In about 70 minutes, I will no longer be able to call myself a Twenty-Something. I will be a Thirty-Something. It's hard to believe. I can remember when I was younger thinking that being 30 was something almost unobtainable. I had no idea what my life would be like.
I'm a lucky man. I have parents that love me and have tried every day to make sure that I had everything that I needed and quite a few things that I wanted. I am still friends with people that I have known since 3rd grade, and I love them dearly; even the ones that came along a few years later. I feel a sense of pride and accomplishment that we've been able to stay in touch and that we continue to share in each other's lives. I can't name them all, but much love to Eric, Becky, Rachel, Lara, Jason, Chad, Courtney (wherever you are) Martha, Carol, Chris, Paul, Rhonda, Kevin, Joe, Daniel, Chris, Jeremy, Billy, Wes, Mark and several more whose names don't immediately come to mind.
I was blessed with the opportunity to sing in choirs throughout my life that have taken me to New York, San Diego, Vienna, San Antonio, New York (again), and all over the state of Texas. I finished my last 2 years of high school in Tyler, and while there, in fact, 12 years ago tomorrow, I turned 18 while singing with the TMEA All-State Choir. I attended Texas Tech University where I sang in the University Choir, the Madrigal Singers, and started the journey towards Medical School. In 1999, I met the woman of my dreams who would soon become my wife (that was 6 years ago). She knows me like no other, and though she may seem like my exact opposite, we fit together perfectly. I love her and can't wait to spend the next 30 years with her by my side.
Medical School brought new memories, new friends, and new challenges. Now in my second year of residency, the challenges still come.
I have no idea what the next 29 years, 364 days will bring. Hopefully children, a successful practice, more good friends, and deeper relationships with old ones. If I'm lucky, grandchildren will one day be seen. No doubt, more hard times will come.
But I'm a lucky man. God has enriched and blessed my life more than I deserve. I have wonderful freinds and family that fill my life. I love my job. I love my wife.
29 years, 364 days have come and gone.
I'm a lucky man.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
A REAL Post
So the Medical ICU is wearing me out. It's q3 call, which means that I am on call every 3rd day and in the hospital for 30 hours. I'm either on-call, post call, or pre-call (the day BEFORE being on call again. It doesn't leave time for much else (like blogging).
I don't think I posted it here, but on Jan. 2nd Beth and I, along with her brother and his girlfriend were in an accident. We were rear-ended and pushed into the car in front of us that I had to slam on my brake to avoid hitting. The guy behind me was already riding my bumper trying to get me to move over because I wasn't going fast enough for him and BAM! a four car accident when all we wanted was to go to Galveston for some seafood. We never made it.
No one was seriously hurt, but we still haven't heard an estimate on the damages to the Passat. It's been 9 days since the accident and 8 since I first talked to his insurance company. COME ON PEOPLE!!!!!
Worse yet, that same night, the phone rang at midnight, and Beth's grandpa had also been in an accident. A 21 y/o kid ran a 4-way stop at a high rate of speed and T-boned her Grandpa. His friend in the car with him was killed. Grandpa is ok, but has spent the last week in the ICU and should be moving to a rehab facility closer to home tomorrow.
It's been a rough start to 2007, but Beth and I are thankful for our health and the safety of our family.
I am making a mad dash to Lubbock on Sunday (post-call) to interview for a job Monday (pre-call) with Covenant Medical Group for when I am finished with residency in 2.5 years. I'm really excited about this opportunity. Bonus: I get to see my sister and 4 y/o old niece, and Kristina's husband too. So that will be nice. What won't be nice, is the speed of it all. I'll basically be gone 24 hours, to turn around and be on-call (30 more hours) on Tuesday.
I have found several old friends on MySpace and look forward to getting a chance to sending them a REAL email.
Lastly, the scale said 233 today post-call. 8 pounds since 12-28, 15 days ago. I already feel SO MUCH BETTER!!!! But I have a ways to go.
Right now, I have to go to bed. Thanks for reading.
I don't think I posted it here, but on Jan. 2nd Beth and I, along with her brother and his girlfriend were in an accident. We were rear-ended and pushed into the car in front of us that I had to slam on my brake to avoid hitting. The guy behind me was already riding my bumper trying to get me to move over because I wasn't going fast enough for him and BAM! a four car accident when all we wanted was to go to Galveston for some seafood. We never made it.
