The hospital where I’m working this home assignment year switched last night to a new computer program for charting patients. There was lots of preparation, classes, etc. last month while I was visiting in Rwanda. I have to admit it was nice to take my classes, leave the country for a month, and then come back to work a few days before the switch, missing all the stress and anxiety that has filled the hospital as the big moment drew closer and closer. It’s hard to change to something new.
I like routine and knowing what I’m doing. When I came back from Rwanda last year, I was really excited to come home to a land I understood. But, you know, life isn’t that simple, and things changed. I was quite surprised that the changes weren’t as easy as I thought they’d be. I couldn’t even remember how to swipe my credit card at the grocery store! And now I’m back to English, so I can understand everything, right? Wrong! Apps, Droids, Bling. What in the world are those words? Not ones that existed when I left the USA!
Change can be good, bad, or neutral, but it’s a part of life. So I’m going to work tonight with a good attitude to learn this new system. Hope I still have that good attitude by morning. If not, I’ll stop by the grocery store on my way home for ice cream—my usual coping mechanism after a bad night at work! ☺