It was pretty busy for a holiday weekend, but quite lucrative. I did my first overnight moonlighting shift, and two shifts of assessments (today and last weekend). And a morning over shadowing one of the interns, who's pretty much got things under control so I didn't have to do much (just showed him some paperwork).
And then I played golf on the lawn of the state psychiatric hospital.
It's been a busy few months - house-buying flurry (I have the greatest house ever!), quickly followed by honeymoon (romantical, and also a good vacation), and trying to get back into the swing of work after two weeks off, while covering for a colleague who's having a somewhat protracted family emergency. Part of me is a little frustrated that I can't really get the most out of the rotation I'm supposed to be doing this block, but on the other hand we do what we have to do to make it work for each other.
I'll think about posting more often. (No promises.)
I went to the dentist this morning to get some cavities filled in. (Still not sure how I made it all the way through high school without any cavities, and am working a few per year since then... Nonetheless.) Aside from waiting for 20 minutes to go back to the room and 25 minutes until I got the Q-tip of local anesthetic - for a 9am appointment! - everything was smooth. The dentist remembered me from a few Saturdays back, the anesthesia worked well, and my neck didn't get too stiff during the fillings.
It occurred to me during the whole experience that I was keeping my eyes closed for most of it. Partly it's because the lights are bright (and shining right into your face) and I don't like to see sharp things coming towards me. But I opened my eyes for a little while and realized there's another reason. The dentist has the mask on, so when you're laying back and open your eyes, all you see is the dentist's eyes. Staring right at you. Nevermind that he's focused on your mouth most of the time. But every now and then he talks to you and makes eye contact. Except it's much more intense and intimate than typical eye contact, because the eyes are the only feature you see. And it makes me a little uncomfortable.
I was trying to figure out why I've been so irritable in the last few days, and then I realized that it's probably because today was the TWELFTH day IN A ROW that I've worked! And most of those were 10-11 hour days. Dah!!! I did weekend coverage last weekend, which is supposed to be about 4 hours per day, come in, write bad notes, go enjoy your life. Except that I was in the hospital for 6.5 hours on Saturday and 8 on Sunday... I haven't seen much of my husband in two freaking weeks!
One of the current PGY-4s told me that the third year of residency at our fine program is all about time management. We juggle a partial inpatient load (up to 6), as well as 10h of clinic per week. I am definitely going to have to work on this, since most of my clinic patients no-showed and I was still there from 8am to 6-6:30pm most days this week. ::grumble, grumble::
Call was not so bad. (Not like the last one, with the same intern [who works very hard!], when neither of us slept at all.) I got to lay down for a few hours, then woke up and realized I'd missed some pages, took care of it, and lay back down. The awake time was not so hectic, either.
And most importantly, never again!!!
(And also quite nice, intern welcome party this afternoon, with free booze. Mmm, post-call booze!)
Two more overnight calls ever. Unfortunately, one of them is tomorrow and I was also on call Tuesday. And on Night Float last week. And moonlighting this coming Sunday (2 days after being on call). Blech. But the end is nigh!