Six Months
Six months is a long time. For some things, that is. Like, “I’ve been waiting for my paperwork to go through for six months.” That sort of time spent waiting … Continue reading
The Music Plays On
Did I match? Read the title of the email. Congratulations! You have matched! Read the body. I feel like dancing! (But instead, I will admit two more patients and coordinate … Continue reading
Sing It Solo
Mr. Whine has been the esteemed night float senior for the cardiology service this week. (Read: Most often turfed to medicine resident in the hospital. ” Troponin? You need to fix … Continue reading
When She’s Done
The steadily increasing pains have reduced her to breathless whimper, the cheerful jesting of latent labor long forgotten. She gestures for her boyfriend’s arm, clutches at my hand as another … Continue reading
Spontaneous
“Have you seen a spontaneous vaginal delivery yet?” a resident barks as she books by me, motioning with her head for me to follow. I pend my post-op note and … Continue reading
You’re in Good Hands?
“Well, I need to go and get my nail fixed.” The fellow holds out her hand, displaying five very black acrylic nails, one of which sports a nearly imperceptible chip … Continue reading
A Diagnosis of Exclusion
“Yes sir, I’m the medical student on-call with you this evening.” Dr. Snub towers over me, peering down his sizable nose, achieving an expression both blank and disdainful. “Well, isn’t … Continue reading
Sing it Scientist
I loved all the songs on the album – except for this one. But it got downloaded onto my iPod along with all the others. And when you’re gloved up … Continue reading
An Education
They hand you a textbook, a sheaf of slide-lined papers, a schedule smattered with variously engaging and enraging lectures. And they preach the importance of synthesis into practical knowledge. You … Continue reading
Regular, Please
I dig regularity. Regular blog posts. Regular study sessions. Regular friend and Mr. Whine dates. Regular meals. And, yes, regular lavatory visits. My desire for the latter has led me … Continue reading
The Laugh Track
Trust me (tee hee). I’m a (student) doctor. Everything is funny. The over (over) the top parents of that new admit? Snort. The creepy weird picture on the team room … Continue reading
To the Tune of Me
Sitting in my shamefully dirty (thank you, rainy, muddy winter) old Focus at a shamefully looooong red light, blasting an eclectic mix of Naw ‘Leans classic jazz, Big Band, Aaron … Continue reading
To the STAT-Cave
“Well,” says my intern. “Well,” I reply. We both look at the silent team pager on the desk before us. “Five hours and nuthin’ but nuthin.’” We both smile and … Continue reading
Ode to the Scrub Machine
“Yeah, you need to wear them,” the chief says, pushing his scrub card toward me. “I don’t care what your syllabus says, business casual is not appropriate for the night … Continue reading
Storm of the Shiftury
At 000 the pages came rolling in, (10 in as many minutes), the sick kiddos thundering in shortly after, their arrival punctuated by parental sparks at antibiotic use and lodging … Continue reading
Mullberry Whine 