Synchronized Coding
Code Blue! ... Three of them! ... In a span of 8 minutes! ... At around 5:40a.m.
A med student blog that doesn't read like a textbook of clinical medicine or a depressing account of how my soul slowly withers under the burdens of medical educational experiences. Oh, and I'm gay, so that might contribute to some interesting stories along the way, though it's not a big deal or the focus of this blog.
Code Blue! ... Three of them! ... In a span of 8 minutes! ... At around 5:40a.m.
I was on-call last evening, my first Thursday call this month, which means I get a 3-day weekend. It was a quiet night, but the first order of business was to pronounce a patient who had died shortly after 5:00p.m. It was my first time pronouncing and completing a death certificate.
While on-call for Cardiology last weekend, I spent quite a bit of time with a patient with end-stage heart failure and her family. It was complete reaffirmation for me that I'm in the right program when one of the family members approached me and said, "You're the only doctor so far who understands that all of this affects the family too."
On my first day of my rotation in obstetrics (which I haven't done in 2 years), I had to deliver a baby that came very quickly and unexpectedly and just wouldn't wait for the obstetrician to arrive. It all happened very fast and it took me a few minutes to process what I had just been through. Then it hit me: it was not nearly as traumatic for me as it must have been for the baby ... and for mom!
I'm not a violent person, but if they made car alarms that electrocuted would-be vandalizers and thieves, I would the first to plunk my hard-borrowed cash for one!
Sometimes, a little rectal stimulation is all you need to get a constipated baby to blast a little poop across the room.
I worked my first shift as an official doctor yesterday in the pediatric Emergency Room. It was a busier shift than I was hoping for, but about what I was expecting for a holiday (though, surprisingly, I didn't see any fireworks burns). Overall, pretty much the same as it had been when I rotated through as a student, and only two aspects of the evening freaked me out a bit: