I think was feeling a bit nostalgic tonight. I got out of work early and for the first time in what feels like 9 months, it was still light out for my walk home. I also may have hallucinated the smell of spring in the air. Not entirely sure what day it was or what to do with a whole extra one hour of free time, I decided to read through some of my old posts and I– as I have said to myself many times before– realized I need to write more. I have so many stories from this year. Some are disturbing, some are sad, most of them are just dumbly entertaining.
As I try to get my act together, allow me to refer you to a post I wrote almost exactly two years ago about what was, in retrospect, maybe one of my favorite days of medical school.
Since I’m too busy (or lazy) to post, I suggest you read this:
Agraphia: a modest proposal
One of my favorite bloggers covering an issue I am forced to confront in one way or another every single day I spend in the hospital.
I found this amusing.
from A Cartoon Guide to Becoming a Doctor (just added to my blogroll).
A colleague came up to me with a pained look on his face, “Something kind of bad just happened…”
I had NO idea where this was going. Did you break up with your girlfriend? You missed your patient’s hypokalemia and she started having chest pain? You put a note in the wrong chart? A nurse yelled at you again?
“My stethoscope just fell into the toilet.”
Yesterday a patient told me a joke:
What’s the difference between a surgeon and God?
God knows he is not a surgeon.
Funny only because it is so true.