[ SIXTEEN ] THE ESSENTIALS OF MEDICINE...
...include a DAY OFF. My plans for the day include going for a run, locking myself in my bedroom and starting my torrid love affair with my internal medicine textbooks and writing a case report. ICE CREAM MAY BE INVOLVED.
I was on call yesterday, which means I survived mostly on Iced Caramel Macchiatos and Rukia's chocolate covered coffee beans. Twenty-four hours at the hospital are amazing but draining. At the end of the night, after we'd admitted an acute pancreatitis, an a-fib, a rule out MI, a syncope, a N/V x3wks and a left MCA stroke, my resident and intern took pity on us and let us go a bit early. I stayed a bit later, however, to say goodbye to my patients and tell them to be good to the next medical student in charge of their care.
It was harder than I expected it to be.
Surprisingly, my parents are not happy that I'm enjoying medicine so much. They express this in various ways: telling me directly, implying their displeasure through e-mail, sending me six psychiatry textbooks and review books. Even though my psych rotation doesn't start until October, I flipped through them, mostly out of morbid curiosity. Also, now I won't have to lie to my parents when they inevitably ask if I've read them.
Note: After only twenty minutes of reading, I believe I have correctly diagnosed 95% of this apartment building with some sort of psychiatric disorder.
I, for one, am unsurprised.
I was on call yesterday, which means I survived mostly on Iced Caramel Macchiatos and Rukia's chocolate covered coffee beans. Twenty-four hours at the hospital are amazing but draining. At the end of the night, after we'd admitted an acute pancreatitis, an a-fib, a rule out MI, a syncope, a N/V x3wks and a left MCA stroke, my resident and intern took pity on us and let us go a bit early. I stayed a bit later, however, to say goodbye to my patients and tell them to be good to the next medical student in charge of their care.
It was harder than I expected it to be.
Surprisingly, my parents are not happy that I'm enjoying medicine so much. They express this in various ways: telling me directly, implying their displeasure through e-mail, sending me six psychiatry textbooks and review books. Even though my psych rotation doesn't start until October, I flipped through them, mostly out of morbid curiosity. Also, now I won't have to lie to my parents when they inevitably ask if I've read them.
Note: After only twenty minutes of reading, I believe I have correctly diagnosed 95% of this apartment building with some sort of psychiatric disorder.
I, for one, am unsurprised.