I was going to write this huge long blog about the pros and cons of pathology, but a week and a half out. I can't remember anything. I do know that those last two days when I thought I was excited about going back for necropsies, I was wrong. The last day though, Dr.Johnson bought us all ice cream.
I'm sad that Bea Arthur is dead. Two of four Golden Girls. Its not completely random, all I've done this afternoon is watch Golden Girls inbetween being asleep on the couch (which has broken). If you want to see an inappropriate picture of one of the living Golden Girls, click here.
Joe and I have been having a very good time lately. I don't know if its because we never see each other or because not smoking is doing well or what. We're getting along great! Its like when we first dated...well, almost like that. I couldn't ask for much more. He brought me flowers the other day.
This is probably the first day that I've actually got to sit down and got to do anything that wasn't being a surgery student or sleeping. Needless to say, surgery is a super busy rotation. I'm on hard tissue/orthopedics and Dr. Jimi Cook is on so its extra busy. And I have to admit that I jumped onto the Dr.Cook bandwagon as much as I hate to admit it. He's really professional and tries to explain and show us students things in the OR. He calls me Dr.Pope. Its nice really. Its nice that he knows my name. Dr. Mann (the soft tissue surgeon) does too and always says hello to me. Anyway, I've had lots of patients. The first day, I saw three cases. And I was on call. (This is the thrid rotation that I have been on call or ICU on the first day. Someone hates me.) And as I sat at school at like 7:30 doing endless paperwork, I got called in for a collie that fell down a cliff. I ended up watching it while the intern tried to convince the people to euthanize the poor dog. (We think it had a broken back.) One of the ICU techs walked past and noticed it didn't look good and wished me luck with that code. And then ten minutes later, it coded. It did the Schiff-Sherrington posture and was gasping. I thought it might just be some of the neurologic signs it was starting to have but then it couldn't breath at all. I yelled and got on the phone with the intern. But the poor dog ended up dying anyway.
I had an old dog that belonged to an old man that didn't want to leave it. Poor Jake ended up not doing all that great probably because he missed his man. Anyway, we had set a discharge day and then someone decided to see what this mass was on his back leg and it was cancer. I think it should be noted that I noted the mass before we took the dog to surgery. So we kept it and cut out the cancer and sent the dog home.
I sent home a young happy golden with an old happy couple that gave me a cinnamon roll. Yesterday, I sent a dog home with a couple that gave me a card containing $50, but I gave the money back. Its not right to take money for something that I have to do as part of my grade anyway.
My patient now is a 100 pound 11 month old Newfie. She's super sweet but super big and super strong.
Last Saturday, I was on call too and was again at school finishing up the tons of paperwork, when someone came and found me to go to surgery. I went to surgery twice that day. Once for a dog with a septic abdomen and one for a hemilaminectomy-a back surgery. Luckily, Friday, the last day I was on call, I left school in a hurry so I wouldn't be called in and was not.
I have to admit that Friday, I cried. Dr.Franklin was laying into me on my blue ICU sheet and I had just had enough. I didn't cry alot-I just got tears in my eyes and my voice got all funny but after I had worked so hard and nothing had been said to me before about my ICU sheets. (That for the record, no one has throughly explained good parameters to put down.) He was super apoligetic about it and hadn't really yelled or anything. It was nice to see that he was sorry.
I like surgery a lot. I always have. But I'm not a huge fan of the hours that I have to put in. I think my days are averaging about twelve hours. Maybe more. I know that there have been days that are 15 or 16 hours.
Surgery is wearing me out but like I said before, I got to lay on the couch today and do a whole lot of nothing. I need to remember to do laundry tonight because for whatever reason, my clothes get really dirty.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on May 31, 2011]
I'm sad that Bea Arthur is dead. Two of four Golden Girls. Its not completely random, all I've done this afternoon is watch Golden Girls inbetween being asleep on the couch (which has broken). If you want to see an inappropriate picture of one of the living Golden Girls, click here.
Joe and I have been having a very good time lately. I don't know if its because we never see each other or because not smoking is doing well or what. We're getting along great! Its like when we first dated...well, almost like that. I couldn't ask for much more. He brought me flowers the other day.
This is probably the first day that I've actually got to sit down and got to do anything that wasn't being a surgery student or sleeping. Needless to say, surgery is a super busy rotation. I'm on hard tissue/orthopedics and Dr. Jimi Cook is on so its extra busy. And I have to admit that I jumped onto the Dr.Cook bandwagon as much as I hate to admit it. He's really professional and tries to explain and show us students things in the OR. He calls me Dr.Pope. Its nice really. Its nice that he knows my name. Dr. Mann (the soft tissue surgeon) does too and always says hello to me. Anyway, I've had lots of patients. The first day, I saw three cases. And I was on call. (This is the thrid rotation that I have been on call or ICU on the first day. Someone hates me.) And as I sat at school at like 7:30 doing endless paperwork, I got called in for a collie that fell down a cliff. I ended up watching it while the intern tried to convince the people to euthanize the poor dog. (We think it had a broken back.) One of the ICU techs walked past and noticed it didn't look good and wished me luck with that code. And then ten minutes later, it coded. It did the Schiff-Sherrington posture and was gasping. I thought it might just be some of the neurologic signs it was starting to have but then it couldn't breath at all. I yelled and got on the phone with the intern. But the poor dog ended up dying anyway.
I had an old dog that belonged to an old man that didn't want to leave it. Poor Jake ended up not doing all that great probably because he missed his man. Anyway, we had set a discharge day and then someone decided to see what this mass was on his back leg and it was cancer. I think it should be noted that I noted the mass before we took the dog to surgery. So we kept it and cut out the cancer and sent the dog home.
I sent home a young happy golden with an old happy couple that gave me a cinnamon roll. Yesterday, I sent a dog home with a couple that gave me a card containing $50, but I gave the money back. Its not right to take money for something that I have to do as part of my grade anyway.
My patient now is a 100 pound 11 month old Newfie. She's super sweet but super big and super strong.
Last Saturday, I was on call too and was again at school finishing up the tons of paperwork, when someone came and found me to go to surgery. I went to surgery twice that day. Once for a dog with a septic abdomen and one for a hemilaminectomy-a back surgery. Luckily, Friday, the last day I was on call, I left school in a hurry so I wouldn't be called in and was not.
I have to admit that Friday, I cried. Dr.Franklin was laying into me on my blue ICU sheet and I had just had enough. I didn't cry alot-I just got tears in my eyes and my voice got all funny but after I had worked so hard and nothing had been said to me before about my ICU sheets. (That for the record, no one has throughly explained good parameters to put down.) He was super apoligetic about it and hadn't really yelled or anything. It was nice to see that he was sorry.
I like surgery a lot. I always have. But I'm not a huge fan of the hours that I have to put in. I think my days are averaging about twelve hours. Maybe more. I know that there have been days that are 15 or 16 hours.
Surgery is wearing me out but like I said before, I got to lay on the couch today and do a whole lot of nothing. I need to remember to do laundry tonight because for whatever reason, my clothes get really dirty.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on May 31, 2011]
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