I’m finally post-call after my first 26-hour stint on obstetrics call. It’s a weird sensation for sure, especially since I came back to my apartment and slept for a few hours. Now, mid-afternoon, it feels like late morning and late evening at the same time.
That doesn’t really make sense.
This entire week has been a bit weird – for 3 months I’ve barely seen one or two of my classmates and have been immersed in family medicine almost exclusively. Now I’m hanging with half a dozen of us on a daily basis, dealing with ornery pregnant ladies, lots of surgery, an awful lot of vaginas, and happy newborn babies. I still can’t quite believe I’m actually working in hospital (mostly).
Anyway. Back to the topic at hand. For those who aren’t aware, being “on-call” as a medical student on obstetrics means you’re essentially seeing everyone labouring, needing assessment, or who might be labouring from 6:00am one morning until 8:00am the next. And given that it’s obs, that generally means a sleepless night.
I wanted to give those who’ve never experienced call a sense of what goes through your mind as the day (and night) carries on…
Looking at the title I’ve just written, it looks an awful lot like a typo. Or just bad grammar.
But syntax aside, I have had a few firsts this week. Wanted to share. Because it’s a blog and I just like sharing my innermost thoughts and feelings for the entire universe to observe and criticize. I’m a med student and a writer. The need for encouragement, praise, and approval is near-pathological, honestly.
Anyway – my three firsts.
I’m now officially halfway through my urban family medicine rotation, which is odd to see written down. It’s been a wild two weeks, hard to believe it went by so fast. In that time, my computer has been dead, raised from said dead status, cleaned out, transferred, and dumped unceremoniously on my couch. My tablet and I have resumed our love/hate relationship. I’ve considered applying for a loyalty program with Samsung now that I own one of their phones, tablets, and laptops. I’ve worn shorts one day and warm trench coats the next. I’ve seen two very excellent episodes of Doctor Who. I’ve geeked out over receiving the September issue of Empire in the mail (oooh, the Hobbity glory of it).
Oh. And I think I learned some stuff in there, too.
Let’s talk about that.
I’m back, my lovelies! (On my tablet, anyway. Computer = dead.)
After an outrageously long hiatus, I am, in fact, back. And plan to be back for some time. Every week, if my brain will allow it. And considering my first few months consist entirely of family medicine and electives, my brain shouldn’t be stretched too far. Obs/Gyn… I make no promises.
For those who weren’t aware, we 3rd years just finished up our 2-week link block, which essentially links up our bookish learning with some useful skills and procedures. As some of our teachers pointed out, it’s rather like taking the bunny slippers off us. I consider it rather like taking the bunny slippers off before sending us tip-toeing through a minefield. Personal opinion.
But it is a big transition, that from pre-clerkship to actually being out there in the trenches. Knee deep in every type of human excrement, madly scribbling your progress notes while fielding rapid-fire pimping questions from every direction. If it sounds like the battlefield, you’re starting to get an idea of what I’m expecting the upcoming year to be like. From what I understand, one does not enjoy 3rd year. One survives it.
It’s nearly summer! Officially, anyway. I’ve always considered it summery if I see sun, blue sky, and a weather report of at least 20 degrees. I make no presumptions about snow or hail. It’s Alberta. Stuff happens.
Anyway, I’m doing an elective in a family doc’s office this week and next in my hometown. There are a few things that need gushing about and a few things that need rants. So let’s do the over-enthusiasm and keenness this week and worry about the cynicism and pessimistic stuff another day, kapeesh?
No proper blog post this week, partially because I don’t have an awesome story to tell you about my mystery illness yet. Nasopharyngeal swab results pending.
So instead, I’m going to flagrantly plug a fellow classmate. This guy:
(It’s a terrible video. But you get the idea.)
Laheeb is ridiculously good. As in, made the semi-finals for Canada’s Got Talent good. Be sure to vote for Laheeb on April 2nd if you live in Canada! If you don’t… well. Send good thoughts.