Wednesday, July 28, 2004

Intoxication and subpoenas

I've come to the amazing conclusion that working 8pm-8am every night sucks.  Especially for someone who already has trouble sleeping under good conditions.  But I have made a discovery: if I limit myself to 3 or fewer hours of sleep in a 24-hour period (I don't deal with day and night lately), I get a buzz-like feeling kinda like beer, but without impairment.  I tend to say the first thing that comes to mind, which makes for a lot more talkativeness than I usually exhibit.  Luckily I only have two more nights of this shit.  Including tonight.  Friday at 8am I'm free.  Until Sunday when I start yet another assignment.

So SEC media days are going on right now.  Vanderbilt's coach seems strangely optimistic.  And Phil Fulmer refuses to go to Birmingham because there's a subpoena with his name on it.  Amusing.  As well as the fact that UT gave him their blessing to ditch the event and eat the $10,000 fine.  I'm sure that they're not hiding anything...

College football is barely more than a month away.  Awesome.  I think Heather and I are actually going to get season tickets, even if we can only make it to one or two games, they're cheap here.  I can't imagine why.

Thursday, July 22, 2004

AVP
 
And I saw my first ad for Alien vs Predator today.  I realize that it will most likely be a crappy movie that had no true reason to be made.  But there is also a 12-year old boy inside saying, "awesome!".  It'll be on DVD before I see it though, since we're already falling behind in our summer movies.  More importantly, The Village.  Dude.  The first time I saw a trailer for that in a theater it spooked me.
What day is today?  I bet Ken knows
 
Hola.  Long time no post.  Well, but it is my first month of residency.  And currently I'm nearing the end of the first of my two weeks as "the night guy" at the VA.  I've been working 8pm-8am all week tending to every little problem that crops up at night.  Other than losing track of what day it is, it's going OK.  Oh, and not sleeping.  And not eating.

Remember I mentioned in one post that the VA caught on fire?  It did it again the other night.  The alarm woke up all the patients with pain and anxiety issues.  At 3:30am.  Wonderful.  In the meantime I have been doing some Neurology reading.  Especially neuroimmunology.  I may even consider going into that as a subspecialty.  Deal with things like MS, CIDP, paraneoplastic neurologic problems, etc.

On other fronts, Heather is almost finished with the neonatal ICU.  Two more nights of call and next month on to the Genetics rotation.  Emphasis on genetics, in Kentucky.  Imagine this exchange:  Sir, is there any family history of any medical problem in your family?  "Well, one time I fell off a 100-foot cliff when I was walking around in the dark at night.  And little Junior sometimes rolls off that bottom step or two in the house.  Is that what you mean?"  Yes sir, precisely, but not in the way you're thinking.

And Ken just keeps on rocking.  He makes more money on a lot of shows than I make in a year.  What am I doing wrong?

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Still going

I really thought that Ken was going to blow it tonight. Ol' boy came through though.

So residency is going OK so far. Two weeks in. 206 weeks to go. Tomorrow will be my last day on the gastroenterology rotation. Although it has absolutely nothing to do with neurology, I will miss it because it was nice and easy.

Next, I start night float cross coverage. Ie, that scenario where one inexperienced doctor is alone (not exactly) with all the patients all night every night for two weeks. Nothing can go wrong there, right? Since this is the modern era, there is backup available in the hospital, so it's not like "the good old days" where it really was one person for the whole hospital. It should be interesting.

Friday, July 09, 2004

$920,000 and counting

So has anybody else seen Ken the Machine on Jeopardy? Have you watched Jeopardy in the last month? 28-day champ and counting. Unstoppable.

Sunday, July 04, 2004

Bitches on Bikes and No More Lies

So we went to Lexington's 4th of July celebration yesterday. Interesting. Most random parade ever. There were firetrucks. And corvettes. And society of lesbian motorcycle riders. And several candidates for local public office. And belly dancers. And square dancers. And elementary school kids. And a UPS truck with flames painted on the side. And actually a lot of other random vehicles with flames on the side. And dwarfs on scooters. And a group protesting the cutting of several trees from the downtown sidewalks. Bizarre. Need I remention the society of lesbian bikers. Or the belly dancers (old, overweight belly dancers and young skanky-looking ones too).

On another note, Heather is experiencing her first night of overnight call in the neonatal ICU. Intense.

Our pumpkin plants have sprouted and are a few inches tall now, growing quite quickly. The butternut squash plants seem to be doing well too. Of the four gourd plants, only one has responded to dirt and water. The others must be shy. And our tomatillo plants are really cool-looking. They each have several of the little tomatillo husks sprouting out from the limbs.

Friday, July 02, 2004

Green Grass

So the VA caught on fire today. Remember my preaching about not smoking? Exactly. Not only can you kill yourself with lung cancer, emphysema, stomach and pancreatic cancer, and increased risk of atherosclerotic heart disease, but you can also burn down the freakin hospital that is treating you. Didn't see that one coming. Do all VA hospitals encourage their patients to smoke in the building or just the ones in tobacco country? Not literally in, but the "smoking ledge" is a balcony on the second floor. Maybe I should call the guy in my med school class who went to Winston-Salem. Bet he knows. The title of this post is the secret fire code for the overhead announcing system, so it doesn't make people panic.

Thursday, July 01, 2004

1 day down, 1460 to go

Today was our first day of residency. It went OK for both of us, I guess. There are a lot of things that are still slowly sinking in, particular regarding the utter depths of responsibility. One difficult aspect is that we're both starting out on components of residency that are going to be relatively irrelevant for practice, which makes it a little harder to get excited.

As a side note, don't smoke. At all. Or drink alcohol in extreme excess. 100% of the new patients that I saw today will die before they should as a direct consequence of one of those two causes.

Those 1460 days include the leap day of Feb 29, 2008. I suppose I should subtract the 93 days of vacation to be completely accurate. Fucking cheers.
1 day down, 1460 to go

Today was our first day of residency. It went OK for both of us, I guess. There are a lot of things that are still slowly sinking in, particular regarding the utter depths of responsibility. One difficult aspect is that we're both starting out on components of residency that are going to be relatively irrelevant for practice, which makes it a little harder to get excited.

As a side note, don't smoke. At all. Or drink alcohol in extreme excess. 100% of the new patients that I saw today will die before they should as a direct consequence of one of those two causes.

Those 1460 days include the leap day of Feb 29, 2008. I suppose I should subtract the 93 days of vacation to be completely accurate. Fucking cheers.
1 day down, 1460 to go

Today was our first day of residency. It went OK for both of us, I guess. There are a lot of things that are still slowly sinking in, particular regarding the utter depths of responsibility. One difficult aspect is that we're both starting out on components of residency that are going to be relatively irrelevant for practice, which makes it a little harder to get excited.

As a side note, don't smoke. At all. Or drink alcohol in extreme excess. 100% of the new patients that I saw today will die before they should as a direct consequence of one of those two causes.

Those 1460 days include the leap day of Feb 29, 2008. I suppose I should subtract the 93 days of vacation to be completely accurate. Fucking cheers.