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I love pediatrics and I don't think I would have been happy in any other field (well except for maybe ENT). But most people don't love everything about their chosen profession, so to allow a little venting, especially for the interns who are still slogging away at their first few (most painful) months of residency I thought I'd start a few threads about the things we individually hate about pediatrics.
First thread: what specialty or specialties do you hate (it's fair to make general outpatient/inpatient/both a "specialty" for the sake of this thread)? Have a little fun with this thread and for those who get offended too easily, lighten up.
I'll start: #1 Developmental pediatrics. Fundamental, crucial, key to the training of any good pediatrician. But dear lord, could there be anything more painful than three 2 hour autism evals in a day. CP, MR, developmental delay...thank the gods that there are people who want to do this (and bless 'em, I brought my son to them for some concerns) but I can only see the field as everything that is the most boring in general pediatrics all wrapped up in one field. And why don't you just put some of the loonier parents into the mix to make it even more fun why don'tchya? Add a fair smattering of off kilter docs and there you have it: developmental hell.
And coming in a close #2: You guessed it, the supplier of many (the most?) future visitors to number one...ratology (neonatology for the unitiated). Now do I hate EVERYTHING about rat farming? No, no, no (that's why it's number two, silly). I actually kind of enjoy the acute resuscitations and stabilizations. There's nothing like the three am fat cane toad of a full termer who comes out stinking like sewer, gray, and with a fun case of PPHN to get your juices flowing. And hell, I liked torturing the 23-24 weeker with tubes and lines and all sorts of sharp stuff as much the next guy...because I figured they were gonna make my life miserable the next time I was on call, what with there stupid residuals and NEC watches, and midnight fevers (and is it me or do the evil little turds just know when evening checkout is? Because it always seems like no matter how well they were taking their feeds during the day, about 15 minutes after checkout and the day resident and attending leaving about three of them have to have a "significant residual"). Now mind you, I derive great deal of satisfaction knowing that there are a good few young tykes out there who are alive and breathing (and hopefully developmentally normal!) because of me and the teams that I was working with at the time. But isn't it weird how when some of those kids hang around for a while a fair number of their parents forget the multiple times that their child's life was saved by the NICU staff and are just pissed that they can't go home yet (how about we get your kid off of CPAP first, shall we?)? Oh and the daily slog, that's what I really hate: I don't want to formulate their TPN, I don't care whether they're stage 1, zone two, I don't want to remember if it's billie jo bob or deja'vushauwan who has the G3 IVH on the right. Just give me the ETT, I promise that unless there an airway trainwreck I'm likely to get it in (cause I don't like their mewly little 28 weeker whining either). I love fellowship now. I get to go up to our (very nice) unit, chit chat, do my duck check (quack, quack, yup they have a duck) and never again a TPN order will I make. (PS on a serious note, I consider some of the neos I worked for very much mentors and am grateful for what I learned under their tutelage. So many thanks to the OBP types out there. Now back to having fun venting...)
First thread: what specialty or specialties do you hate (it's fair to make general outpatient/inpatient/both a "specialty" for the sake of this thread)? Have a little fun with this thread and for those who get offended too easily, lighten up.
I'll start: #1 Developmental pediatrics. Fundamental, crucial, key to the training of any good pediatrician. But dear lord, could there be anything more painful than three 2 hour autism evals in a day. CP, MR, developmental delay...thank the gods that there are people who want to do this (and bless 'em, I brought my son to them for some concerns) but I can only see the field as everything that is the most boring in general pediatrics all wrapped up in one field. And why don't you just put some of the loonier parents into the mix to make it even more fun why don'tchya? Add a fair smattering of off kilter docs and there you have it: developmental hell.
And coming in a close #2: You guessed it, the supplier of many (the most?) future visitors to number one...ratology (neonatology for the unitiated). Now do I hate EVERYTHING about rat farming? No, no, no (that's why it's number two, silly). I actually kind of enjoy the acute resuscitations and stabilizations. There's nothing like the three am fat cane toad of a full termer who comes out stinking like sewer, gray, and with a fun case of PPHN to get your juices flowing. And hell, I liked torturing the 23-24 weeker with tubes and lines and all sorts of sharp stuff as much the next guy...because I figured they were gonna make my life miserable the next time I was on call, what with there stupid residuals and NEC watches, and midnight fevers (and is it me or do the evil little turds just know when evening checkout is? Because it always seems like no matter how well they were taking their feeds during the day, about 15 minutes after checkout and the day resident and attending leaving about three of them have to have a "significant residual"). Now mind you, I derive great deal of satisfaction knowing that there are a good few young tykes out there who are alive and breathing (and hopefully developmentally normal!) because of me and the teams that I was working with at the time. But isn't it weird how when some of those kids hang around for a while a fair number of their parents forget the multiple times that their child's life was saved by the NICU staff and are just pissed that they can't go home yet (how about we get your kid off of CPAP first, shall we?)? Oh and the daily slog, that's what I really hate: I don't want to formulate their TPN, I don't care whether they're stage 1, zone two, I don't want to remember if it's billie jo bob or deja'vushauwan who has the G3 IVH on the right. Just give me the ETT, I promise that unless there an airway trainwreck I'm likely to get it in (cause I don't like their mewly little 28 weeker whining either). I love fellowship now. I get to go up to our (very nice) unit, chit chat, do my duck check (quack, quack, yup they have a duck) and never again a TPN order will I make. (PS on a serious note, I consider some of the neos I worked for very much mentors and am grateful for what I learned under their tutelage. So many thanks to the OBP types out there. Now back to having fun venting...)