Honestly, I enjoyed my Sunday off after a hard week. I did yoga for the first time in a while (if you care, I kept up ok). I had breakfast. I cooked. I watched a movie. And when I got to work this morning, the list was one patient shorter. And I didn't think anything … Continue reading If a patient dies and you’re not there to hear it, it still really happened.
Physical exams not done. Hearts not listened to. Edema not felt. Lungs not appreciated yet. Notes not written well. These aren't lies - just survival maneuvers to survive. It's intern year - only intern year. And these shortcuts are going to build up to long-term flaws.
3 weeks left. I have 3 big goals. I want to have a daily system in check so that even if I say "I didn't get to it", I never end up saying "I forgot to do this."I want to be kinder to myself - stop beating myself up. That way, I will stop apologizing … Continue reading The Rest of the Month
That central line session was fucking embarrassing. I couldn't grip the probe correctly multiple times. I couldn't withdraw the syringe effectively. I dropped items. Things got worse as they got bad. It all started with the gloves. If my gloves were the right size, I wouldn't have messed it up so badly (still would have). … Continue reading Mise En Place
I just finished my first 24! It's not relevant to this post, but I figured it should be commemorated. Good that I did - I was active and walking about and pre-emptively seeing patients. Bad - I tried to find work when I didn't need to; I let nurses boss me around; I didn't recognize … Continue reading I Can Feel Myself Slipping