Get the champagne bottles ready folks because I have just one more day of medical school.
One. More. Day.
Yes!
Rants of a medicine resident born, raised, and trained in The South…
Get the champagne bottles ready folks because I have just one more day of medical school.
One. More. Day.
Yes!
If there is anything more boring in medicine than watching someone else be an anesthesiologist–I’d like to know about it.
Talk about boring…sheesh.
It is very difficult to bag-mask a patient when he has a hole in his cheek.
That is all.
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.