Why does four days feel like forever?
So.
Monday I snuck off-shift and out of the hospital for fifteen minutes to run down the street and get my swine flu vaccine, because while I would love -- love -- to lose ten pounds effortlessly, by which I mean "through vomiting and diarrhea," I cannot really justify it when there is a viable alternative, like *not* spreading death and disease to my immunocompromised patients.
(Plus, I might still get Guillain-Barre! Which would probably also entail weight loss?)
Monday night, I had drinks with DrSheilaBrovlovsky, who is my assigned mentor, and also Lakch's, because we are the two idiots who did not reply to the classwide email asking us to select mentors from the list, and everyone else chose wisely. That said, it was really a very nice conversation, and she's big into translational research, and *also*, also I need to be a little stronger-willed when it comes to saying no to that second drink, because if one beer turns me into a loudmouth, a beer and a wine turns me into a loudmouth who gets all pseudo-philosophical and asks questions about What It All Means, like Why All The Bad New I Have Given Lately Has Been To People Around My Age.
Yesh.
Also, we went to Delachaise, which was adorable, and also ran into LukeSkywalker and his girlfriend, because New Orleans is like Philadelphia is actually a small town.
Tuesday was just utterly ridiculous, start to finish, because it started out with the goddamned alarm fiasco, and then turned into probably the hardest shift I have worked in the ER thus far, and all I had was beds 1 to 6, which somehow translated into eight patients. No, but seriously, why is there a pregnant asthmatic in the trauma bay and how soon can I get rid of her?
Ugh.
Wednesday -- yesterday -- I was very glad to work the short --where "short" means eight hours -- shift after conference, that is, conference runs 7 A to 11 A, and so I only had to do 11 A to 7 P, which was so, so nice. And quiet! I can say the Q word now that I am not there anymore, and have to be back in less than eight hours: It was quiet! On Wednesday. Bizarre.
Which brings us to today, where I honestly cannot remember what I did, other than eat continuously -- no, seriously, I need to stop that -- and surf the internet. Also, I think I took a nap. I certainly did not leave the house, or accomplish any of the things I needed to accomplish today, like (a) not eating everything not nailed down, seriously, self, this is how girls gain the intern fifteen, well, this and scrub pants, (b) logging my procedures from the last four-ish weeks, no, seriously, it is important, and the longer I don't do it the more I forget, (c) deciding on a Halloween costume, or (d) unloading the clean clothes from the dryer, where they have been since last night.
And, of course, only now am I getting around to the unlisted, "Update the blog, stupid."
I don't want to go to work tomorrow.
Monday I snuck off-shift and out of the hospital for fifteen minutes to run down the street and get my swine flu vaccine, because while I would love -- love -- to lose ten pounds effortlessly, by which I mean "through vomiting and diarrhea," I cannot really justify it when there is a viable alternative, like *not* spreading death and disease to my immunocompromised patients.
(Plus, I might still get Guillain-Barre! Which would probably also entail weight loss?)
Monday night, I had drinks with DrSheilaBrovlovsky, who is my assigned mentor, and also Lakch's, because we are the two idiots who did not reply to the classwide email asking us to select mentors from the list, and everyone else chose wisely. That said, it was really a very nice conversation, and she's big into translational research, and *also*, also I need to be a little stronger-willed when it comes to saying no to that second drink, because if one beer turns me into a loudmouth, a beer and a wine turns me into a loudmouth who gets all pseudo-philosophical and asks questions about What It All Means, like Why All The Bad New I Have Given Lately Has Been To People Around My Age.
Yesh.
Also, we went to Delachaise, which was adorable, and also ran into LukeSkywalker and his girlfriend, because New Orleans is like Philadelphia is actually a small town.
Tuesday was just utterly ridiculous, start to finish, because it started out with the goddamned alarm fiasco, and then turned into probably the hardest shift I have worked in the ER thus far, and all I had was beds 1 to 6, which somehow translated into eight patients. No, but seriously, why is there a pregnant asthmatic in the trauma bay and how soon can I get rid of her?
Ugh.
Wednesday -- yesterday -- I was very glad to work the short --where "short" means eight hours -- shift after conference, that is, conference runs 7 A to 11 A, and so I only had to do 11 A to 7 P, which was so, so nice. And quiet! I can say the Q word now that I am not there anymore, and have to be back in less than eight hours: It was quiet! On Wednesday. Bizarre.
Which brings us to today, where I honestly cannot remember what I did, other than eat continuously -- no, seriously, I need to stop that -- and surf the internet. Also, I think I took a nap. I certainly did not leave the house, or accomplish any of the things I needed to accomplish today, like (a) not eating everything not nailed down, seriously, self, this is how girls gain the intern fifteen, well, this and scrub pants, (b) logging my procedures from the last four-ish weeks, no, seriously, it is important, and the longer I don't do it the more I forget, (c) deciding on a Halloween costume, or (d) unloading the clean clothes from the dryer, where they have been since last night.
And, of course, only now am I getting around to the unlisted, "Update the blog, stupid."
I don't want to go to work tomorrow.
posted by gabbiana at 11:15 PM
3 Comments:
yes, and you still love being a doctor yes?
I miss you!!! Come back!! Don't be like me!!
I miss you too!
And I used to have a client with G-B. she looked fabulous as a result. Like a supermodel. We should all be so lucky.
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