Tedium
The honeymoon is over.
The dull tedium of life in rural Ireland has most definitely set in at this stage.
I'm beginning to hate the routine of work and the boredom of post work.
I need to find a hoppy, like stamp collecting or something suitable boring.
I really do tire of having nothing to do once work is over apart from eat or study.
The only people I know in this town are people who I work with. Socialising with them all the time is just overkill.
Work has been going ok. Today I did two ward rounds, saw lots of people with not much wrong with them in out-patients, and chopped lumps of some old people's faces in day ward. Fun.
Now I'm supposed to be preparing a presentation on management of Common Bile Duct Stones but couldn't really be bothered.
We have hit a rich vain of obstructed bile ducts in the last three weeks.
One open exploration and two ERCPs last week.
Two open explorations for tomorrow.
My retracting arm is in training. My very important role in the surgery is to hold the liver. 3 hours for one procedure I can just about manage. I'm not sure how the arm will deal with two cases tomorrow. Surely somebody somewhere has invented a machine that could do my job?
I mean if robots can build cars surely one can hold a liver?
My previously mentioned patient with the funky pancreatic stuff died last week.
The pathologist kindly agreed to see him in his private rooms.
Chronic pancreatitis with fibrotis, fat necrosis, cysts and pseudocysts was the final diagnosis. Bloody pathologists think they're so smart just because they always get the diagnosis right.
There is a popular misconception that I wash to dispel now that it comes to mind.
Being a doctor does NOT, in any way, help with getting people to sleep with you.
In fact it seems a hindrance. People either want to discuss there medical problems with you, not an aphrodisiac, or discuss how they're Granny/Aunt/Father was in hospital recently and they had to wait hours to be seen/nobody knew what was worng with them/died. It's all my fault apparently.
I'm gonna lie from now on and say I do something with computers.
It's what evetyone else says and gets away with it.
The dull tedium of life in rural Ireland has most definitely set in at this stage.
I'm beginning to hate the routine of work and the boredom of post work.
I need to find a hoppy, like stamp collecting or something suitable boring.
I really do tire of having nothing to do once work is over apart from eat or study.
The only people I know in this town are people who I work with. Socialising with them all the time is just overkill.
Work has been going ok. Today I did two ward rounds, saw lots of people with not much wrong with them in out-patients, and chopped lumps of some old people's faces in day ward. Fun.
Now I'm supposed to be preparing a presentation on management of Common Bile Duct Stones but couldn't really be bothered.
We have hit a rich vain of obstructed bile ducts in the last three weeks.
One open exploration and two ERCPs last week.
Two open explorations for tomorrow.
My retracting arm is in training. My very important role in the surgery is to hold the liver. 3 hours for one procedure I can just about manage. I'm not sure how the arm will deal with two cases tomorrow. Surely somebody somewhere has invented a machine that could do my job?
I mean if robots can build cars surely one can hold a liver?
My previously mentioned patient with the funky pancreatic stuff died last week.
The pathologist kindly agreed to see him in his private rooms.
Chronic pancreatitis with fibrotis, fat necrosis, cysts and pseudocysts was the final diagnosis. Bloody pathologists think they're so smart just because they always get the diagnosis right.
There is a popular misconception that I wash to dispel now that it comes to mind.
Being a doctor does NOT, in any way, help with getting people to sleep with you.
In fact it seems a hindrance. People either want to discuss there medical problems with you, not an aphrodisiac, or discuss how they're Granny/Aunt/Father was in hospital recently and they had to wait hours to be seen/nobody knew what was worng with them/died. It's all my fault apparently.
I'm gonna lie from now on and say I do something with computers.
It's what evetyone else says and gets away with it.