Tomorrow is my last day at work. I've made a start at packing up the office (I have to pack everything into boxes as I don't quite know where I will be located when I return) but it seems like I have a long way to go.
I have been saying various goodbyes over the past few weeks and this has kind of brought things to the front of my mind a bit. I have also spent a few days in the ultrasound department at St Peter's trying to improve (actually, forget improve - develop) my scanning skills. I have had a great teacher there (Brenda) and she has been very patient with my inability to grasp the skill of locating the fetal position. However, I think I have finally got it and have even managed to do some reasonable scans with my new portable scanner. Yes, I managed to fundraise enough money to buy one portable scanner and so am able to start the triage project when I get there. The obstetric risk scoring system contains 3 factors that I can only obtain through scanning.
Part of me is excited about going to Gimbie and another part of me wonders exactly why I am going there. Right now, it feels a little bit like the anticipation that you have prior to a holiday (yes, I know this is no holiday). On the one hand you're really looking forward to it, but then you are not really quite sure what it will all be like. I'm sure that it'll all be fine in the end. I guess that my biggest fear remains that we will not be able to achieve very much and so will get frustrated with the systems that prevent us from doing what probably needs to be done.