It's the same ol' story: Boy gets an assignment. Boy thinks "oh, I got time." Boy goofs off and does other enjoyable activities such as watching old Scrubs reruns, driving aimlessly throughout south Jersey, napping, and the like...and before you know it, crunch time rears it's ugly, pointed head. Boy panics at said ugly head and ends up ruining his weekend so he can catch up. The end.
For once, can I go through the day without procrastinating?
Honestly, if procrastinating was my job, I'd be CEO by now and my personal earnings alone would be enough to pay off the world debt, fix the US economy, and fund universal healthcare...10 times over.
Crappity crap crap.
Song of the day: "The Orchard" - The Bats
"...and here we go a-wassailing around the apple trees again..."
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Weekends and stuff
Week 3 of Fam Med is over.
It's been very good so far. But, there's still plenty of stuff to do. And my list of learning issues grows ever longer with no end in sight. But such is the life of a 3rd year, I suppose.
Some things in mind...
1. I have been experiencing a vague sense of urgency lately. As if I'm nagging myself to hurry the hell up with the rest of my life (get a job, get a wife, make a family, be a doctor already, get my own house, pay back my bills, etc...). I don't know if it's my own biological clock or just the relativity of it all when I see myself against many of the people I know who are of similar age as mine when they are doing more "adult" things than me. Feels like I'm just spinning my wheels.
2. I need to finish reading my books. If only I had enough time in the day.
3. I think I aught to make some cookies. I'm about due.
4. I have come to the realization that I Love the Ghostbusters. Nuff said.
5. I have no clue about what to get my mom for her birthday. Help.
6. I got my Board scores back. I passed. =)
7. I need to find a better Dry-Cleaning place. I think the last one I went to gypped me. The pants I asked them to hem are still too damn long! Either that or I'm shrinking.
8. I need to learn how to see patients faster and still give them the appropriate assessment/treatment plan. Sometimes, ya just can't help but feel like an idiot out there.
Eh, that's all I got. Later.
Song of the day: "Long Hot Summer Days" - Sara Watkins
It's been very good so far. But, there's still plenty of stuff to do. And my list of learning issues grows ever longer with no end in sight. But such is the life of a 3rd year, I suppose.
Some things in mind...
1. I have been experiencing a vague sense of urgency lately. As if I'm nagging myself to hurry the hell up with the rest of my life (get a job, get a wife, make a family, be a doctor already, get my own house, pay back my bills, etc...). I don't know if it's my own biological clock or just the relativity of it all when I see myself against many of the people I know who are of similar age as mine when they are doing more "adult" things than me. Feels like I'm just spinning my wheels.
2. I need to finish reading my books. If only I had enough time in the day.
3. I think I aught to make some cookies. I'm about due.
4. I have come to the realization that I Love the Ghostbusters. Nuff said.
5. I have no clue about what to get my mom for her birthday. Help.
6. I got my Board scores back. I passed. =)
7. I need to find a better Dry-Cleaning place. I think the last one I went to gypped me. The pants I asked them to hem are still too damn long! Either that or I'm shrinking.
8. I need to learn how to see patients faster and still give them the appropriate assessment/treatment plan. Sometimes, ya just can't help but feel like an idiot out there.
Eh, that's all I got. Later.
Song of the day: "Long Hot Summer Days" - Sara Watkins
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Happy 4th =)
Week 1 of 3rd year clerkship in Family Medicine is officially done! Where did the time go? Why it seems only yesterday, I was spewing out information to teachers and tests. Now, I'm getting spewed on and learning how to order tests. Wow.
Saw a good deal of patients this past week and some of them were pretty interesting cases, which I dare not go on about at this point. Lets just say, I'm never bored and am seriously learning a lot. Still, I'm slowly getting the hang of writing SOAP notes and doing histories and physicals. Best time so far is 45 minutes (with another med student helping me, of course). I hope to bring that down to 10 minutes, flying solo. I certainly am feeling overwhelmed, but in a good way. So far, the outlook about this rotation is very positive. I have good doctors teaching me and they are being really good role models as far as patient care is concerned.
I've met several good people along the way too. The best ones are the vets. They always have the best stories. God bless'em. They're all fiercely proud about their close calls and battle scars and they know how to tell it like it is. And rightfully so! There was this one gentleman who wasn't even a patient, but the husband of one and he was telling me the story behind the ginormous scar on his shoulder, how he got hit by shrapnel from an exploded bomb during WWII in Austria; how he lay wounded for hours before the medics found him, barely alive; how he only received one shot of morphine to last him the 20-hr., 200+ mile back-country ride to Italy where he was to be operated on; how he was fading in and out of consciousness because of the pain; how later on, his scar resembled the emblem of his division because it looked like a red "T." Pretty kick-ass, to say the least. Then there was this other guy who told me how he survived the bombing of Pearl Harbor and how he was on 2 other ships later on in the Pacific and again, survived at sea after having his ships torpedoed. Honestly, I could've sat there and listened to them all day.
"He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'"
Thank a vet for serving next time you see him or her.
Happy 4th of July.
Song of the day: "Chocolate Jesus" - Tom Waits
Saw a good deal of patients this past week and some of them were pretty interesting cases, which I dare not go on about at this point. Lets just say, I'm never bored and am seriously learning a lot. Still, I'm slowly getting the hang of writing SOAP notes and doing histories and physicals. Best time so far is 45 minutes (with another med student helping me, of course). I hope to bring that down to 10 minutes, flying solo. I certainly am feeling overwhelmed, but in a good way. So far, the outlook about this rotation is very positive. I have good doctors teaching me and they are being really good role models as far as patient care is concerned.
I've met several good people along the way too. The best ones are the vets. They always have the best stories. God bless'em. They're all fiercely proud about their close calls and battle scars and they know how to tell it like it is. And rightfully so! There was this one gentleman who wasn't even a patient, but the husband of one and he was telling me the story behind the ginormous scar on his shoulder, how he got hit by shrapnel from an exploded bomb during WWII in Austria; how he lay wounded for hours before the medics found him, barely alive; how he only received one shot of morphine to last him the 20-hr., 200+ mile back-country ride to Italy where he was to be operated on; how he was fading in and out of consciousness because of the pain; how later on, his scar resembled the emblem of his division because it looked like a red "T." Pretty kick-ass, to say the least. Then there was this other guy who told me how he survived the bombing of Pearl Harbor and how he was on 2 other ships later on in the Pacific and again, survived at sea after having his ships torpedoed. Honestly, I could've sat there and listened to them all day.
"He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'"
Thank a vet for serving next time you see him or her.
Happy 4th of July.
Song of the day: "Chocolate Jesus" - Tom Waits
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