Whine and Dine
I had call yesterday and then again this morning. They're human, those medicine people, and don't make us stay overnight with the intern and senior resident. So I left at around 7:30pm, came home, had dinner, then went to bed, then woke up and went to work. Not much time to goof off. But I don't really mind my time at the hospital. The only thing that fills me with dread is all the teaching and learning. What, like I'm in school, for Chrissake? Jeez!
To clarify: the formal teaching is a pain. I present a case in front of a couple teams of residents, interns, and med students, and then a senior resident pimps me for an hour and a half. Once I settle in, it's fun, because it turns into more of a discussion, but I hate preparing for it. I also hate looking up stuff and reporting back on it. And writing formal 5-page single-spaced H and P's. I mean, this all sounds incredibly selfish, and makes me sound like I'm very lazy, and misguided too. But really, it's more that I just like having a life, and when I get home after 11 hours (or 13 on call days, including weekends), I don't feel like doing more research. I have to, though, because I don't get much free time during the day, so preparation for the next day's teaching must happen when I'm away from the hospital. It all breeds resentment. But ain't nothin' I can do but bite the bullet and get the work done. I didn't have any of this teaching stuff on call this weekend, but tonight I had to do some preparation for tomorrow's teaching rounds. Bleah.
Anyway, it's all made better by just having got back from a few days' vacation with my family at a resort in upstate New York. It was so important for me, and very relaxing and refreshing. The food was superb, as always (hence the "Dine" part of the title). The fall foliage was incredible. Dad and I went on a cool hike, climbing ladders through narrow crevices, crawling under massive rocks, edging along cliffs, etc. The only bad part was, my brother Rog couldn't be there. But overall, it was a hell of a relaxing time. I even stopped having my air hunger. (I don't think I mentioned this, but since medicine started, and possibly since Seth and I broke up, I've had the constant desire to yawn or breathe deeply, especially when I'm relaxed or about to go to sleep. It's been very irritating. Dad mentioned that it's a common sign of tension, so, no surprise that it went away during such a restorative vacation.)
To clarify: the formal teaching is a pain. I present a case in front of a couple teams of residents, interns, and med students, and then a senior resident pimps me for an hour and a half. Once I settle in, it's fun, because it turns into more of a discussion, but I hate preparing for it. I also hate looking up stuff and reporting back on it. And writing formal 5-page single-spaced H and P's. I mean, this all sounds incredibly selfish, and makes me sound like I'm very lazy, and misguided too. But really, it's more that I just like having a life, and when I get home after 11 hours (or 13 on call days, including weekends), I don't feel like doing more research. I have to, though, because I don't get much free time during the day, so preparation for the next day's teaching must happen when I'm away from the hospital. It all breeds resentment. But ain't nothin' I can do but bite the bullet and get the work done. I didn't have any of this teaching stuff on call this weekend, but tonight I had to do some preparation for tomorrow's teaching rounds. Bleah.
Anyway, it's all made better by just having got back from a few days' vacation with my family at a resort in upstate New York. It was so important for me, and very relaxing and refreshing. The food was superb, as always (hence the "Dine" part of the title). The fall foliage was incredible. Dad and I went on a cool hike, climbing ladders through narrow crevices, crawling under massive rocks, edging along cliffs, etc. The only bad part was, my brother Rog couldn't be there. But overall, it was a hell of a relaxing time. I even stopped having my air hunger. (I don't think I mentioned this, but since medicine started, and possibly since Seth and I broke up, I've had the constant desire to yawn or breathe deeply, especially when I'm relaxed or about to go to sleep. It's been very irritating. Dad mentioned that it's a common sign of tension, so, no surprise that it went away during such a restorative vacation.)
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