So my last obs call shift is officially over as of 8:00am this morning. It’s a good feeling, outside of the typical hungover, post-call blahs. Although it was about the weirdest call ever. Why?
- I slept 2 hours. Twice. And I didn’t miss anything. (For those who don’t know, getting 1.5 hours is about average for our group.)
- I only delivered 1 baby, and at the very end of my shift.
- I got to be 1st assist in surgery.
- I was post-exam and post-OSCE.
- I brought a novel. And actually got to read it. (The Casual Vacancy has been a refreshing change from Poe.)
- I sat down for all three meals for 30 glorious, uninterrupted minutes.
- I’m fighting a cold and actually felt better after my call shift.
Anyway, now that I’ve put off writing this until the very last second, here’s my quick recap of an interesting 6 weeks on obs/gyne:
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…