I'm super sleepy right now. This rotation started out light but somehow the "VA spa" Red team grew to fourteen patients and didn't diurese, and we have some very ill patients. I don't mind -- challenge is good -- and in fact my day was less bad today because I got to Gram stain :o) I have missed one Gram stain, third year, of course when my mentor was rounding and I wanted to make a good impression. I have not missed one since. I also spin my own urine, examine my own peripheral blood smears (and now know how to make them), review images with radiologists. Oh, and I EXAMINE my patients. Should it worry me that I might be the only intern doing so? And that I try but still don't do all these things on all my patients each time I should? I really worry about the future of medicine.
An obsessive-compulsive, anal-retentive, neurotic, klutzy young woman with Turners Syndrome reflects on Operation Baby and on becoming a physician, then on to picking up the pieces of a broken family and trying to raise her two miracles while navigating an amicable divorce.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Musings
First of all, I should correct my previous post entitled "Heaven." Actually my Heaven will have six children. How can I forget Baby B, and my almost-son Baby A. And of course my beloved great-grandmother will help me take care of them, because she is already keeping watch over them until I (hopefully not for a long time) join them.
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