this week i started a new rotation, this time in pediatrics. those who know me (and maybe you don't even need to know me that well) know that i hate children. they're whiny and needy and generally are bratty and snot-nosed and self-absorbed. most people can look past this--i can't handle it. i was assigned a kid who had lots of problems, but in general had the worst pouty face in the world. it's nearly impossible to frown so that it looks like an upside-down smiley face, but this kid had it down. always mad, always frowning, always grumpy, always crying. granted, he had a lot of shit going on, but i couldn't handle it. i couldn't dredge up even an inkling of pity in my hardened heart.
i was on my hands and knees trying to get my patient to sit still and stop crying so that i could listen to his heart when the Clowns approached. oddly enough, they didn't bother me too much. i think it was because the creepyclownmakeup was kept to a minimal. plus they blew really cool bubbles. my partner for the day noticed that one of the clowns had a ukulele and talked him into forcing me to play it.
i love playing the marvin the purple ukulele. i love its unique sound and that all of the songs that you play on it sound cute and endearing. but i can't handle performing in front of people. my clinical group got me to play a couple of songs for them and even that--performing in front of good friends--made my legs all wobbly.
anyways so i managed to play a few songs (his ukulele played like a dream!) and unintentionally drew an audience, enough to make me get skittish again. but apparently it didn't show because afterwards, the Clowns approached and handed me a card with a name on it and said that i should consider joining their group.
when i was telling a friend about this, she told me that clowns make six figure salaries. is that true? if so, screw nursing. i'll take playing the ukulele and blowing bubbles for a living any day.