No one was seriously hurt, but we still haven't heard an estimate on the damages to the Passat. It's been 9 days since the accident and 8 since I first talked to his insurance company. COME ON PEOPLE!!!!!
Worse yet, that same night, the phone rang at midnight, and Beth's grandpa had also been in an accident. A 21 y/o kid ran a 4-way stop at a high rate of speed and T-boned her Grandpa. His friend in the car with him was killed. Grandpa is ok, but has spent the last week in the ICU and should be moving to a rehab facility closer to home tomorrow.
It's been a rough start to 2007, but Beth and I are thankful for our health and the safety of our family.
I am making a mad dash to Lubbock on Sunday (post-call) to interview for a job Monday (pre-call) with Covenant Medical Group for when I am finished with residency in 2.5 years. I'm really excited about this opportunity. Bonus: I get to see my sister and 4 y/o old niece, and Kristina's husband too. So that will be nice. What won't be nice, is the speed of it all. I'll basically be gone 24 hours, to turn around and be on-call (30 more hours) on Tuesday.
I have found several old friends on MySpace and look forward to getting a chance to sending them a REAL email.
Lastly, the scale said 233 today post-call. 8 pounds since 12-28, 15 days ago. I already feel SO MUCH BETTER!!!! But I have a ways to go.
Right now, I have to go to bed. Thanks for reading.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Fat Resolution
I have no idea where the notion that it is socially acceptable, or even someone's right, to tell a family member (or anyone else for that matter), "My, you've put on some weight." came from.
It's no secret that I've struggled with my weight my entire life. I was always the chunky kid, or "the big-boned one", or the fat kid. Take your pick, the labels are what they are. When I graduated high school , I weighed 220lbs and felt enormous. I was able to slim down my first year of college in the spring by playing a crazy amount of racquetball. I don't remember how much I lost, 20-30lbs I think. Of course, I put it back on. But seemed to be slimmer overall, at least in the face. Thanks to a peritonsillar abscess in Aug. 2000, I was able to get my weight to 185lbs. I looked like a ghost. Then I got married in Jan 2001, (it will be 6 years next week) and again put on weight. 2 years ago, 6 months before graduating from Medical School, I weighed 240lbs and resolved myself to losing weight before graduation. I lost 24lbs by graduation. I felt really good, still well above my "ideal body weight", but I was in decent shape, playing racquetball sometimes for 2 hours a day 5-6 times a week. 4th year medical school, especially the Spring, is a light load and allowed for TONS of gym time. I credit my good friend Billy Jordan in helping me achieve this goal.
Well, 18 months later and I have managed to find that 24lbs again and I hate it. I have known for awhile now that I had let myself go and gained weight, and looked bad. BUT I DON'T NEED OTHERS TO POINT THIS OUT TO ME! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!!
So Wednesday December 27, 2006, when Beth and I returned from visiting her family in Southern Illinois, was the end. I put myself on a diet that hell won't have. There's no point in waiting for the New Year, the time is now.
I got on the scale yesterday morning and it said 241.6 UGH!!! I have my work cut out for me. It's going to be harder than ever because for the next 5 weeks I am q3 call in an ICU (Pedi ICU until Jan. 2 and then adult ICU from Jan. 3-Feb. 2). And being on call every third day is a nightmare. You're on call, then post-call (you go home and crash from lack of sleep while on-call), then it's your pre-call day, meaning your on-call then next day to repeat the cycle all over again. There's little time for anything other than working and sleeping, much less trying to eat healthy and exercising. Not to mention, but I will, that I am going to be 30 in 6 weeks and my already snails-paced metabolism will not doubt only get even slower. Is that possible??
BUT I AM GOING TO DO THIS!!!!!
I managed to eat healthy while on-call yesterday and avoid the pizza, buffalo wings, and Reese's peanut butter cup cookies that the night shift had in the ICU last night. NOT ONE BITE!!! I had grilled chicken, salad, fruit, and water. And more water. And then, yup, some more water.
Oh, I'm giving up sodas. Period. No real Coke, no Diet Coke, no Coke Zero. Nothing, nada, zip, zilch. It's tea or water. And more water than tea. The caffeine headaches that are sure to ensue are going to be horrific. You all do NOT want to be around me for the next 5 weeks. Sleep deprived, hungry, and in withdrawal. Sounds like fun, huh?
