Nontrads, Tell Us About your 'Wild' Friday Night

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Edit: Also, does anyone else besides me "rescue" the insects and spiders that find their way into your house/apartment? I always try to catch and release them outside, especially spiders. I've been told this is not normal behavior. :laugh:

I've also been told this is not normal behavior, but my friends are starting to laugh just a little less when they catch me doing it. :p



Thursday was the start of my vacation and I'm counting it as my Friday. I got off work at 8 a.m., slept, packed, drove to nearby big city for a blacksmithing/art class for a couple hours. Then drove a few more hours and crashed in hotel. Pleasantly surprised to find that the only room they had left that was pet friendly for the furball had a king sized bed, fridge, microwave, and jacuzzi :cool: (and didn't break the bank)

Got home on Friday and chilled with mom, grandma, and the dog. Grandma made lots of goodies and if I gain less than 10 lbs before heading back at the end of the week it'll be a miracle. Was headed for bed before 10 and received substantial grief about it as I'm usually the night owl who outlasts everyone else. Mellow but enjoyable. Especially sleeping in on Sat.

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Oh what a great thread! I wish this was here a few months ago. I'll back track in my mind and tell you about my friday nights.

After practically being physically removed from the library when it closed, The library offered me both quiet and shielding from all the text messages I'd have to ignore anyway. So when I finally walked my way to my car to drive home and continue studying, I'd take a look at the next messages from my friends--club promoters in atlantic city. "Bottle service in the VIP at Harrahs/Casbah/wherever else they were! Come out!" or "Hey, that cute girl from the last time you were out before school started is back and she's asking for you" I never responded till the next day. They could smell my fear....through the phone.

I'd drive back to the house where I rented a room. From the porch of the house I could see the beach, a constant reminder of the relaxation I never felt like i'd experience again, and the casinos which were a 1 mile walk down the road. I'd walk up to my room, which was on the 3rd floor of an old victorian so it was essentially 100 degrees all summer long and freezing all winter long. Once there I'd eat my delicious dinner, typically a sandwich I bought at a gas station or a Wawa, set up my gear (calculator, books, pencils, and ipod) and hit the books until I decided sleep would be more productive than continuing to work.

That was my typical Friday Night. Feel better everyone, you'll finish soon enough.
 
Oh what a great thread! I wish this was here a few months ago. I'll back track in my mind and tell you about my friday nights.

After practically being physically removed from the library when it closed, The library offered me both quiet and shielding from all the text messages I'd have to ignore anyway. So when I finally walked my way to my car to drive home and continue studying, I'd take a look at the next messages from my friends--club promoters in atlantic city. "Bottle service in the VIP at Harrahs/Casbah/wherever else they were! Come out!" or "Hey, that cute girl from the last time you were out before school started is back and she's asking for you" I never responded till the next day. They could smell my fear....through the phone.

I'd drive back to the house where I rented a room. From the porch of the house I could see the beach, a constant reminder of the relaxation I never felt like i'd experience again, and the casinos which were a 1 mile walk down the road. I'd walk up to my room, which was on the 3rd floor of an old victorian so it was essentially 100 degrees all summer long and freezing all winter long. Once there I'd eat my delicious dinner, typically a sandwich I bought at a gas station or a Wawa, set up my gear (calculator, books, pencils, and ipod) and hit the books until I decided sleep would be more productive than continuing to work.

That was my typical Friday Night. Feel better everyone, you'll finish soon enough.

Awesome! Where's the rest of the book. You are a writer sir. I'll have another. :)
 
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haha thanks buddy. The next installment in the series will be entitled "How 27 feels like 50 when you're in the waiting room of a med school passing time before your interview starts."
 
Or the spin off series "how I had to sponge housing off of my parents to be able to save enough money to afford med school applications" and its prequel "How teaching an MCAT class you could never afford for spoiled under achievers makes you want to gouge out their eyes and preserve them as trophies"
 
Taking a deeper look at this thread, I'm entertained that our griping is of such high quality that med students and residents have even joined in the fun. We're that awesome.
 
