Care of "The survey everyone else is doing" (abbreviated)
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Ten: One confession.
1. I am compiling a list of things that my previous Yankee Self would be horrified by (wearing dresses+pearls on a regular basis, driving my husband's Big Effing Truck, my use of the words "Buuull sh-yi-it" or "y'all")
2. My coat has gotten progressively lighter every year I've been on wards. I'll have to do another video post soon.
3. Despite having two electronic gadgets that will conveniently store and then remind me to do tasks, if something is *really* important, I write it on my hand. Which led Dr. G to ask one day on rounds "I have to know. What does VER 15 MORT mean?" (Answer: go to the verizon store to sign up for the hospital discount, give Amy 15 dollars and pay the mortgage)
4. As a half-way done second year, I'm already at the stage where I'm giving away procedures to interns and med students. Love my no-fellows hospital.
5. Every once in a great while I wonder what my life would have been like going into ER. (Usually when a trauma protocol rolls in) Then I walk through exams (aka STD alley, home of the pelvic cart) and I feel good about internal medicine again.
6. I frequently worry that my patients think less of my abilities because I a)look young and 2)avoid medical jargon like the plague. Hence the wearing of dresses and pearls.
7. Despite #6
, I can pull of righteous fury when the time calls for it. Most frequently, it happens if a patient is being.... unkind to the nursing staff.
8. No matter what I do, no matter how many times I memorize tumor markers and clotting cascades, hematology/oncology material just slides right out of my head when it comes to test time. Can't do it. (Good news: I doubled my percentile in heme/onc this year. Bad news: it's still less than 20th percentile.)
9. When I was young, I would come with my Mom to the hospital where she worked as a post-op recovery nurse. She'd take me to the hospital cafeteria and I couldn't understand how she could complain about sick she was of the food there when there were some many different things to eat. Totally, totally understand that now.