Tonight, as we do on many Friday nights, Beth and I went to Outback. Why tempt my new found resolve? Well, I will have you know that I had 3 SMALL slices of bread, with light butter on only one piece, I had a salad, without croutons, and minimal cheese and their tomato vinaigrette (fat free) and then streamed green beans, no butter, and a half an 8oz steak. Beth had the other half. I did not eat one bite of the Bloomin' Onion or Cheese Fries, or ice cream that was put on the table. Not one. I came home and got one the treadmill for 45 minutes. As I sit here I am drinking what feels like my 8th GALLON of water--especially since I am frequenting the restroom every 30 minutes.
So here it is. Laid out in cyberspace. My journey. My quest. My struggles and my accomplishments. My goal is lose 30lbs. But that's a start. Once there, I will need to lose more, but this is the short term goal. Healthy weight loss is 1-2lbs/week. So the time line should be anywhere from 15-30 weeks to accomplish this. 15 weeks from yesterday is April 12, 2007. 30 weeks from yesterday is July 26, 2007.
I am going to find a few old photos and take a new one and post here shortly. I have my 6 year anniversary and 30th (SAY IT ISN'T SO!!!) birthday in January and February respectively, so this is going to be a struggle. But I am determined and want to keep an honest accounting of how I am doing. Maybe that will even motivate me to blog more. Right Becky?
I hope that your Christmas was filled with joy, love, and peace. And I hope that your New Year will find many blessings bestowed on you. Be a trend setter and make your Dec. 29th or Dec. 30th resolutions. Don't wait until Jan.1, that's so cliche.
It's no secret that I've struggled with my weight my entire life. I was always the chunky kid, or "the big-boned one", or the fat kid. Take your pick, the labels are what they are. When I graduated high school , I weighed 220lbs and felt enormous. I was able to slim down my first year of college in the spring by playing a crazy amount of racquetball. I don't remember how much I lost, 20-30lbs I think. Of course, I put it back on. But seemed to be slimmer overall, at least in the face. Thanks to a peritonsillar abscess in Aug. 2000, I was able to get my weight to 185lbs. I looked like a ghost. Then I got married in Jan 2001, (it will be 6 years next week) and again put on weight. 2 years ago, 6 months before graduating from Medical School, I weighed 240lbs and resolved myself to losing weight before graduation. I lost 24lbs by graduation. I felt really good, still well above my "ideal body weight", but I was in decent shape, playing racquetball sometimes for 2 hours a day 5-6 times a week. 4th year medical school, especially the Spring, is a light load and allowed for TONS of gym time. I credit my good friend Billy Jordan in helping me achieve this goal.
Well, 18 months later and I have managed to find that 24lbs again and I hate it. I have known for awhile now that I had let myself go and gained weight, and looked bad. BUT I DON'T NEED OTHERS TO POINT THIS OUT TO ME! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!!
So Wednesday December 27, 2006, when Beth and I returned from visiting her family in Southern Illinois, was the end. I put myself on a diet that hell won't have. There's no point in waiting for the New Year, the time is now.
I got on the scale yesterday morning and it said 241.6 UGH!!! I have my work cut out for me. It's going to be harder than ever because for the next 5 weeks I am q3 call in an ICU (Pedi ICU until Jan. 2 and then adult ICU from Jan. 3-Feb. 2). And being on call every third day is a nightmare. You're on call, then post-call (you go home and crash from lack of sleep while on-call), then it's your pre-call day, meaning your on-call then next day to repeat the cycle all over again. There's little time for anything other than working and sleeping, much less trying to eat healthy and exercising. Not to mention, but I will, that I am going to be 30 in 6 weeks and my already snails-paced metabolism will not doubt only get even slower. Is that possible??
BUT I AM GOING TO DO THIS!!!!!
I managed to eat healthy while on-call yesterday and avoid the pizza, buffalo wings, and Reese's peanut butter cup cookies that the night shift had in the ICU last night. NOT ONE BITE!!! I had grilled chicken, salad, fruit, and water. And more water. And then, yup, some more water.
Oh, I'm giving up sodas. Period. No real Coke, no Diet Coke, no Coke Zero. Nothing, nada, zip, zilch. It's tea or water. And more water than tea. The caffeine headaches that are sure to ensue are going to be horrific. You all do NOT want to be around me for the next 5 weeks. Sleep deprived, hungry, and in withdrawal. Sounds like fun, huh?
