1st overnight in the trauma bay on the emergency medicine side of things. It's a whole lotta different than when you're on the surgery team. We went from 2 to 7 patients in 20 minutes. I cannot even begin to process what just happened to me. I feel like a stereotype: the wussy medical student who can only tell stories of the high times they've seen. (Because everything else we do as doctors is boring.) It is so much more chaotic and organized and strange than what they show on tv. At least 3 people thanked me for being there. For what? Witnessing the madness? Stabilizing a neck? I couldn't even find the 20 gauge needle in the crash cart.
2 months from today, they grant me my MD degree. The game has changed. It's no longer about what I know; it's about what do I want and need to do about it. But the menu is so vast and heavy, it's paralyzing. And I wasn't even out of the elevator before the tears began.
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We are sending you a "wrap around hug" from all of us!!!
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