I have been doing organic chemistry with symphonic rock playing.....I feel like the MCAT warrior lol....now....where's the 40+ MCAT lol
 
Taking a deeper look at this thread, I'm entertained that our griping is of such high quality that med students and residents have even joined in the fun. We're that awesome.
Having been a premed, a med student, and a resident, I can guarantee you that premeds don't even come close to being the biggest gripers. Nor should they, in most cases. Seeing as I now spend many of my Friday nights doing rather unsavory things to half-dead people, I look back quite fondly on the days when my Friday nights were occupied by sitting in a library studying. :hungover:

(Oh yes indeedy, it is back to the ICU time once again for me.)
 
Having been a premed, a med student, and a resident, I can guarantee you that premeds don't even come close to being the biggest gripers. Nor should they, in most cases. Seeing as I now spend many of my Friday nights doing rather unsavory things to half-dead people, I look back quite fondly on the days when my Friday nights were occupied by sitting in a library studying. :hungover:

(Oh yes indeedy, it is back to the ICU time once again for me.)

I feel like the major overhang for premeds though, is career uncertainty.
 
haha thanks buddy. The next installment in the series will be entitled "How 27 feels like 50 when you're in the waiting room of a med school passing time before your interview starts."


I feel like this in my science classes. Everyone is a baby.

My wild friday nights are me in a cafe studying from about 7pm-1am.
 
Having been a premed, a med student, and a resident, I can guarantee you that premeds don't even come close to being the biggest gripers. Nor should they, in most cases. Seeing as I now spend many of my Friday nights doing rather unsavory things to half-dead people, I look back quite fondly on the days when my Friday nights were occupied by sitting in a library studying. :hungover:

(Oh yes indeedy, it is back to the ICU time once again for me.)

Q, I never said we were the biggest gripers, just that we offers some very high quality griping that obviously has attracted the high quality griping of others. I'm honored to be graced by the input of the bigwigs of the griping world. :p
 
Senior resident in the ICU on a slow night. My intern is watching some kind of dancing fruit commercial on her computer. I'm cleaning up spam on SDN. Seven more hours until I can clear out of here. :hungover:
 
Senior resident in the ICU on a slow night. My intern is watching some kind of dancing fruit commercial on her computer. I'm cleaning up spam on SDN. Seven more hours until I can clear out of here. :hungover:

I hope it is unstressful, and you have as good of a night as is possible. I just got home from celebrating the end of three months of MCAT study after taking the test this afternoon. Hooray! 5 days off before the semester starts! Don't you wish you were back in undergrad getting ready to take Orgo 2 like me??

The hangover countdown commences. T-minus 6 hours and counting...
 
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I hope it is unstressful, and you have as good of a night as is possible. I just got home from celebrating the end of three months of MCAT study after taking the test this afternoon. Hooray! 5 days off before the semester starts! Don't you wish you were back in undergrad getting ready to take Orgo 2 like me??
Yes, I do, actually. Organic chem was hands down my favorite class in college.

Congrats on finishing the MCAT--hope you enjoy your time off. We have had an unstressful night here, and no one died even though a few of them were actively trying. Besides intermittently surfing SDN, I spent some time working on my license application. Paperwork's a b****. :hungover:
 
just wait until you apply for a job. That paperwork makes license paperwork look pitiful. I'm talking paperwork in terms of inches here. No kidding.
 
just wait until you apply for a job. That paperwork makes license paperwork look pitiful. I'm talking paperwork in terms of inches here. No kidding.
Which is part of why I've decided to be a kept woman instead if applying for a job. (Partially kidding. :hungover:)
 
Yea, but I look at those inches of paper yet to be filled out and just think of it in terms of salary dollars per millimeter.
 