Tonight, as we do on many Friday nights, Beth and I went to Outback. Why tempt my new found resolve? Well, I will have you know that I had 3 SMALL slices of bread, with light butter on only one piece, I had a salad, without croutons, and minimal cheese and their tomato vinaigrette (fat free) and then streamed green beans, no butter, and a half an 8oz steak. Beth had the other half. I did not eat one bite of the Bloomin' Onion or Cheese Fries, or ice cream that was put on the table. Not one. I came home and got one the treadmill for 45 minutes. As I sit here I am drinking what feels like my 8th GALLON of water--especially since I am frequenting the restroom every 30 minutes.
So here it is. Laid out in cyberspace. My journey. My quest. My struggles and my accomplishments. My goal is lose 30lbs. But that's a start. Once there, I will need to lose more, but this is the short term goal. Healthy weight loss is 1-2lbs/week. So the time line should be anywhere from 15-30 weeks to accomplish this. 15 weeks from yesterday is April 12, 2007. 30 weeks from yesterday is July 26, 2007.
I am going to find a few old photos and take a new one and post here shortly. I have my 6 year anniversary and 30th (SAY IT ISN'T SO!!!) birthday in January and February respectively, so this is going to be a struggle. But I am determined and want to keep an honest accounting of how I am doing. Maybe that will even motivate me to blog more. Right Becky?
I hope that your Christmas was filled with joy, love, and peace. And I hope that your New Year will find many blessings bestowed on you. Be a trend setter and make your Dec. 29th or Dec. 30th resolutions. Don't wait until Jan.1, that's so cliche.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Growing up
Even though I have posted recently, I thought that I would post again in response to Becky's recent blog.
I guess it's official. I'm OLD! Tonight I am going to meet with my financial advisor and finalize my disability insurance. This is something that I've known for some time that I needed, but never stopped long enough to get. Well, that ends today.
As a physician (even while still a resident) my most valuable asset is my ability to generate income. Let's face it...I have over $120,000 in medical school debt alone. Not to mention the mortgage, cars, dogs (they have to eat, too) and not wanting to leave Beth as solely responsibile financially if I'm disabled.
So, as of tonight, I will have long-term disability insurance. It is own-occupation, non-cancellable, guaranteed renewable. That means that if I am disabled to a point where I can't practice Med/Peds completely, they will pay. Most disability policies WON'T pay if you can still get a job at Burger King or Wal-Mart. This protects me from that. They also can't cancel the policy if I do become disabled (can you believe this would actually happen???) I pay them premiums for 10 years and then something tragic happens, I can't work, and just when the benefits start, they cancel the policy. Insurance companies are SHADY! This policy will also give me the option to get more coverage once my income and financial responsibilities increase.
So, I'm getting old. But at least I'm being responsible about it. I even have a life insurance policy (it's not much and certainly not worth someone killing me over, so please don't).
I guess the ultimate responsibility will be when Beth and I decide to have kids. And yes, Mom (and Laura), we will decide to have kids someday. I promise. Ha!
Ok, I'm in the ICU and PROBABLY should be working. So that is all for now.
I guess it's official. I'm OLD! Tonight I am going to meet with my financial advisor and finalize my disability insurance. This is something that I've known for some time that I needed, but never stopped long enough to get. Well, that ends today.
As a physician (even while still a resident) my most valuable asset is my ability to generate income. Let's face it...I have over $120,000 in medical school debt alone. Not to mention the mortgage, cars, dogs (they have to eat, too) and not wanting to leave Beth as solely responsibile financially if I'm disabled.
So, as of tonight, I will have long-term disability insurance. It is own-occupation, non-cancellable, guaranteed renewable. That means that if I am disabled to a point where I can't practice Med/Peds completely, they will pay. Most disability policies WON'T pay if you can still get a job at Burger King or Wal-Mart. This protects me from that. They also can't cancel the policy if I do become disabled (can you believe this would actually happen???) I pay them premiums for 10 years and then something tragic happens, I can't work, and just when the benefits start, they cancel the policy. Insurance companies are SHADY! This policy will also give me the option to get more coverage once my income and financial responsibilities increase.
So, I'm getting old. But at least I'm being responsible about it. I even have a life insurance policy (it's not much and certainly not worth someone killing me over, so please don't).
