tales from the fire exit
discourses with voices of complacency
Monday, July 16, 2007
Friday, March 02, 2007
good friday
It has been a very good Friday.
I fell into a deep slumber last night, tired after the day’s activities. Post-call, but with no admissions, I woke up refreshed and hopeful for the day to come. Now, as the day comes to a close, I couldn’t be more satisfied with what has come to pass.
Today, I am grateful for compliant patients who come back for follow-up, who take their medications as directed and follow doctor’s advice.
I had a patient with Pulmonary Tuberculosis who has been religiously taking her multi-drug therapy. She came back for follow-up after having been diagnosed with pneumonia, now much improved yet still taking her medication and following her doctor’s advice.
Today, I feel very grateful for the people I work with. I am grateful for excellent professors. I am very grateful for doctors/residents who are blessed with a good clinical eye, who have had years of experience handling a varied mix of ailing patients and yet retain that air of wonder every time a new patient enters the clinic.
I am grateful for residents who respect their clerks/interns, who share their knowledge and experience, and impart the proper values and attitude by example. They have my utmost respect and deserve the same from their patients and colleagues.
Today, I was humbled by my patients.
Today, I was a good would-be-doctor.
Pahabol:
Today, I had a classic case of Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo or BPPV. I knew the right questions to ask for my history and the right examination to do - which obviously led me to the diagnosis. I’m glad. I’ll get to the drugs soon enough.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
"special"
I am twenty-six years old and I already feel old. My co-clerk who sits beside me during lectures is at least 14 years older than I am and although he complains of always feeling tired he seems to be doing better than I am.
I am twenty-six years old and already my mortality is haunting me. I suppose it doesn’t help that when I used to be obsessed about death and dying I believed I would probably be dead by the age of thirty-five. Some days I like to believe that my inactivity is making me feel tired. On other days, reality hits me and I understand that laziness rather than inactivity is the problem. I have become complacent.
Every day I sit in class and observe that I’m the only one who even bothers to read my Family Medicine manual. I sit in class as we wait for professors and I use the time to read a little on the most recent outpatient case I have handled. I take this extra effort to do better and yet I feel more stupid than I have ever felt before. I will be graduating with a degree of Doctor of Medicine in a month and a half. Although this doesn’t give me the license to be smug about this small triumph I should at least feel good that I have attained something. Yet all I feel is insurmountable stupidity all because I have become complacent. I have not achieved what I should have. I should have been so much better all because I know I could have been.
Yes, I need something to pick me up before I actually fall down.
When I was driving home, I just thought of the word “special” . . . I was very grateful to have heard it again. Because we all forget sometimes. And I think everyone is special in their own way.
Stephen Chbosky
Thursday, February 01, 2007
february
It is the first of February. I am feeling a little sullen, nostalgic as always for the rotation when vast amounts of time were not at hand and feeling bored is not an option with the amount of work to do. I have been irritable of late, feeling a little too unappreciated and taken advantage of. People I have learned to care for make me shake my head in regret for the helping hand I have extended. Some people need helping, others just need the attention. Whatever advice or aid that can be given is wasted.
It is the first of February. Already I am missing the good times.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
holiday cheer
I was on duty on Christmas Eve. What should’ve been a much needed time with family turned out to be a slow night on
As Christmas day approached I chose to isolate myself in the empty labor room and sleep. I would’ve slept until morning if I hadn’t been awakened by a resident who was looking for drinking buddies. I wasn’t really up to it, nor were my other co-interns. So wiping sleep from my eyes, I downed a couple of glasses of white wine (the bottle of Tequila had been emptied earlier) as the already drunk residents called every contact listed in their mobile phones and greeted each with a slurred “Merry, merry Christmas”.
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I got home from the hospital around lunch on Christmas day and went straight to bed. I woke up minutes later too lazy to get up or go out. I ended up watching old ER episodes the whole afternoon.
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The streets were almost empty the day after Christmas, the distance between cars measured in kilometers instead of the usual fraction of a meter. All I could say was, “it’s just another day on duty”.