I'm almost done with the first week of my internship, and I thought I'd put a few words in here about how it's been for those of you that I haven't had a chance to talk to in the last few days (that would be everybody except Anna). So the first day was Tuesday, and--all things considered--it wasn't that bad. Don't get me wrong...it was bad. Just not that bad. I started on pulmonary wards (that means inpatients admitted to the hospital with respiratory problems for you non-medical folks). I suppose the first day could have been a lot worse. I didn't kill anybody that I know of. And I only worked 12 hours. And my resident (again for the non-medicals this is my immediate boss) is really nice and helpful. His voice sounds like Seth Rogen, and that makes me laugh sometimes when I'm not busy crying.
Then, I had my first day on call a few days later. That day (or 2 days rather) really WAS that bad. It was horrible. I wouldn't mind if I never had to do that again. But I will....in 2 days as a matter of fact. Hopefully the next one will be better. I was up all night, with each of 2 pagers constantly reminding me (with their shrill, piercing electronic screams) that I am a slave. From just after lunch on Thursday to about 3:00am on Friday morning I didn't even have time to think. And I'm nowhere near efficient enough yet to have been caught up on paperwork/scutwork by the time things finally slowed down, so I spent the rest of the time until rounds on Friday morning finishing up paperwork/dictation/etc and crying and sucking my thumb in the supply closet. But, 30 hours after I arrived, none of my patients had perished (or if they did nobody paged me). So I guess it could have been worse.
So...that's it. Almost one week down, a little over 51 left to go. See you next June.
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OH MY GOD. i'm so sorry bout the chaos. hope it gets better. btw, all of us non-medical folk thank you for the definitions!!
~samira
Well I guess everyone must go through the storm to be able to see and enjoy the rainbo. That is if the storm doesn't kill you. I am sorry you had a bad week. As you said, it could have been worst.
Eventually, you're going to have a patient going BAD on you. That would be a BAD day. The first time, you'll cry but it'll get easier. (p.s. By the way,I've seen all that on TV)
Hang in there son,
Love, Dad
Grant, you are not alone. Your week sounds just like Allen's...except I think he had a patient die (not his fault).
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