I guess the ultimate responsibility will be when Beth and I decide to have kids. And yes, Mom (and Laura), we will decide to have kids someday. I promise. Ha!
Ok, I'm in the ICU and PROBABLY should be working. So that is all for now.
Monday, October 23, 2006
MySpace
In response to Eric's comment:
www.myspace.com/utmedpeds
I will also include the link on the side of the page...even if it is lame.
www.myspace.com/utmedpeds
I will also include the link on the side of the page...even if it is lame.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
2 posts from my MySpace page
Below are 2 post that appear on my MySpace page. One from Monday night and the other from a few minutes ago.
Post #1
Monday, October 16, 2006
PICU
Current Mood: Exhausted
So I am in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit this month. Sick kids...really, really sick kids. Their sickness doesn't bother me. I'm not even that emotional when things don't go good. I've actually been surprised by this. I'm the kind of guys who's secure enough in his manhood to not feel bad about crying at the movies. Hell, I even cry when watching ABC's Extreme Home Makeover (and I believe you're not human if you don't). But the last few weeks in the PICU have been tough. We've had a few kids die and there are a few more that will likely die in the next few days/weeks.
My reason for this post is this. HEAR ME!!! We, the medical community (nurses, doctors, med students, lab tech, unit clerks, respiratory therapist, nutritionists, pharmacists, and anyone else that I've failed to mention) are here because WE WANT TO HELP PEOPLE!!! We WANT people to get well. Especially kids.
When you read in the newspaper about a hospital moving to withdraw support on one of their patients...it's not because of money. It's not because we need the bed. It's not because we don't like the family. It's because with all the medical knowledge and in review of the patient's case in its entirety...there is NO HOPE that the patient will recover.
Our hospital has an ethics committee. When a case goes before futility, that means that the hospital is requesting that life support be withdrawn against the family's wishes. That committee is made up of 10 people. 7 physicians (not directly involved in the patient's care) and 3 nurses, also not involved in the patient's care. After review of the facts, the committee MUST be in COMPLETE 100% agreement. The decision MUST be UNANIMOUS!!!! The family is then notified of the decision and has 10 days to find an institution willing to accept care. The hospital will even help facilitate that in some cases. If no facility can be found, support is withdrawn after the 10 days.
No one wants it to come to this, and we're not hoping for anyone to die. But that's not the world that we live in and unfortunately people do die. I can also tell you in most of these cases, that 50 yrs ago, this conversation would never have happened because we didn't have the medicines or the understanding of the physiology or the ventilators sophisticated enough to get to this point.
When I became a doctor, I swore an oath. That oath says to do no harm. I believe that using medicines and machines to keep a person alive who has no chance of recovery...is doing them harm. To watch as they slowly lose fingers and toes because their body can't maintain the blood pressure necessary to supply their organs and extremities is doing harm. In fact, it's cruel.
I pray everyday that God will give me the strength to get through another day of work...especially in an ICU. I pray for the wisdom needed to provide the very best care for my patients.
I'm not asking for you to agree with me. I only want you to know my opinion. I welcome the chance to know yours.
Post #2
Prophetic, but not in a good way
Current mood: determined
If had known how the next 42 hours would go when I posted my last blog...I wouldn't have.
Yesterday/Last night's call was the worst night of call that I've had since entering the medical profession.
The day started with a patient dying. While not unexpected, a child died, and that's never easy.
I then proceded to admit 7 patients. 7 ICU level patients. Granted a few of them were post-op still intubated observation patients...but there's still a lot of work that goes into getting them admitted.
Once evening arrived, all hell broke loose.
My fellow and I spent the next 12 hours taking care of 3 very sick children. It was so bad that our attending came in from home. Not because we're not competent, but because the kids were that sick.
On more than one occaision last night, I had to go look 2 parents in the eye and tell them that their child was so critically ill that I didn't know if he/she was going to make it through the night.
At 6 a.m. we turned the ventilator off with the child's parents at the bedside. It was the saddest thing I've ever seen.
But I survived. I'm still standing.
If we are never stretched, we never grow. No one ever said this would be easy. I never expected it to be.
Today marks a new day for me. It's a day I will never forget. I have much to learn. There is much to read and much to do.
Right now, though. I need some sleep.
