PHLEBOTOMY & PARENTING

At the program orientation, Nuclear Medicine students were all required to sign waivers indicating that they would be participating in actual phlebotomy lab exercises. Meaning that they would be drawing blood and inserting IVs in each another. This didn’t necessarily thrill Kaitlyn – she was never one for getting needles, but she signed her waiver.
Phlebotomy class started this term, and the girls were able to do trials on rubber arms. Evaluations would be based on actual procedures performed on lab partners. Last Thursday was the evaluation for drawing blood. The night before, Kaitlyn and I were talking, and she indicated that she was going to practice – her neighbor Jesse from down the hall had volunteered.
She sent me this picture:
phelbotomy

Firstly – I am not sure that Jesse looks like a willing volunteer – he seems horrified at the prospect of becoming a human pin-cushion.

Secondly – Kaitlyn looks a bit like a mad scientist about to perform some illegal experiment on an unsuspecting victim. I don’t think her hand on his shoulder is a sign of reassurance, but rather she is gripping hard to prevent Jesse from bolting.

This picture made me proud. It is rewarding to know that Kaitlyn is taking her course seriously and that she is motivated to practice on her own time (on her own victims) in a relatively safe environment. She has very high expectations of herself, and always strives to do her personal best. I am also thrilled to see that she is confident enough in her abilities to seek out and find a young man who is willing to let her jab him with a needle. It makes me feel like maybe I did a few things right as a mother. Parents always wonder if they have done everything they can do to ensure their child’s success in life. Each of us offers some type of guidance to our children – despite being the least intelligent and most embarrassing people they have ever met during their teenage years.
My advice to Kaitlyn:
1. No tattling unless someone is bleeding. A scrape won’t cut it, you better be hemorrhaging.
2. Always say please and thank-you. Words we never say: hate, stupid, kill or shut -up. You may loath some brainless twit enough to wish her an untimely demise because she is unable to be quiet – just say it in a civil manner.
3. Don’t drink and drive. I don’t care where you are or how old you are. Call me and I will make sure you have a sober way home. This ride might be in the back of Uncle Scott’s police cruiser – but you will be home safe.
4. Wear clean underwear, but also know that no one wants/needs to see your thong. That’s just trashy.
5. Respect people and demand they respect you. This includes being punctual – I have no problem walking into any venue in my pajamas to pick you up if you aren’t outside at the agreed upon time.
6. Read lots of books. If you are dating someone, and the only reading material in his room is Maxim magazine – RUN AWAY. He’s not the one for you.
7. There will always be mean girls – you are not one of them. Don’t gossip (except with me).
8. Travel as much and as often as you can afford. These are experiences that you won’t forget. No one ever says “I wish I would have seen less of the world.”
9. Never apologize for your intelligence or your success. If you screw up – take responsibility and make sincere amends. (Saying you are sorry is a good way to get in the last word).
10. Chocolate is always an acceptable solution, regardless the problem.
11. Remember it’s just a bad day – not a bad life. Put on your big girl underpants, get out there and kick butt.
12. No matter what – I will always be here for you. (All embarrassing pictures can be bought back at a reasonable price).

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