Just starting to feel normal after Friday night trauma call.

It was one stabbing victim after another all night long. There's just way more hand to hand combat going on in my city than I ever imagined. At 8 am sign out, there was a young man being operated on that I would be surprised but relieved if he survived. I didn't volunteer to scrub in because I wouldve been there well into my 2nd day. Thank you to the budding surgeons on my team for their excitement about such things.

I just can't believe the amount of violence in this city. Mind blowing.

One thing I've learned is that this is no way to spend the weekend. These surgeons are heroic but I want no part of it.

It's also interesting to discover how you gravitate to different types of scenarios. The patient I wanted to stay and work with was a spousal abuse victim with 4 baby girls in tow in the ED with no where safe to go. But to my team she was a suture job, a fx/bleed r/o, and a sign off. We were off to the more citical patients with surgical indications, coming in sequential pairs of all manner of mayhem.

I picked up the victim's sleeping baby girl out of the waiting room and wanted nothing more than to take her, her sisters, her mother, and me up out of that hell hole for good.

I must have been a different person when years ago I used to like the ED.
 
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Just starting to feel normal after Friday night trauma call.

It was one stabbing victim after another all night long. There's just way more hand to hand combat going on in my city than I ever imagined. At 8 am sign out, there was a young man being operated on that I would be surprised but relieved if he survived. I didn't volunteer to scrub in because I wouldve been there well into my 2nd day. Thank you to the budding surgeons on my team for their excitement about such things.

I just can't believe the amount of violence in this city. Mind blowing.

One thing I've learned is that this is no way to spend the weekend. These surgeons are heroic but I want no part of it.

It's also interesting to discover how you gravitate to different types of scenarios. The patient I wanted to stay and work with was a spousal abuse victim with 4 baby girls in tow in the ED with no where safe to go. But to my team she was a suture job, a fx/bleed r/o, and a sign off. We were off to the more citical patients with surgical indications, coming in sequential pairs of all manner of mayhem.

I picked up the victim's sleeping baby girl out of the waiting room and wanted nothing more than to take her, her sisters, her mother, and me up out of that hell hole for good.

I must have been a different person when years ago I used to like the ED.
Not necessarily. The ED is full of broken patients, and I don't mean physically.
 
Not necessarily. The ED is full of broken patients, and I don't mean physically.

Not sure what you meant in terms of my post, but if you meant that the ED has many different types of problems other than the more mechanical surgical ones, that I would find interesting as a budding psychiatrist, then yes I agree.

However that doesn't change my sense of the radical shift i noticed about myself about what sort of environment I want to spend my career in. A rough and tumble county ED ain't it. The types of therapeutics I'm interested in are all horribly suited to such a place. The only goal in that moaning groaning place of tragedy and desolation is to get the F out. And you only go there if you don't have a choice.

Whatever I found stimulating about the buzz of activity and camaraderie has been overtaken by my desire for a calmer, more focused patient care milieu. In any case ED psych is less about therapeutics and more about stabilizing crises and guarding against potential harm to self or others on the way to the psych ward or the street. Although those diagnostic interviews with a robust list of medical differentials to contend with would definitely be very interesting work.

Still, the environment....I keep thinking I don't want to back there, in a primal sense. So that type of work for me seems unlikely in the long term. If I had done med school in my 20's I probably would be a seasoned ED doc now looking for a 2nd career move into palliative medicine or urgent care clinic or call center work and so on. My discussions about life arc and specialty choice are really a diary written in consultation with myself it would seem.

Another confusing realization was how dearly i miss interacting with the pediatric population. Such that considering peds vs child psych is one of my goals for 3rd year.
 
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Studied anatomy... at a coffee shop in the nice college town next door. It's so refreshing to change up the scenery a bit.

I need to move away from my school campus.
 
Studied anatomy... at a coffee shop in the nice college town next door. It's so refreshing to change up the scenery a bit.

I need to move away from my school campus.