Post #1
Monday, October 16, 2006
PICU
Current Mood: Exhausted
So I am in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit this month. Sick kids...really, really sick kids. Their sickness doesn't bother me. I'm not even that emotional when things don't go good. I've actually been surprised by this. I'm the kind of guys who's secure enough in his manhood to not feel bad about crying at the movies. Hell, I even cry when watching ABC's Extreme Home Makeover (and I believe you're not human if you don't). But the last few weeks in the PICU have been tough. We've had a few kids die and there are a few more that will likely die in the next few days/weeks.
My reason for this post is this. HEAR ME!!! We, the medical community (nurses, doctors, med students, lab tech, unit clerks, respiratory therapist, nutritionists, pharmacists, and anyone else that I've failed to mention) are here because WE WANT TO HELP PEOPLE!!! We WANT people to get well. Especially kids.
When you read in the newspaper about a hospital moving to withdraw support on one of their patients...it's not because of money. It's not because we need the bed. It's not because we don't like the family. It's because with all the medical knowledge and in review of the patient's case in its entirety...there is NO HOPE that the patient will recover.
Our hospital has an ethics committee. When a case goes before futility, that means that the hospital is requesting that life support be withdrawn against the family's wishes. That committee is made up of 10 people. 7 physicians (not directly involved in the patient's care) and 3 nurses, also not involved in the patient's care. After review of the facts, the committee MUST be in COMPLETE 100% agreement. The decision MUST be UNANIMOUS!!!! The family is then notified of the decision and has 10 days to find an institution willing to accept care. The hospital will even help facilitate that in some cases. If no facility can be found, support is withdrawn after the 10 days.
No one wants it to come to this, and we're not hoping for anyone to die. But that's not the world that we live in and unfortunately people do die. I can also tell you in most of these cases, that 50 yrs ago, this conversation would never have happened because we didn't have the medicines or the understanding of the physiology or the ventilators sophisticated enough to get to this point.
When I became a doctor, I swore an oath. That oath says to do no harm. I believe that using medicines and machines to keep a person alive who has no chance of recovery...is doing them harm. To watch as they slowly lose fingers and toes because their body can't maintain the blood pressure necessary to supply their organs and extremities is doing harm. In fact, it's cruel.
I pray everyday that God will give me the strength to get through another day of work...especially in an ICU. I pray for the wisdom needed to provide the very best care for my patients.
I'm not asking for you to agree with me. I only want you to know my opinion. I welcome the chance to know yours.
Post #2
Prophetic, but not in a good way
Current mood: determined
If had known how the next 42 hours would go when I posted my last blog...I wouldn't have.
Yesterday/Last night's call was the worst night of call that I've had since entering the medical profession.
The day started with a patient dying. While not unexpected, a child died, and that's never easy.
I then proceded to admit 7 patients. 7 ICU level patients. Granted a few of them were post-op still intubated observation patients...but there's still a lot of work that goes into getting them admitted.
Once evening arrived, all hell broke loose.
My fellow and I spent the next 12 hours taking care of 3 very sick children. It was so bad that our attending came in from home. Not because we're not competent, but because the kids were that sick.
On more than one occaision last night, I had to go look 2 parents in the eye and tell them that their child was so critically ill that I didn't know if he/she was going to make it through the night.
At 6 a.m. we turned the ventilator off with the child's parents at the bedside. It was the saddest thing I've ever seen.
But I survived. I'm still standing.
If we are never stretched, we never grow. No one ever said this would be easy. I never expected it to be.
Today marks a new day for me. It's a day I will never forget. I have much to learn. There is much to read and much to do.
Right now, though. I need some sleep.
Monday, October 02, 2006
PICU
Please don't tell me how long it's been since I've posted. I know. OK.
I thought that since tomorrow started a new rotation that I would at least try to blog now, since it IS an ICU and there's no telling how long it will be before I post again.
So the PICU is the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit. It's my first time in the PICU because it's not a rotation that we do as interns.
I have had 4 patients checked out to me that I will be responsible for in the morning. It will most definately be interesting.
It's getting late and I need sleep...so that is all for now.
More later. I promise.
I thought that since tomorrow started a new rotation that I would at least try to blog now, since it IS an ICU and there's no telling how long it will be before I post again.
So the PICU is the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit. It's my first time in the PICU because it's not a rotation that we do as interns.
I have had 4 patients checked out to me that I will be responsible for in the morning. It will most definately be interesting.
It's getting late and I need sleep...so that is all for now.
More later. I promise.
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