A week on L&D has taught me one very important lesson: don't.get.pregnant.
there's just no good way for those things to come out. Natural way leaves you unable to pee or poop correctly, and then everything just falls out once you get older anyway. Not to mention the TEARING. Cringe. C-section isn't that much better either. Once they get down far enough to stick fingers between your fascia and the inside of the abdominal cavity, they just grab a hold and pull then opening wider. PULL. Also with the tearing. then after the baby is out, there is stitching and just not fun things.
I think for my residency I'll spend the majority of the time figuring out a way to grow children in petri dishes. So female bodies may be spared. Otherwise I've had it up to my eyebrows with the residents (especially the ones that like to spend about 10 min in clinic pestering me about wanting to do path. Yes, I'm nice and social and no, I don't want to slit my wrists instead of talking to you...just be quiet. you sound like a moron). I actually mouthed off because they just made me so angry. After that they refuse to really talk to me and I actually prefer it that way.
I am not excited about the night shift, or the test, or the board. I'm not excited about peds either. I really just need a vacation in the worst way. A few WEEKS of alone time, by myself. meaning not at the hospital. Also, I'm going to have to start just walking around the building in order to prevent insanity. I've already had enough of staring at my computer screen memorizing answers for my test tomorrow morning. Cue memory of rant from attending. Although I think the guy in our class was right: he was just trying to pick a fight with someone. He was pissy and agitated and really wanted to lay into someone. The best thing we all could have done WAS done: say nothing. It probably just made him madder. which is excellent in my book. Besides, he's a diva and no one can cure him of that.
Again, what I have learned from my stent on Ob/Gyn: get a dog.
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