I was in a coffee shop studying, too! It was super quiet. No one doing hw yet! Oh well, good for us. :D **Edit: I see you're a med student. I was referring to people in my undergrad classes, haha Your classmates are more on top of things I'm guessing!


We have a "hurricane day" Monday so that's an extra day to study, woot!
 
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A few beers and a frozen pizza last Friday to celebrate my first DO acceptance! Wildest night I've had in a while.. how sad.
 
A few beers and a frozen pizza last Friday to celebrate my first DO acceptance! Wildest night I've had in a while.. how sad.
Congrats, even if you did post on a Tuesday. ;)

I spent my Friday night working. Wow, what a shocker. Guess what I'll be doing this Friday night? :rolleyes:
 
Sitting here studying for exams and jealous of the med residents hanging out by me at the coffee shop.
 
I CARVED A PUNKIN (YES, PUNKIN) AND PLAYED BOARD GAMES WITH CLASSMATES.

Oh and before that I cleaned out the periorbital fat off of our cadaver. Womp womp.

Congrats on the acceptance medPR!
 
Ordered a pizza and watched Dexter with friends. Relaxing end to a hectic week! :)
 
Aaaand, it's time to bring this thread back. I spent most of my Friday afternoon/evening in airports and on airplanes, getting lost while driving a rental car around a city I've never been to before, and then I had some dinner. The dinner, at least, was very successful, and I did make it to the hotel. Free wi-fi. :thumbup:

Time to head to bed though, because I've got to be up early for my conference. Wish me luck at finding the site. :laugh:
 
Sat around for 2 hours staring at the wife, trying to decide on where to go for dinner. Then balanced the checkbook and discussed my committee app and adding more schools to it, got sushi, now going to bed and hoping to stay there for about 12 hours!
 
On call.

Last
Call
Night
Ever.

So of course I had to start off with admissions at both hospitals. And clinic calls by patients wanting pain meds (I said no), and adult idiot diabetics who won't take their insulin (not head injured either). After half an hour on the phone and they were still adamantly refusing insulin I told the family if they really were refusing medication that was their right and it would kill them but there was no point in taking them to the hospital because they still didn't want medication. I'm betting tomorrow he comes to the hospital for admission and an insulin drip crying like a baby. Sigh.
 
I got to spend Friday night in a gas station parking lot replacing the water pump in my truck. While it was snowing. In late April. Why didn't I do the smart thing and establish state residency someplace warm with lots of med schools?
 
I got to spend Friday night in a gas station parking lot replacing the water pump in my truck. While it was snowing. In late April. Why didn't I do the smart thing and establish state residency someplace warm with lots of med schools?

Good question. They were hiring in Hawaii for day shift jobs when I applied here. I keep kicking myself for not going for it every time it rains, then freezes, then snows this April.

Its finally warm and sunny here for a change, but of course since I work nights I'm sleeping through this beautiful day.
 
Most of my Friday nights are spent in my house grading papers, since I can't get a ride out of the village to town. The upside is I get to listen to loud African music coming through my window until 2am.

Man, I can't wait till I get back to the states...
 
Tomorrow night I am breaking from studying to a) set my sister up with her new Galaxy S4 (to which I converted her from her iPhone :D) and b) set up my mom's Chromebook for her (to which I converted her from her Macbook :D:D). Quite excited for this!
 
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I am sitting in my PJs and watching my one year old girl eat Cheerios. *sigh*
 
I am sitting in Las Vegas, visiting my brother who has been in ICU and LTAC for 5 weeks. Saw the last of the big, over-the-top topless shows with headdresses and costumes that were wild. Then I went for a sunset hike in the desert and came across a small herd of wild burros. That is apparently all the ass I am gonna get on this trip... (sorry I couldn't resist).

I am sitting in the backyard editing PS and EC for applicants



LOL

Still more exciting than rushing to write your ass off after working the last three nights.
 
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