So, it occurred to me tonight that while I get to see and handle a lot of cool and gross stuff at work, I can’t really talk about it for two reasons. Reason #1: Most people don’t seem to enjoy thinking about blood and other things that come out of the body. Reason #2: Hipaa.
If you’re not familiar with Hipaa, here’s a quick take on it. Basically, Hipaa is something the government put into practice that’s supposed to protect patient’s and keep their information confidential. This means that I can’t write and/or talk about specifics of the medical records I see, list people’s names/personal information, or disclose things I may have heard others saying. Now, here’s where it’s a good thing my memory is so rotten. I handle hundreds of samples a day, and look at the information for all of 10-30 seconds. I couldn’t tell you, even if I wanted to, the names and other personal details.
I don’t think it’s breaking Hipaa to mention that I was super proud of myself for pouring urine out of a jug into a little container without spilling or splashing any. I really didn’t think I could manage it, but I was successful! (This is one of those gross things that I forget most people don’t really want to think about.)
Anyway, day two of my new job went pretty well. I’m definitely learning, and will be quite glad when I can do things without having to ask for help. Also, I’m super glad that my clinical pathology teacher in tech school got so in-depth in class. What I learned in that class is starting to come back pretty clearly, and helping me to feel less lost.
Final positive part of my day: one of the gals at work asked me how old I was and she was really surprised that I was 28. She was sure I was younger! I love when people think I look younger than I am. I certainly feel younger than I am.