PGY-2. That's what I am now. No more butt pus, no more hemmorhoids, no more smelly colon operations, no more hernias, gallbladders, SBO's, or other nonspecific belly pain. All done. One day I was an intern, expected to know next to nothing, and the next day I was a second-year ortho resident expected to be able to answer questions about all kinds of stuff I've never seen before. The learning curve is already tremendous, and it has only been 2 weeks.
I am having a good time of it though. It is long hours, bot lots of learning and discovery. Lots of reading and studying and asking and wondering and experiencing... and operating. Finally!
I'm also thinking about Ironman. I feel depressed that residency is basically prohibiting me from doing another Ironman. But then I thought of something. I thought I might be able to arrange my schedule to put the lightest rotations together for 3rd and 4th year (there aren't any light rotations 2nd year) and maybe I could do an Ironman. I'll need my coach of course, because there are bound to be missed workouts and stuff needing to be moved around. But I think I want to go for it. I think a major goal outside of work would be good for me. So the plan is for IMFL 2011. We shall see how that takes shape.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
bye, bye, gallbladder, don't let the fascia hit ya on the way out
Haven't written on here in a while... keep meaning to but then I'm too tired/hungry/busy/delirious to do it. Well, now I have a week off of work since getting my gallbladder out, so I have a little extra time to jot down some thoughts.
I am very anxious for intern year to be over. I feel like I have become proficient at writing notes, doing admission orders, answering pages about stupid stuff at 2am, and other stuff that does not seem to require a medical degree, but merely some secretarial skills. On every evaluation about our rotations they give us the question, "Is there an equal balance between education and service?" Hell no. It's more like the intern does the service and the senior gets the education. You get so caught up in the day to day crap that you don't realize you haven't learned a damn thing, you haven't become a better doctor, you have merely shown up for another day, lived through another tortuous day, and made less than the janitor to show for it. Unfortunately second year will only be marginally better, but if I can make it to third year, everything will be ok!
Due to my stupid gallbladder I have not participated in much socially either. It ends up hurting and then I have no ability to talk to people and drink an adult beverage. Hopefully that will change soon as I recover from its removal. Which by the way is actually way more painful than I ever expected! I can only lay flat on my back or sit straight up, but the transition between the two sucks. Severe pain if I lie on either side. Last night I was plagued with major nausea. Didn't puke but sure thought I might have! So I couldn't take pain med wither due to the nausea, so I woke up this am extra sore. It doesn't seem I am any better than day 1 so I hope something changes before I have to go back to work!
More later- the vicodin is kickin in and I can't concentrate!
I am very anxious for intern year to be over. I feel like I have become proficient at writing notes, doing admission orders, answering pages about stupid stuff at 2am, and other stuff that does not seem to require a medical degree, but merely some secretarial skills. On every evaluation about our rotations they give us the question, "Is there an equal balance between education and service?" Hell no. It's more like the intern does the service and the senior gets the education. You get so caught up in the day to day crap that you don't realize you haven't learned a damn thing, you haven't become a better doctor, you have merely shown up for another day, lived through another tortuous day, and made less than the janitor to show for it. Unfortunately second year will only be marginally better, but if I can make it to third year, everything will be ok!
Due to my stupid gallbladder I have not participated in much socially either. It ends up hurting and then I have no ability to talk to people and drink an adult beverage. Hopefully that will change soon as I recover from its removal. Which by the way is actually way more painful than I ever expected! I can only lay flat on my back or sit straight up, but the transition between the two sucks. Severe pain if I lie on either side. Last night I was plagued with major nausea. Didn't puke but sure thought I might have! So I couldn't take pain med wither due to the nausea, so I woke up this am extra sore. It doesn't seem I am any better than day 1 so I hope something changes before I have to go back to work!
More later- the vicodin is kickin in and I can't concentrate!
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