what? you crazy?
ain't no doctor making no kind of millions unless they are (in no particular order)
1) plastic surgeon
2) neurosurgeon
3) dermatologist
4) radiologist
5) physician to the "stars"
and no, i'm NOT A STUDENT! what in the world is going on here? obviously medicine has been so shrouded in mystery that the plebians haven't any idea what i do.
after college i, like thousands of other altruistic souls, went to medical school. for some medical school is 4 years hard labor and gruel. for others it was longer. i fit in the category of the latter. so on graduation day in med school i get to borrow a gown that has three black sashes on the arms (indicating that i have reached a pinnacle of academic success unmatched by 95% of the populace) and dark green stripes. the dark green stripes indicate that i am one of the few, the proud, the doctors!
so now i have all the head knowledge to be a doctor, a physician, a medicine wo/man BUT and ladies and gents, here's a BIG BUT (i like big butts and i can not lie...hahaha...i actually don't like big butts but i figured a little pop culture is good for the numb soul); in order to PRACTICE medicine i need to undergo some mind-numbingly soul piercing years of specialized training known as....RESIDENCY!
so all these tired but hopeful medical students who have just left their respective and hallowed halls of medical school now disperse into groups of individuals at different hospitals across the country with the sole purpose of acquiring specialized knowledge in their specialized field. how many specialized fields are there? according to the American Board of Medical Specialties there are over ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE specialties and subspecialties...
okay, so that means that after med school, your MD now has to go through some kind of initiation rites to become a....[fill in the blank]. These are not salad eating student years. these are pedal to the metal, boots to the combat field, shoelaces tied up, armor shield up, phasors drawn, gas mask on, YES YOU ARE WORKING OVER 80 HOURS A WEEK W/ MULTIPLE 24 HOUR CALLS AND YOU AIN'T GONNA SAY ONE WORD, years.
yup, your average MD is working 6/7 days a week, over 80hours. and you wonder why they're so tired hunh? well, just b/c we're big bad doctors doesn't mean we get big bad money.
right no
Monday, June 30, 2008
communication is a 2 way...
street they say. then how come i've had such difficulty trying to keep in contact w/ folk?
maybe b/c we're all super super tired. sometimes though you don't want to have to ASK people to contact you. sometimes you just want people to DO IT. i don't know how. i don't care how. just do it people. remember that there are folks out there who would love to hear from you!
folks who are suffering through working 6 out of 7 days, listening to patients drone on and on about their lack of social security, their dysfunctional families, their destructive drug addictions and their hallucinations! these people who patiently listen to other people's problems all day long DO NOT want to hear yours.
in fact what they would love is for you to pick up the stinking phone and or open your email account and send them something -anything that reminds them that they are human. how about a funny ecard, or a silly joke or maybe even gasp, a real live actual snail card??? oh my gosh!
yeah man, don't call me talking 'bout your drama. like they say on TNT, I know drama! call me so we can talk about oil companies sucking up our few dollars or about the presidential history being made in a country of quiet racists! what about the start of "summer" and catching fireflies at dusk? man, i would just love to hear someone talk to me about traveling far far away to the Cote d'Azur to eat fresh fish caught by the ocean or lay in the sun?
something! dang!
maybe b/c we're all super super tired. sometimes though you don't want to have to ASK people to contact you. sometimes you just want people to DO IT. i don't know how. i don't care how. just do it people. remember that there are folks out there who would love to hear from you!
folks who are suffering through working 6 out of 7 days, listening to patients drone on and on about their lack of social security, their dysfunctional families, their destructive drug addictions and their hallucinations! these people who patiently listen to other people's problems all day long DO NOT want to hear yours.
in fact what they would love is for you to pick up the stinking phone and or open your email account and send them something -anything that reminds them that they are human. how about a funny ecard, or a silly joke or maybe even gasp, a real live actual snail card??? oh my gosh!
yeah man, don't call me talking 'bout your drama. like they say on TNT, I know drama! call me so we can talk about oil companies sucking up our few dollars or about the presidential history being made in a country of quiet racists! what about the start of "summer" and catching fireflies at dusk? man, i would just love to hear someone talk to me about traveling far far away to the Cote d'Azur to eat fresh fish caught by the ocean or lay in the sun?
something! dang!
Lying In Wait...
I'm a PGY-2 in psych. Tomorrow I start my PGY-3 year in a program that doesn't care whether or not we live or die, just so long as the patients get seen.
I've been perplexed, disappointed, angry and now I'm just waiting. Waiting for the end of my fourth year. Waiting until I can get out of this menagerie that is my residency.
I figured this was as good a time as any to spew forth whatever random emotional build-up I have within. Especially given that I don't have anywhere else to pour it out into. I don't even know how often I'll be updating this bad boy or what I'll be saying. I'm reaching out...
Hopefully this will help my emotions. I'm not sure. In fact I'm not sure what I want. If I want people to read this blog and to comment and to help me through my journey or if I just need an outlet.
They say this generation isn't into privacy. Maybe we've discovered that privately stewing over unfairness is deadly. Maybe we've discovered that the only way to deal w/ life is to LIVE OUT LOUD...online...ironic. I'm living out loud in the anonymity of blogosphere.
I've been perplexed, disappointed, angry and now I'm just waiting. Waiting for the end of my fourth year. Waiting until I can get out of this menagerie that is my residency.
I figured this was as good a time as any to spew forth whatever random emotional build-up I have within. Especially given that I don't have anywhere else to pour it out into. I don't even know how often I'll be updating this bad boy or what I'll be saying. I'm reaching out...
Hopefully this will help my emotions. I'm not sure. In fact I'm not sure what I want. If I want people to read this blog and to comment and to help me through my journey or if I just need an outlet.
They say this generation isn't into privacy. Maybe we've discovered that privately stewing over unfairness is deadly. Maybe we've discovered that the only way to deal w/ life is to LIVE OUT LOUD...online...ironic. I'm living out loud in the anonymity of blogosphere.
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