Orient yourself!
So, yesterday and today was full of orientation to the third year of my current adventure in life. It started today at 7:15 and ran through about 4, not bad considering that I have at least another full day of it. 7:15 came around early since I was out at a bar last night after having cycled 62 miles with "ze Germans," Daniel and Sven. Cool guys. We were only supposed to go 35 miles... oops. So, I was a little sore and a little hungry and able to get a buzz on 4 beers in under 2 hours.
So, as I stated we were orienting ourselves to clerkships. As always, people were late, lost, and lonely. My day started with yet another plunge into the Relationship Centered Care initiative, ie. Dealing with and Giving Bad News. We have talked about this topic a multitude of times with a multitude of situations, although the one today caught me a bit off guard. But, before that, we listened to about 75 minutes of talk about how to give bad news by an overly excited and enthusiastic Ph.D, who knows little about medicine, but loves behavioral science. Frivilous, no. Excessive, yes. Exhausted already and it's not even lunch time, yes. As she meanders through her slides and includes a participation section, I continue to zone out and my eyes glaze over. She must have known I had little tolerance for her talk.
(Either say we are going to practice with patients or I'm going to have you practice on each other. Don't drag it out for over an hour and pretend that we care.)
There is one thing that I have come to hate already, other than a handful of people that have already rubbed me the wrong way, my pager. The last person that had my number set up his/her pager to get news on the hour. It is pretty ridiculous. Not as ridiculous as some guy today while we were going through a sterile technique training. Let me set the scene for you. The OR that we were practicing in was non-sterile, the instruments were non-sterile, there was no patient, and we were gowning. We all had scrubs on. This guy set himself apart from the others, making himself look like the biggest dork I've ever seen. He was wearing his pager, which isn't needed for another 2 days, his phone, which didn't have a signal in the OR, and his Palm, which is obvoiusly not needed for this activity, all clipped on to his scrubs. Walking, talking Craftsman series, lifetime guarantee TOOL. Although, let's be serious, medicine is full of people that lack people skills, bedside manner, and are generally socially inept.
More from clerkship land soon. I start on the ortho service. I hear the hours are good, and that there is no weekend or overnight call. We'll see come Thursday.
It's 22:30 and I'm almost exhausted, but hungry again. Stupid metabolism...
So, as I stated we were orienting ourselves to clerkships. As always, people were late, lost, and lonely. My day started with yet another plunge into the Relationship Centered Care initiative, ie. Dealing with and Giving Bad News. We have talked about this topic a multitude of times with a multitude of situations, although the one today caught me a bit off guard. But, before that, we listened to about 75 minutes of talk about how to give bad news by an overly excited and enthusiastic Ph.D, who knows little about medicine, but loves behavioral science. Frivilous, no. Excessive, yes. Exhausted already and it's not even lunch time, yes. As she meanders through her slides and includes a participation section, I continue to zone out and my eyes glaze over. She must have known I had little tolerance for her talk.
(Either say we are going to practice with patients or I'm going to have you practice on each other. Don't drag it out for over an hour and pretend that we care.)
There is one thing that I have come to hate already, other than a handful of people that have already rubbed me the wrong way, my pager. The last person that had my number set up his/her pager to get news on the hour. It is pretty ridiculous. Not as ridiculous as some guy today while we were going through a sterile technique training. Let me set the scene for you. The OR that we were practicing in was non-sterile, the instruments were non-sterile, there was no patient, and we were gowning. We all had scrubs on. This guy set himself apart from the others, making himself look like the biggest dork I've ever seen. He was wearing his pager, which isn't needed for another 2 days, his phone, which didn't have a signal in the OR, and his Palm, which is obvoiusly not needed for this activity, all clipped on to his scrubs. Walking, talking Craftsman series, lifetime guarantee TOOL. Although, let's be serious, medicine is full of people that lack people skills, bedside manner, and are generally socially inept.
More from clerkship land soon. I start on the ortho service. I hear the hours are good, and that there is no weekend or overnight call. We'll see come Thursday.
It's 22:30 and I'm almost exhausted, but hungry again. Stupid metabolism...
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