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It's closing on a year and a half since my last entry, so I suppose I should throw a couple of words on the page here. Sadly, as is the case with infrequent updates, so much has changed ... but so gradually that it more or less feels like the status quo. A sort of slow deviation of the baseline.
I am in fact still a doctor. They have not revoked my license for generalized jackassery or inhumane experimentation or something. I have recently finished the most challenging rotation of my residency -- from here on out it can only get easier. In fact, I only have two more rotations requiring call: the burn unit in early 2008 and my last month of trauma sometime during the next academic year. I'm planning on getting it out of the way early, but we'll see whether that pans out. While I'm thinking about it: it certainly does feel strange to have Actual Doctors below me in the food chain. I actually enjoy teaching where I can, although it's somewhat limited given how strong and experienced of an intern class we have this year. I guess I can always teach more students how to read ECGs, when all else fails and I need to feed the teaching monkey.
My last in-service exam (a nationwide exam for all emergency medicine residents) went well back in, what, January or something. Quite well, as a matter of fact. If I can actually get my nose in a book and study more I could really lay down some hurt when it rolls around again in a few months. My first score as an intern indicated that I would have had a real chance of passing the written examination for board certification in emergency medicine, so, again, as long as my score goes up and not down I shouldn't have to worry about it. That's exactly what I need: more letters after my name. BS/BS MD FAAEM. I just need to go after a fellowship or something and I can really tack on some letters. Too late for that PhD or MPH, though; no way in hell I'm taking more time off for unpaid labor.
... and that's my life, really. I got a banjo for my birthday but haven't had much opportunity to practice. When my free time rolls around I like not to feel totally incompetent, so I pull out the guitars instead and thus feel only moderately incompetent. Kottke still kicks my ass, of course. I need to find some middle musical ground to remind myself that he is in fact a virtuoso and if I can't play his stuff, it doesn't mean that I suck ... much.
It's getting difficult to write -- Hastur has decided to lay down on my left arm. I think I'll let him be, and fill in my two readers more in sixteen months or so.
I am in fact still a doctor. They have not revoked my license for generalized jackassery or inhumane experimentation or something. I have recently finished the most challenging rotation of my residency -- from here on out it can only get easier. In fact, I only have two more rotations requiring call: the burn unit in early 2008 and my last month of trauma sometime during the next academic year. I'm planning on getting it out of the way early, but we'll see whether that pans out. While I'm thinking about it: it certainly does feel strange to have Actual Doctors below me in the food chain. I actually enjoy teaching where I can, although it's somewhat limited given how strong and experienced of an intern class we have this year. I guess I can always teach more students how to read ECGs, when all else fails and I need to feed the teaching monkey.
My last in-service exam (a nationwide exam for all emergency medicine residents) went well back in, what, January or something. Quite well, as a matter of fact. If I can actually get my nose in a book and study more I could really lay down some hurt when it rolls around again in a few months. My first score as an intern indicated that I would have had a real chance of passing the written examination for board certification in emergency medicine, so, again, as long as my score goes up and not down I shouldn't have to worry about it. That's exactly what I need: more letters after my name. BS/BS MD FAAEM. I just need to go after a fellowship or something and I can really tack on some letters. Too late for that PhD or MPH, though; no way in hell I'm taking more time off for unpaid labor.
... and that's my life, really. I got a banjo for my birthday but haven't had much opportunity to practice. When my free time rolls around I like not to feel totally incompetent, so I pull out the guitars instead and thus feel only moderately incompetent. Kottke still kicks my ass, of course. I need to find some middle musical ground to remind myself that he is in fact a virtuoso and if I can't play his stuff, it doesn't mean that I suck ... much.
It's getting difficult to write -- Hastur has decided to lay down on my left arm. I think I'll let him be, and fill in my two readers more in sixteen months or so.