Sunday, January 18, 2009

Drinking from the fire hydrant

My facebook status this week:

Vitum is entering one of those hell weeks that usually end with his friends asking, "Why don't we see you anymore?" Trust me, my bed feels the same way.

I spent most of Christmas describing third year to my friends and family like this: it's like working full-time (a doctor's definition of full-time, which is often 50 or 60 hours a week), plus being on call for an overnight shift every fourth night, plus studying for a major exam every month. Wheeeee!

Like I've said many times before, though, I am careful not to whine too much. Not only were my first two years of med school two of the most fun-packed years of my life (as I was reminiscing with a classmate just this afternoon), but as hard as I am being worked right now I'm doing what I love, and worked hard to be able to do.

After all, it is indeed my signature at the bottom of the application to medical school from three years back.

Yet, sometimes I check just to make sure.

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Wednesday, January 07, 2009

The strangest thing said to me during a pelvic exam

She had been fairly relaxed about the whole situation, considering, and after taking her history and doing the rest of the physical examination, I was standing at the foot of the bed. She had assumed the unpleasant position, and I was cautiously brandishing the well-lubricated speculum, when she said to me,

Don't lose your gum, Vitum!

Hope I didn't look that eager...

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