Once upon a time, I decided to take a CPR certification course today. I had never even thought about it or realized that I probably should take one until earlier this week during class. As a phlebotomist, I'll most likely be working in a health care facility of some sort. In which case, it would be very likely that I would need to know how to do CPR. I mean, not that I would use it everyday, but, a lot of the time there are unhealthy people there. Plus, it's probably a requirement to get a job. I mean, it can't hurt, right?!
Here's the thing. I've always been kind of against the whole medical field thing. No specific reason for it, I just never thought it was my thing. I never saw myself as the type of person that would be be good at it. My parents always saw it. They always, ALWAYS encouraged me to do medical field-y things and I was always like, "Ew, no." (because this happened when I was an angsty teenager, yeah?)
But... I'm also really awesome at it. It makes sense to me, I understand it. Now that I've put myself into it, even if it's just like, school and such, I'm ALL about it. Always talking about it, wanting to learn more, asking questions, etc. It's really super cool. I'm still pretty sure that like, intense, surgery type things are OUT of the question. Because guts are just... not really my thing. Like, when their all alive still and all writhing around and such. But like, blood? I love the stuff! It has never bothered me. It's so interesting to me. It's much more than just this liquid that moves around inside you. Blood is my calling, people. ;)
Anyway, I'm gonna go. Gotta go study for my test on Monday. Wooo!
Have a lovely weekend, everyone!