The year started on a low note. Classes were quater to half full compared to second year where classes were too full. The year would be a joy ride, we thought. Very few things were taken very seriously. I can't rember attending the first several classes, but in the end I acquired momentum.
I just want to recal afew things that traspired through the year. An encounter with the no nonsense, all or none theatre nurse call her madam Lilian. I remember her explaining the role of a scrub nurse..."The surgion told me hold here, I did. Then hold here, I did. Now with both hands I did the holding. Then he told me, give me a curved artery...seriously!!, am I an octopus??, I asked...prais the Lord"
Then came...the mental health nurse, Carpenito, Nanda, Author wa Manual, Nursing process, NCK Mwenyewe. I'll call her The lady in a pegiot. "Now this school is funny..do they know I'm not a renal nurse?, now give me three priority
Nursing diagnosis according to carpenito..." I wish I could use her voice tone to write this.
Then another mental health case, this guy should be in mathari. Should I call him Anto? Yes. This is the only guy who managed to teach 706, I mean seven hundred and six slides in one lecture, DSM4, DSM4-TR, DSM5, DSM.., ICD10. I guess he has Fucktitious disorder, F*** with an 'A' not a 'U' idiot or maybe he has trikisdecaphobia or maybe echolalia or I think he has no insight. But above all, he makes life very simple "....a good lady like Chege can't fail you. But kwa medsurg, kuna ma sadists..."
Then here come Dr Bilasio..this guy has verbal diarrhoea plus circumstantiality and tangentiality. He teaches like Ten Teachers. His classes did not end untill they ended. "...you must be a profisient midwife. When you see any pervaginal bleeding, NO DIGITAL EXAM.
Before I get far, I recall this new comer in the staffroom. I guess the anatomist who defined the gynaecoid pelvis used her as an example. She changed the mood in every obs class. I rember her saying that to much exercise can cause amenorrhea. I feel we should try that as method of family planning. 30 laps every morning, lunch time and evening, then you'll not need all these hormones in the name of contraceptives. That's my research topic next year.
The year was full of drama each day. Ranging from signing for 8 lectures in one sitting, lecturers who could not speak but now they have pHDs to assignments that were never found in books nor google or wikipedia. Whether you went to class with bottoms up or in a bamako initiative, the comumity health lectures would not happen.
Then came the ISO, this was the climax. Drama ensued afterwards and so much had to happen. Then letters were written and the boss herself had to come to class to cool the furnase.
Before I leave the classroom comedy I cannot foget the rural folk, who came to teach but instead saw stars after an encounter with the lady in black. Then came this man who made me say "...please teacher may I go to the toilet" nkt nkt, by the way I didn't take that kindly. With all the pendagogy, he still aforded to give us 88 paged pdf that sent some of us into a vigil revision mode. Then came this Clinical psychologist...this man was just so amazing. Can't describe him much........
Whatch out for part two
