The first day…

The first day was so stressful that I didn't even manage to write anything.

The alarm went off at 7 AM. It was still dark, and I got dressed, got myself ready, and packed the suitcase. In my backpack, I took my work shoes because I didn't know what the day would bring.

First, I checked downstairs in the hotel café if I could leave my suitcase there. Super friendly: Yes, that was possible until 6 PM, after which I wouldn't be able to return to the hotel (there is no staff after that, and you can only get through the doors with a code). The code expired at 6 PM for me.

Well then. I just went to the Career Center with my backpack, all excited. It was not a 10-minute walk. Once there, I chatted in the waiting area with an applicant who was waiting to be picked up for cardiac surgery. Then Mr. Wolf arrived. My contact person during the internship. Totally open and friendly. Thomas. He should definitely be cherished, and this kind of approach should be adopted generally. We discussed the process. Or rather my wishes, because there wasn't a set plan. Good and bad, because I hate unpredictability. It makes me nervous, and I tend to see people as less competent. Why didn't he have a plan? “Because appointments sometimes come spontaneously. There is no fixed procedure.”

Well, I had to accept that.

I spent that day with Andrea. A small, lively woman with brown hair and glasses, who reminded me a lot of my mother. Immediately likable. We went together to the intensive care unit and had a conversation there with a newly graduated nurse and the management. There seemed to be problems in the previous ward, but everything was fine here. Resuscitation training takes place with video recording. They rehearse various situations and then have a debriefing. Cool!

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