I'm sorry, I can't resist proclaiming my suffering and begging for sympathy. I showed up at 7 am for an orientation that turned out to start at 8:30, then never went home that night. We got our call schedules in the afternoon and I was on the first day. When I went down to get scrubs the linen office sign said "closed" and I asked for scrubs anyway. The girl working there asked what I would have done if the door had been closed. "Slept in my tie," I replied. She handed me a pair.
During orientation the clerkship director was explaining our call hours and how the new resident workweek limitations wouldn't allow more than 30 hours in a row. "So by starting at 7 am one day and staying until 1 pm the next day, that fulfills the 30 hour requirement." I wondered in my mind if he had confused a limit with a minimum.
Fortunately my intern was heaven sent. She sent me to bed a little after 1 am and told me to meet her in the morning at 7, and that she'd call me if there were any new admissions. I wanted to say, no, that's all right, you don't need to bother. But I held my tongue, and I had a hunch she might not do it. The page never came.
Even so, during rounds in the morning my mind was incapable of following any of the resident reports, and when we sat down in the call room to discuss the cardiology patients my head nodded down and I was out.
I did get to work with some patients with interesting cases, and the floor I'm on does video EEG for pediatric epilepsy. And I got to impress the attending neurologist by answering his trivia question about the commissures of the corpus callosum.
2 comments:
wow. it's an interesting life you are leading. good luck. love you bro.
keep updating us. we want to know what it is you are doing.
so how true to life is 'scrubs'?
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