Sunday was the first day of my duty in UST Hospital to complete the required number of intravenous insertions needed to acquire my Intravenous Therapy (IVT) license. To tell you the truth I’ve been freaking out since Friday about this; the feeling of pain of having a needle pierce through your flesh kept on popping up in my hand. Phantom pain? Maybe. When we were already in the Emergency Room, I actually begged Cha, my partner, to take the first case. I was too antsy to perform well, that much I knew. But then the staff nurse oriented us as…