I woke up fairly early this morning just to get myself ready to start my floor training to be a scribe. If this is your first time heard about “scribing” as a job, you’re not entirely out of place because this job is pretty new in the market. This job was created under an impression of giving an extended arm and typing-skill-person to transcribe the interaction between the physicians and the patients.
In many occasions, doctors are too busy with their schedule that an idea of a scribe would help them a lot in charting or organizing appointment notes so that they have more freedom to have a deeper conversation with the patients and not worry a thing about what to write down.
I am not sure if I would like to keep this job as a career but more of an experience in the healthcare system of the US. I am aiming to go towards higher medical education such as PA or MD. I am still thinking about it. I might not show my enthusiasm on the first day at work but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t want to take this job seriously.
I learn many things today and I expect to learn more everyday for knowledge is power and knowledge is never enough for one to say I have all the knowledge in the world. For if one has said so, that person must be God, the Almighty, who knows.
I just wanted to share my life at this moment as how I wanted this blog to be. To be honest, I didn’t have that urge to write like I did on other posts. I just wanted to make this, writing, as a habit for me to learn to express myself more efficiently. I hope this will work and that my expression would be more and more clear for everyone to follow my thought easily.
I have a headache right now and it might interfere with my trend of thought. That’s why I would love to have a place where I can say whatever in my mind and not worry about a thing. The thing is, when you’re speaking to yourself and trying to expressing things out loud, the content of your thoughts don’t really matter. What matter, I think, in this situation, is the assessment of my being.
What I meant by that was by my writing, I would like to express my sincerity of my being instead of creating a content for my readers who actually didn’t even know who I am. What good does it give if I show you a beautiful dress without introducing the one who makes it, or the one who would wear it?
There would be day where I am ready to show who I am, as raw as I can be. And, there would be day where my heart is full of wonders and the words that come out of my head are all sugar coated. Today is a kind of days where I have absolutely no feelings involved whatsoever. I just said what exactly as it was, fragmented, scattered, vulnerable, loosed.
So if you actually read my writing to this point, I really appreciate your time and your effort trying to understand me. There will be one day when I reread this and I would be amazed at how brave I was, publishing this random thought.