots of gossip about this employee and that employee. I heard more complaints about people not wanting to be there. But regardless they all kept on laughing and moved on with their duties.
For a while I was alone, wondering whether or not I should stay in the break room doing nothing so I took out some organic chemistry notes. One man went on break, heated up his coffee, ate what he bought from Au Bon Pain and started a conversation with me. He asked me if I was doing homework, in which I replied that I was studying my chemistry notes. He then started to give me some tips about life. He told me about how he had been working there for almost 20 years. This would be his last year working. He’s main duty was to transport patients and interpret. He learned so much from the doctors that have come and go. He sometimes even knew more about certain procedures than some doctors. He said that all these doctors who came in were book smart but then when it came to actually working in the ER, they didn’t really know what to do. After a while, the doctor would ask him to translate then have him tell the doctor what he should do. He had learned so much that he himself could have been a doctor. But he said he was too old. Two other men that walked in interrupted our conversation and they talked about the football game that happened the night before. They then left and he gave me some more details about his life. He talked about how he raised his son who got his PhD in criminal justice and was a Professor at John Jay at the age of 28. He also talked about how he raised 3 other boys. He told them that they could not be friends with his son unless they got themselves through school or had established professions. In the end they joined the Marines, joined the Navy, and the other one went back to school and married. So in actuality he really had 4 sons.
He gave me life lessons. He basically told me what everyone else tells me. He told me to stay focused. He even said that friends would always be there. You don’t have to feel like you are missing out on hanging out. They can continue to hang out. When you have your profession they will probably still be hanging out so stay focused in school. Friends are easy to find. A significant other is easy to find. Once you have your profession and are making good money then you can establish your life. Get married! Have children! Travel later! He said that you might as well struggle now. Get what you want because as you age everything gets that much harder, so you might as well just suffer now.
He made me realized that I need to reevaluate my life. My social life will be there. Right now, all that matters is understanding what is going on in my classes & gaining experience from working in the ER starting now. I don’t need to drink. I don’t need to do drugs. I don’t need to do any of that. Sure it will be challenging because I love socializing. But in the end I will end up doing what I want to do. There are people that I am around that I have lost connections with. Why do I hang out with them? What is the point when I know for a fact I will not be hanging out with them after graduation? I only want positive people in my life. I don’t need negativity.
That was one.
The rest of the day just made a complete 180 degrees! I loved it!
He left and I continued on studying organic chemistry. A doctor came into the break room and was overly excited that I was studying organic chemistry! He asked me if I learned this or learned that and I said that I didn’t know. He just went to use the bathroom but he stayed to talk to me for a good ten minutes about what I wanted to go into. We had such a great chat and then he had to get back to his duties.
One of the nurses came in and asked me if I was the one looking for the Emergency Room director and that he was back. I decided that I could not sit in that break room for another minute! I was getting volunteer hours done by studying which is cool… but not what I was there for.
I left the break room and headed to the director’s office. Across the room was the doctor I was talking to. He approached me and asked me some organic chemistry questions off guard. After that he asked if I was busy. I pretty much wasn’t so I said nope! Please give me something to do! And this is where the awesomeness began…
I was told to bring people to Radiology, which was a piece of cake! I came back and he gave me a paper with the structure of butane on it. He said, “draw all the isomers of butane for me.” I was so confused but did it anyways. For a while I thought I would be drawing isomers for different compounds the whole shift. All of a sudden a swarm of medical students came rushing in into room #4. The doctor got out of his station. As he passed me to go into the room he tapped me on the shoulder to follow him. He gave me a mask and we both entered the room. The group of medical students was in the room with a patient. My doctor friend was there to draw blood. This patient had an amputated foot after a cinderblock fell on him and the whole bottom of his leg was severely infected. The medical students took notes on what the doctor was reciting for them to note down. Words such as, “foul odor,” “infection,” “green and yellow,” was being thrown around. They even took measurements of the infection; it was basically the whole bottom area of his leg, the whole circumference.
The patient would jump up when the doctor would try to get a sample of population that was growing on his leg. The patient was sure that his leg would heal but I wasn’t so sure of that. To add to all the crazy he was saying that he was a good man and that his blood was good. The doctor asked if he took drugs and he said it was back in the day. Snorted and shot up heroin. His arm was so dry that it was difficult to even draw blood samples for the lab. The doctor would then make friendly jokes with the patient. He even asked him what gives the best high. (Apparently it is snorting). The doctor then asked me if I was having fun. Let me tell you. I was having the time of my life.
The next patient he made me see was this other woman. He was trying to draw blood from the common iliac artery (from what I believe); however, the two doctors that did try just could not find the pulse in this old woman. Her vaginal peaked through the covering many times. Not only did I see her vagina but another woman’s vagina when I was helping her urinate into a bedpan. (I’m pretty sure that as a volunteer I am not supposed to be doing that though). There was another woman that was yelling from the second she entered the emergency room. I’m definitely not looking forward to catering to patients like that. She would complain that she was having stomach pains and was admitted the day before but had to leave because her daughter was giving birth. She was so rude and demanded everything from me. More sheets. More robes. More everything. She placed her urine cup on a random table that I had to clean up. I was so close to punching her (not really).
I learned that people could be REALLY fucking rude. I asked one woman who was at the station where I could find an ice pack and she was so rude to me. It was one question. I did not comment on how fake your eyes were. I did not comment on how fake your hair was. I did not do any of that. I’m sorry that’s not your job but you could have at least told me nicely to ask one of the other nurses instead. Get off of your high horse bitch. You will be getting old and all wrinkly before me. Especially with that fucking attitude. Bitch.
I also had to realize that not everyone likes needles the way I do. I don’t cringe when I see a needle and I like watching blood being drawn from my body. (I LOVE to donate blood. Fun Fact.) But anyways, I learned that some people just REALLY do NOT like needles one bit. On top of all of this I learned what gastrografin was and how to maneuver hospital beds to and from the ER. Those shits are heavy so I better start working on my upper body strength and invest in non-slippery shoes.
My day doesn’t sound too crazy when I type it up. But it was definitely something that threw me entirely out of my comfort zone. I’m really sad that there is a small chance that I will be seeing that doctor again. But on the bright side, because of everything he showed me, I know for sure that I am pursuing the right profession. I’ve even decided that I will get my masters. Fuck it. Why not? I am still young. I really thank that doctor. All I have of his is his pen that he gave me for good luck for my organic chemistry exam. He told me that he has a lot of faith in me and that I will do great. (I’m sure that a lot of people I come across will say that because they feel like they have to… but still… just let me have this!)
Anyways. I am off to study for my Bio, Orgo, and Calc exam because they will be back to back in two weeks. Have to start now. I hope that I can keep this up. My motivation is at a new high. I just need to stay focused and stop having fomophobia. It just isn’t healthy. I’ll get over it!
To Future Dj:
Good Fucking Job. You better believe you fucking did it. You fucked what other people said! Fuck them. Fuck whoever got in the way. Now go have a drink. And go to Bali. Book that fucking ticket. You deserve it!