Freakin' Bob!

Where to start? It's been so long since I posted.

Well. Let's see: I got through my Acting Internship! All done! There were about 4 really tough days where I made mistakes and felt like crawling into a hole for a year. There were 2 really tough call nights (the first of which included a patient who had a complex seizure as I walked into his room, the second of which involved 6 admissions, 18 patients, new interns, and zero sleep). But the rest of it was pretty awesome. I worked my tush off, and I feel really great about both my career choice as well as my ability to perform as a resident in the years to come.

Highlight: babies, of course. And the card I got from a 5-yr-old patient, which he dictated to his grandma (but wrote my and his names himself): "Dr. Jess, Thank you for letting me go home. I want to come back and visit sometimes. [adorable patient's name]".

It was interesting to be on service when the new interns started--as in, yesterday they were med students, today they're MD's. It made for a LOT more work and stress on my part, since I'm familiar with the hospital, the system, etc., so I was (ironically) the "veteran" intern of the group. It was flattering. But exhausting.

Needless to say, I did not work out for the last 2.5 weeks of my AI. Seriously, there wasn't enough time (e.g., I worked a >90 hour week for the first time ever!). So on Monday I popped Bob into the machine, and worked through Jillian. I wanted to die. This used to be easy for me!? What!? And today,... O M G.. The pain. But since I am disgusted by the spare tire of flab in the midsection (why does it have to be at the exact place where my pants hit?), I must get back on track. Stay tuned for fitness updates!