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Sep. 11th, 2013 08:46 pmI am three days into my first "real" year of medical school. (I have finally arrived at the part where it is ALL CLINIC, ALL THE TIME!) So far, I have worked 38 hours. I am totally understanding the work restrictions now in a way that didn't make any sense to me before.
I have seen people cheering for baby poop, and some septic shock, and some apendixes, and some deformities, and some dying. I have stuck tubes down people's throats, injected their IVs full of drugs to stop them breathing, and put a needle between someone's vertebrae. I have asked people invasive questions in English and in Spanish. People have taught me new Spanish words, and a lot about anesthesia.
This is really an unbelievable privilege. Please remind me that, when I start grouching about YET ANOTHER pre-"Bright and Early" start. (Like tomorrow, at 4:30.)
I have seen people cheering for baby poop, and some septic shock, and some apendixes, and some deformities, and some dying. I have stuck tubes down people's throats, injected their IVs full of drugs to stop them breathing, and put a needle between someone's vertebrae. I have asked people invasive questions in English and in Spanish. People have taught me new Spanish words, and a lot about anesthesia.
This is really an unbelievable privilege. Please remind me that, when I start grouching about YET ANOTHER pre-"Bright and Early" start. (Like tomorrow, at 4:30.)
