The problem with medicine is the people.
Imagine the worst scum-of-the-earth man you’ve ever met with alcohol-laden breath that would make Jack Daniels cry. Now give him pancreatitis and excruciating abdominal pain. Next, ship him to the hospital so that I can take care of him.
The beauty of medicine is the people.
Imagine a wonderfully sweet 65-year-old woman with 6 grandchildren and baking skills that would make Betty Crocker smile. Now give her a massive heart attack and excruciating chest pain. Next, ship her to the hospital so that I can take care of her.
Interesting dynamic, I suppose.
It’s official–I know where I’m going to be a resident.
Yesterday was “Match Day” and medical students around the country discovered where they’ll be spending the next few years of their lives.
Some were happy. Some were not as happy. I hope none were terribly sad.
The day marks the beginning of the end of medical school for me. I have just two weeks of rotations left. Then a nice break. Then graduation.
Unreal.
For what it’s worth–I got my first choice.
Many months ago–when I was a mere “third year” student, I stumbled into a horrible, no good, very bad place: the labor and delivery ward.
But you don’t just stumble in for a few minutes–they make you stay. In our case, students spend two weeks on the floor doing the nastiest of nasty–delivering babies.
Say what you want about the “beauty of childbirth”, it just isn’t pretty. Things get ripped and people pull and there’s screaming and pushing and suction and ugh. Disturbing to say the least.
So for a guy like me taking the internal medicine route, labor and delivery can be one of the worst rotations–unless you master the art of the “medicine delivery”.
Continue reading ‘How to Deliver a Baby: Medicine Style’
It’s official.
The computer gods have smiled upon me and I’ve “matched”.
Somewhere.
I just don’t know where yet.
Match Day Week is broken into three key parts. Part I was today–the “check your email and see if you matched but not where you matched day”. If you did not “Match”–you “Scramble”.
Makes sense, no?
Continue reading ‘Match Day Week: Part I’
So, remember a couple of days ago when I was bloviating on my inability to intubate a couple of patients?
Well, I am now officially the greatest intubator this side of the Mississippi.
That’s right. My intubation technique is so good, that I successfully dropped a tube in a gentleman this morning with my eyes closed…and one hand tied behind my back…while reciting the five T’s of cyanotic congenital heart defects…in Latin.
Ooohhh yeah.
Bring on the codes. I’m ready.*
*This statement is meant in no way to imply that I’m actually ready to run a code. You might also be surprised to know that I don’t speak Latin.
