7 things that cross my mind frequently:
1. Any one of my 6 password/user name combinations I use on a semi-regular basis. Which are required to be changed on a semi-regular basis. (And this is WITHOUT an Electronic Medical Record in the clinic)
2. Where the crap I left my pen. True story: while on an especially demanding ward month, I would have a daily census printed off, with a to-do list, and whatever notes I took during the day. As the month wore on, I would simple fold the previous day in half and put the new sheet in front. (Proved useful, as I'd note family phone numbers and lab values as I went) I misplaced the whole stack on about day 17 and nearly had a meltdown.
3. What I'm going to do with my life. I frequently vacillate between hospitalist (which is a very tempting position right now as I wouldn't even need to move or take a new ID picture) outpatient clinic with or without inpatient duties (only tempting on days that my lovely, compliant and non-crazy clinic patients come to their appointments) and then, just to throw a monkey wrench in the whole damn thing, I think about how much I enjoy teaching and how lovely an academic position in a residency program would be.
4. What I'm going to make for dinner. I try to be a semi decent wife to Dear Husband, and will at very least ensure that we're both fed each night. (Vacuuming is right out.) Happily, I've had some lighter months and thus was able to work on culinary skills. Even though his very favourite dish of all time is my thrown-together-in-20-minutes Peanut Chicken and Rice.
5. "Oh, yay, lunch at noon conference!" If the residents experience the good fortune that is a drug-rep catered lunch at noon conference. Yes, you may recall my previous diatribes against the pharmaceutical industry. And while their fiscal expenditures courting physicians is part of the problem, I feel pretty comfortable in the reforms that happened. And dammit, there's chicken terriyaki over there, and I can't face another limp-lettuce salad from the cafeteria.
6. I should go to the gym (see numbers 4 and 5). There is such a thing as the intern 15. Frequently, these pounds stick most to those who drink beer during their time off. (ahem, the surgeons and radiologists) Thanks to the efforts of Jess, my fellow intern and gym enthusiast, I routinely spend some time in memorial's gym. Unlike her, I do not enjoy it, or the heinous lunges she makes me do. But, I still fit into clothes I wore in med school, so Victory.
7. "Ok, who has 434?" I swear, finding charts on 5 surgery, 4 medicine or the cardio floor on three is like pulling teeth between 7 and 11 AM. If there are more than two consultants on a patient's case, I seriously consider putting a lo-jack on it.