To the Owens-eese

Okay, so life with the super-crazy-busy doc....


Has been...


Odd?


It isn't hard in the ways that I thought it would be hard. However, I am learning that I am incredibly sucky (yes, that is an official term) at writing prescriptions and hospital orders right now. Of course, some would say that I shouldn't be worried about it. They are probably true seeing how this is only my second day trying to write them.

But damn it!

I am supposed to know everything! Right...

I like being a hospitalist. I only do it right now for 2 hours of the day, but I really like it. The pace of working in a hospital (as compared to a clinic) is much faster. Problems are more acute and more interesting. I actually get to see people a few days in a row and see how they are progressing instead of just seeing them for 30 minutes or so and knowing that I won't see them again.

I got to help diagnose this woman who came in vomiting blood (Mallory-Weiss tear), look at a {DON'T click the next link if you are squeamish about gross looking feet} diabetic foot ulcer, and take care of a woman who tore her labral cartilage in her hip joint. Trust me, these things are so much better than what I had been seeing.

I also was told again that I am one of the "better" medical students. Bah. I still don't believe them. I always think that people are just being nice. One of my biggest fears is that I will become one of those doctors that patients like because I am nice (yes, that is right, I am NICE) and easy to get along with but they won't realize (and I won't realize) that I am actually a stupid doctor.

I mean, geez, at this point I can't even convince my bestest friend of 12 YEARS THAT SHE SHOULD REALLY GET A PRIMARY CARE DOCTOR WITH HER NEWLY ESTABLISHED HEALTH INSURANCE.

Whew.

Where did that come from?