january 1, 2016 was the day i decided to leave surgery. i could never have imagined what my life would be like 3 years later, but here we are.
i had a dream last night i was on call in the hospital and when i woke up i was so thankful to be where i am. every day i am thankful and i also send all my good vibes to my resilient, amazing, beautiful, strong colleagues who continue to fight the fight.
the other day i received this random message (excerpt below) from the person who was an intern when i was a 4th year medical student on my sub-i, who is now an attending somewhere.
i get messages like this from time to time, from people i would least expect (the ones who always “seemed” happy) as doctors. it’s people like this one that make me continue to spend most of my days trying to figure out how i can make things better for doctors because that will in turn make things better for patients.
if anyone’s reading this and struggling, know that you’re not alone, and what you’re doing is so honorable and i see you and i respect you! my darkest days in clinical medicine were when i thought i was alone in thinking this system was so terrible and demoralizing.
And I have somehow fallen in love with the demon kidney.
And might want to devote my life to the demon kidney.
Pls send help.1
I have infiltrated the nephopmancers. They don’t seem to have realised that I am nowhere near as brainy as them. Send help.
Okay, physicians and their awe of the kidney have become officially hilarious to me and I will do my best to protect their adorable selves from ever needing to renally dose adjust again.
too much maths im out
…too much maths?
You’re med-peds! Doesn’t the peds half of that require constant maths??
