I'll be the one not paying attention

Third year is rapidly coming to an end. Now on the latter half of my OB/Gyn rotation and staring peds in the face, I'm happy to say that soon and VERY soon I'll be an M4.

Unfortunately M4 year means CV, personal statement, applications, airlines, suits, pantyhose, smiling, and an overall level of baseline stress. I'm excited to get to that point so I can get past it and once again breathe easy. I'm also excited to start doing my path rotations and apprehensive about the fact that I'm staring down the end of the barrel so to speak.

I'm very excited to be on the OB section of my rotation. Gyn was a bunch of surgery, which is just NOT for me. This is a little more tolerable. I have more of an opportunity to hide in the background and not do much. Although there is this one resident that I don't appreciate, and a  balls-to-the-wall attending that has captured my admiration. All in all it's overwhelming to think that I'm almost at the end of this journey. And I will try by all means to avoid delivering ANYONE's baby. ::shudder:: I'll be hiding and  hoping that if i can't see you, you can't see me.

So now that my attention has shifted to STEP2 studying and preparation for residency applications, I'm spending less and less time giving a crap about my current rotation. which can be good or bad. Hopefully it's just entertaining (some people have found that my filter has become nonexistent as witnessed by HemeOnc doc and the Flash).

I now will regress back into my nerdhole. Goodnight.

Give Me a Break

Four glorious days of not going into the hospital, no pagers beeping, and no 4 ams with pre-ops. Glorious. Too bad I'm spending the four glorious days studying. But at least it'll relieve some of the guilt associated with lack of Step2 studying. I really want to pack up and go on a road trip, but alas I am without the moneys. I will be doing an epic room clean sweep and napping whenever the heck I feel like it. Ahh, bliss. AND! I have my first massage on Tuesday! I'm P.U.M.P.E.D woo!

I'm currently going through one of those "i want a dog real bad right now". So I just keep researching different breeds. It'll be nice to adopt from a shelter, but unfortunately I think it would be easier to adopt a child than a dog. I'll at least try I suppose.

I've also had the random urge to dress up as the mullet-flaunting grand chola herself for halloween. Unfortunately, I don't have a guy that's willing to dress up with me. So, I guess I'll give the couples out there a great Halloween costume idea: Dog the Bounty Hunter (okay, so I saw a commercial for the show. don't get the finger of accusation out just yet).

Here's just a little eye candy for you readers out there:

 How is that not the best idea ever?

A Dialogue of Sorts

Resident:So we have 3 cases today!
Me in my head: Dear God in Heaven help me
Me out loud: okay.

Resident: This patient has Hep C so med students usually don't scrub in
Me in my head: YES!! THANK YOU SWEET BABY JESUS
Me out loud: okay.

Resident: You need to scrub in on this one
Me in my head: DAMNIT!! ugh.
Me out loud: okay.

Resident: The next case should be here soon.
Me in my head: Dear God if I don't get out of here I'm going to go Mt. Vesuvius  in here
Me out loud: Do I have time for the bathroom?

Attending: Surgery is a contact sport! be involved!
Me in my head: Dear God are you serious? I have a hard enough time trying to look  interested in this shit.
Me out loud: okay.

Attending: That looks like a parasite fibroid
Me in my head: OMG just grab the scalpel and cut it open it could be a teratoma! This hell on earth could be SAVED!
Me out loud: can I touch it?

Resident: This ovary doesn't feel benign
Me in my head: good God, is it a tumor???? What if I get to take it to path? OMG TUMOR!!!
Me out loud: can I touch it?

Scrub nurse: Keep your hands on the table
Me in my head: yeah, I've already had surgery. Obviously. Since my hands were already resting on the field.
Me out loud:  okay.

Resident: You'll need to write notes on 2 pts in the morning and we'll round and write notes later
Me in my head: good. If I have to be in this OR for one more minute I'll try to pop your head like a zit due to my rage
Me out loud: okay.

T minus 12 weeks

Just after 3 days on Ob/Gyn I've realized a couple of things:
1. BY GOD I HATE THE OR
2. there are people out there who are A. having babies or B. want to have babies and both groups really just shouldn't be having babies. Let's think of infertility as the 21st century natural selection. Because MVA's and other random acts of stupidity are easily fixed with modern medicine and no longer effective
3. Ob/Gyn's are just like surgeons, except with dangly earrings and makeup

So....I'm ready for 4th year. Honestly, I'm ready for my time on L&D where I want to deliver ONE baby and then call it a day. Unfortunately that doesn't seem like it'll be happening. What seems likely is me losing my filter between Attitude Avenue and Anal Retentive Lane and completely going off on someone. Let's hope that doesn't happen. All I have to say is thank the sweet Lord baby Jesus for awesome partners because otherwise I may need heroin to numb myself in order to get through this rotation. I always thought Ob/Gyn would be the one rotation that would take me away from Path (I wanted to be an Ob/Gyn as a child) but that has definitely been beaten out of my system already. Pathology Dept, here I come!

I turned in my list o'classes for next year. It's heavy on the front end with path and then ends with family med and peds. Hopefully the schedule I end up with will resemble my desired year plans. Hopefully I can get some research under my belt because honestly I have no idea how pathology does research. Probably need to figure that out soon. Also going to talk to one of the Seniors who decided to do path and see if he has any good pointers. All in all I'm pretty stoked about the prospect of finally graduating, having a job, and moving the hell out of my parent's house.

Here's to everyone getting their schedules, finishing up the last 12 weeks of M3 year, and the large amounts of senioritis that have already begun to set in.