And so it begins
I am officially through the first week of my M4 year. I feel very different - all of a sudden I have more confidence. It's silly, I know, but I have more responsibility and more motivation to do things well and to think things through more thoroughly. Maybe it's because I know that this is when my transition from a medical student to a doctor begins, and I have to start acting more like a doctor than a student. All of my rotations from here on out are electives, and they last 4 weeks each. I am on pediatric nephrology, and it's everything I expected and wanted. I am learning things but the schedule isn't hard at all, so I have time and energy to study for the board exam during the day and after we get done at the hospitals.
This week has been a bit of a trying week for me. OK, really, it was just Thursday that was trying. It was one of those days where it felt like everything that could go wrong did. I had worked on Wednesday morning - had seen both of my patients, one at University Hospital (I wasn't told that I had to see this one, but I'm glad I did) and one at Children's. I was done by noon. So Thursday rolls around and things start to go wrong. Many things aren't where I think they are (like more than $200 cash and the conditioner and my towels in the shower) and I re-stub my broken toe, which hurt a lot. By this point I am getting ready to leave for work, and go down stairs to grab an envelope and realize that my basement stinks. So I go exploring and find that my main drain out of the house is plugged and there is sewage backing up into my basement. I almost lost it right there and burned down the house! (OK, not really, but you know the feeling, I know you do.) Enter why I was glad I saw the patient at University - I paged the doctor and told her what happened and asked for the time to take care of things. She, of course as any reasonable person would, told me to take as much time as I needed to get things under control and she'd see me when she saw me. But see, since I had gone above and beyond on Wednedsay (a Holiday that I had off officially) I didn't look like a complete slacker. The plumber was called and spent at least an hour working on the drain, and after he left I headed to Target to get new cleaning supplies to start cleaning up the remaining mess. I grabbed lunch at Qdoba (yumm, the only good part of the day) and headed home and attacked what was left of the mess. It actually took me only about an hour to get things cleaned up to a stopping point, but it was hot and not fun at all. By the time everything happened, I had missed the entire day of school/work but I had found the money (OK, good thing #2), felt better because my house wasn't disgustingly dirty, and had a house that just smelled a bit damp but not like sewage. Bleach has become my friend. I never thought I'd be using a mop on a concrete floor, but I did. Twice.
Today is Saturday. I've had a cold, thanks to Owen, that manifests itself best at night when I can't stop coughing. I haven't slept very well in three nights. I have a long list of things to get done today. Lots of laundry and cleaning up, as well as studying. I will have some fun, though, too. In an hour I am leaving to meet Marcus at his house to go down to the Farmer's Market downtown. It's where we went as part of our first date. Part of the "most boring hour of my life" according to Marcus. It got better, obviously, but it was pretty awful. It's more fun now that we know each other better and I'm not afraid to touch him nor him me (like holding hands - awwwwww).
I'm still hobbling around with the broken toe. I can walk pretty well, but my foot muscles are sore in the morning and in the evening. I was going to try and work out starting in one week, but I think it's going to take longer before I am ready for that. Marcus was able to add me to his gym membership at 24 hour for, get this. $12 a month. Now I have a work out buddy and a pool! Sweet! If only I could use it right now...
OK, time for me to quit procrastinating here and get my nose in a book.
This week has been a bit of a trying week for me. OK, really, it was just Thursday that was trying. It was one of those days where it felt like everything that could go wrong did. I had worked on Wednesday morning - had seen both of my patients, one at University Hospital (I wasn't told that I had to see this one, but I'm glad I did) and one at Children's. I was done by noon. So Thursday rolls around and things start to go wrong. Many things aren't where I think they are (like more than $200 cash and the conditioner and my towels in the shower) and I re-stub my broken toe, which hurt a lot. By this point I am getting ready to leave for work, and go down stairs to grab an envelope and realize that my basement stinks. So I go exploring and find that my main drain out of the house is plugged and there is sewage backing up into my basement. I almost lost it right there and burned down the house! (OK, not really, but you know the feeling, I know you do.) Enter why I was glad I saw the patient at University - I paged the doctor and told her what happened and asked for the time to take care of things. She, of course as any reasonable person would, told me to take as much time as I needed to get things under control and she'd see me when she saw me. But see, since I had gone above and beyond on Wednedsay (a Holiday that I had off officially) I didn't look like a complete slacker. The plumber was called and spent at least an hour working on the drain, and after he left I headed to Target to get new cleaning supplies to start cleaning up the remaining mess. I grabbed lunch at Qdoba (yumm, the only good part of the day) and headed home and attacked what was left of the mess. It actually took me only about an hour to get things cleaned up to a stopping point, but it was hot and not fun at all. By the time everything happened, I had missed the entire day of school/work but I had found the money (OK, good thing #2), felt better because my house wasn't disgustingly dirty, and had a house that just smelled a bit damp but not like sewage. Bleach has become my friend. I never thought I'd be using a mop on a concrete floor, but I did. Twice.
Today is Saturday. I've had a cold, thanks to Owen, that manifests itself best at night when I can't stop coughing. I haven't slept very well in three nights. I have a long list of things to get done today. Lots of laundry and cleaning up, as well as studying. I will have some fun, though, too. In an hour I am leaving to meet Marcus at his house to go down to the Farmer's Market downtown. It's where we went as part of our first date. Part of the "most boring hour of my life" according to Marcus. It got better, obviously, but it was pretty awful. It's more fun now that we know each other better and I'm not afraid to touch him nor him me (like holding hands - awwwwww).
I'm still hobbling around with the broken toe. I can walk pretty well, but my foot muscles are sore in the morning and in the evening. I was going to try and work out starting in one week, but I think it's going to take longer before I am ready for that. Marcus was able to add me to his gym membership at 24 hour for, get this. $12 a month. Now I have a work out buddy and a pool! Sweet! If only I could use it right now...
OK, time for me to quit procrastinating here and get my nose in a book.
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