Posts tagged journal

That’s not First Aid.

Lately, my checklist for residency has been growing with more and more items. The most recent  addition is ACLS and BLS training. Thankfully I have done these courses before so at most, a recertification is all that will be required.

Giving a Research Presentation to Faculty

…and getting blindsided by some questions I had not thought of.

New Chapter. New Roles.
These months have all been about change and adjusting to it:
I have to be adjust to being a resident. I have to adjust to being a doctor. I have to adjust to being a husband. And we can add another item to the list.
Now, I also have to adjust to being an uncle.

New Chapter. New Roles.

These months have all been about change and adjusting to it:

I have to be adjust to being a resident. I have to adjust to being a doctor. I have to adjust to being a husband. And we can add another item to the list.

Now, I also have to adjust to being an uncle.

The Mother We Share (SOAK Cover) by Chvrches.

The last few days have been very busy from every front, from planning the wedding and honeymoon, to getting ready for the licensing exam and residency. Somewhere along the line, I let a few things get under my skin. It is time to listen to some music and unwind.

Today…

…is my last clinical day of medical school.

…is my last day seeing patients before residency.

…is my last day introducing myself to patients as a medical student.

Though I still have a month plus change of classes before school is officially over, I am both excited and terrified of what is to come.

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Sushi Night.
It was the end of a very long day. We had skipped lunch to catch up on our patient load and I was famished. I hopped into my car and proceeded to the nearest restaurant I could find, a sushi joint.
I made a beeline for the take out section and found what I was looking for: a party platter. 
"Do you need chopsticks to go?" asked the cashier.
"Yes, please."
"How many sets?" I paused and pondered. Should I be honest? Just say one? No, I will look like a pig. Just lie to not look desperate.
"Um…four."
She started packing my purchase for my supposed night of fun and games with friends.
Nay, there would be no such thing. Just a stack of study books, sushi, and four sets of chopsticks. 

Sushi Night.

It was the end of a very long day. We had skipped lunch to catch up on our patient load and I was famished. I hopped into my car and proceeded to the nearest restaurant I could find, a sushi joint.

I made a beeline for the take out section and found what I was looking for: a party platter. 

"Do you need chopsticks to go?" asked the cashier.

"Yes, please."

"How many sets?" I paused and pondered. Should I be honest? Just say one? No, I will look like a pig. Just lie to not look desperate.

"Um…four."

She started packing my purchase for my supposed night of fun and games with friends.

Nay, there would be no such thing. Just a stack of study books, sushi, and four sets of chopsticks. 

When Services Converge

In one of those unplanned coincidences, two police patrol units, two paramedic crews, and an emergency physician showed up within minutes of each other at the Starbucks I am sitting in. 

It was an interesting sight to see, watching an impromptu gathering unfold where everyone could take a few minutes to sit down, relax, and talk about something else besides business, away from the ruckus of the emergency department before their shifts start.

Veranda (RAC Remix) by Cillie Barnes.

Here is my study music for the day. I hope everyone is enjoying their weekend. 

At Your Touch by Joe Hertz.

For a five-thirty drive to the hospital to begin rounds, this seemed most fitting. Driving on the dimly lit road, a cold frost set on the empty streets, this is how to get pumped at an ungodly hour.

Cannot Sleep

I have quiet time on call and I cannot bring myself to sleep. I feel like a zombie.