Last January I gave myself an ultimatum of sorts, telling myself that by the end of the month I should’ve been able to find a hospital wherein I can get my training so I can get my Intravenous Therapy (IVT) license. And lo, due to some kind of freak coincidence I’ve somehow gotten a slot for the February schedule in my very own alma mater, UST Hospital. It was way cool, since I’ve had my ward duty there for three years so I know how everything worked. The week before my training I was in a rut, as you might…