You know you’re a resident when your iPhone photo album includes multiple photos of patients’ sacral wounds.
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“world of averages” - composite images culled from thousands of individual portraits resulting in symmetrical average faces.
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I dunno how serious ur being.. But given how mental health is always in the news these days…- being irritable all the time would suck. I’d watch that caffeine intake _overdoing it sometimes makes ppl mad edgy and irritable too. (Even tho it makes u feel great initially) Sounds like u need serious R&R. Certainly if ur impaired by this irritability - def get it checked out.
From the moment I saw you, I knew I was gonna spend the rest of my life avoiding you.
This just made me choke on my own snort.
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NOTED. Wear a helmet.
Just spent $30 on pens. only an internal medicine resident would do this.
DELIGHT: Assigning a medically easy but socially/code status /family dynamically annoying time-consuming patient u admit overnight to a resident/PA u just really dislike.
Death: attending says I was negligent on not doing a couple things.
Redemption: go through plan of why I CAN’T medically do any of those things and why those things would not help me make any clinical decisions.
And preceptor leaves. Plan unchanged. INYOFACE.
do u ever feel like being a girl is hard b/c on the street if some weirdo bothers u, u can give some fuck-off-fuck-face smart remark. but when this happens in the hospital, all u can really do is remain polite, and ignore them?
looking around from the ICU nursing station, and catch a glimpse of a patient through his door - but all you see is penis.
.. when I was little, a neighbor of mine had loads of pets. And she told me, one girl over during a party took her sister’s hamsters and put it in the tub to see if they could swim. They drowned. And now that I’m much older, having seen my share of Law&Orders… I Worry.
I once was someone very different.
I met this person once- and sort of played out a common song and afterwards - overnight I became somewhat of an addict. Compulsive, destructive, indulged in a little too much self-loathing.
For awhile i gave up and sort of just drowned… washed ashore somehow with an MD. so now I’ve an MD -but probably should’ve done more (for myself).
But I’m still exactly who I was, used to be -cant shake it. My birthday is a little too much of an overwhelming trigger. so. There it is. Addicts aren’t always the derelicts in the ED allergic to everything except dilaudid. There’s a lot of different types of us- like those TV shows about ppl that are addicted to knitting sweaters or the Usher types. But. I mean I don’t inhale potpourri or sniff glue- or have some secret collage of stomach tattoos.
Whatever.
I just want to say that- we’re all fighting a hard battle. Even me. And that’s probably why I’ve this pseudo-offensive humor; my overdeveloped self defense mechanism…
listen, I’m a decade old addict.. Forever was, forever will be. I’m always surprised I survive the night to wake up- and I’m surprised I’m alive after the day to lie down.- So, I guess I’m saying, go easy on yourself- you’re all you’ve got. Life is hard and I hope you’re happy. I’m going to dinner now. It’s my birthday and I haven’t told anyone. Don’t plan to. It all sounds a bit melodramatic- stupid. But I don’t really need it pointed out that I’m 10 years used, im just trying to survive myself today.
People that take the elevator one floor…. Down.
oop and i just spontaneously started crying thinking of the next 5 weeks of MICU i’m about to start.
