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So at our program, one out of the last 3 intern year months are spent doing anesthesia. That for me starts on Thursday. My final intern rotation in June is an ICU month, which I'm gonna consider to be critcal care and therefore under the anesthesia umbrella.
So the way I see it, my intern year ends on Wednesday.
Wow.
I'm excited and definitely scared. But mostly excited. It's been a five year (!!!) run up to this point. FIVE YEARS, just to accumulate the foundation of knowledge for this gig. Some of our nursing colleagues might belittle those five years and say they don't count for anything besides some fancypants book learning, but what do they know.
This year has been crazy, frustrating, rewarding, exhausting, and uplifting. We spend most of our intern time at a VA, and it really is a true privilege to take care of these guys. The nurses drive me bat$hit insane, but I like the vets a lot, the crotchety cantankerous bastards. They deserve the best care available to mankind, and the system fails them at every turn. Sickening.
But all that is finally coming to a close, and the rest of my life starts on Thursday. I hear they waste no time in dropping us newbies into the fire and brimstone and making us sweat. Bring it on, I say. Will it be stressful? Hell yeah. Will it be busy? Hell yeah. Will I miss H&Ps, bull$hit r/o MIs, academic internists, incompetent nurses, SOAP notes, dispo planning, and mind-numbing 6 hour long rounds? Heeeeelllllllllllllllll no.
Anesthesia starts Thursday. The rest of my career starts Thursday. The promised land starts Thursday.
Holy Hell am I excited for this.
So the way I see it, my intern year ends on Wednesday.
Wow.
I'm excited and definitely scared. But mostly excited. It's been a five year (!!!) run up to this point. FIVE YEARS, just to accumulate the foundation of knowledge for this gig. Some of our nursing colleagues might belittle those five years and say they don't count for anything besides some fancypants book learning, but what do they know.
This year has been crazy, frustrating, rewarding, exhausting, and uplifting. We spend most of our intern time at a VA, and it really is a true privilege to take care of these guys. The nurses drive me bat$hit insane, but I like the vets a lot, the crotchety cantankerous bastards. They deserve the best care available to mankind, and the system fails them at every turn. Sickening.
But all that is finally coming to a close, and the rest of my life starts on Thursday. I hear they waste no time in dropping us newbies into the fire and brimstone and making us sweat. Bring it on, I say. Will it be stressful? Hell yeah. Will it be busy? Hell yeah. Will I miss H&Ps, bull$hit r/o MIs, academic internists, incompetent nurses, SOAP notes, dispo planning, and mind-numbing 6 hour long rounds? Heeeeelllllllllllllllll no.
Anesthesia starts Thursday. The rest of my career starts Thursday. The promised land starts Thursday.
Holy Hell am I excited for this.