This post will be short. And sweet.
I passed my Boards.
Hallelujah.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Courage
Breaking bad news is never easy.
I'm a non confrontational person, so it's something I especially hate.
I remember breaking up with boyfriends in letters, rejecting potential dance partners by checking "No" in the "Will You Go to the Dance With Me? Check Yes [] No[]" notes in 7th grade.
I have had to tell a few people they had cancer in the last 3 years. That sucked. I've had to tell people they had diabetes, HIV, Chlamydia, Hepatitis C, and just about every other awful disease out there. But, when I break that bad news, it's not about me. It's about the patient and being there for him or her.
Yesterday, I had to confront a resident about whom I had heard a rumor. I had heard from a 3rd-hand source that this resident had violate a residency rule (not putting any patient at harm, but violated a policy rule that we have). So, I had to confront this person and find out the truth. It's hard -- calling someone out and asking them to be honest with you. At the end of it all, we got it straightened out, and things seem to be back on the Straight and Narrow.
I think this resident appreciated my honesty and courage to come to him for the answer. I also wasn't accusatory, but rather asked for verification of the rumor. He appreciated that, too (even though the rumor did turn out to be true). So, I'm learning how to handle people, how to manage people, and how to keep their trust and confidence even in tricky situations.
This year has been a year for character building for me. Yesterday, I worked on Courage. We'll see what next week brings.
I'm a non confrontational person, so it's something I especially hate.
I remember breaking up with boyfriends in letters, rejecting potential dance partners by checking "No" in the "Will You Go to the Dance With Me? Check Yes [] No[]" notes in 7th grade.
I have had to tell a few people they had cancer in the last 3 years. That sucked. I've had to tell people they had diabetes, HIV, Chlamydia, Hepatitis C, and just about every other awful disease out there. But, when I break that bad news, it's not about me. It's about the patient and being there for him or her.
Yesterday, I had to confront a resident about whom I had heard a rumor. I had heard from a 3rd-hand source that this resident had violate a residency rule (not putting any patient at harm, but violated a policy rule that we have). So, I had to confront this person and find out the truth. It's hard -- calling someone out and asking them to be honest with you. At the end of it all, we got it straightened out, and things seem to be back on the Straight and Narrow.
I think this resident appreciated my honesty and courage to come to him for the answer. I also wasn't accusatory, but rather asked for verification of the rumor. He appreciated that, too (even though the rumor did turn out to be true). So, I'm learning how to handle people, how to manage people, and how to keep their trust and confidence even in tricky situations.
This year has been a year for character building for me. Yesterday, I worked on Courage. We'll see what next week brings.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Music to My Ears
This might be the most personal post I ever make. It's definitely the most personal one I've made so far.
I was walking from autopsy rounds a few days ago (yes, in the morgue), and I had a very strange sense of peace wash over me -- and my main thought was how loved I felt. From my friends and family. And from my husband.
My husband is an interesting man. Without going into "How do I love thee..." let me give one example: he sings to me. He is an awful singer (as am I, which is why I can say that). But, what he sings are his own made-up songs. About me, about us, about what we're doing that day. Little jingles that encapsulate whatever he's feeling at the time. I realized a few days ago how much I love that about him.
A friend of mine has a blog, dedicated to hear search for her perfect man (See: http://christianhuntingfishing.blogspot.com/). I was fortunate to meet my husband in college, and I have seen in my many single friends how hard post-college life makes it to meet someone. Especially when you're in residency and have no time to just hang out randomly waiting to meet Mr. Right. Hang in there, Christian Girl, God's got one out there for you. In the mean time, keep blogging, as your escapades light up my day!
I was walking from autopsy rounds a few days ago (yes, in the morgue), and I had a very strange sense of peace wash over me -- and my main thought was how loved I felt. From my friends and family. And from my husband.
My husband is an interesting man. Without going into "How do I love thee..." let me give one example: he sings to me. He is an awful singer (as am I, which is why I can say that). But, what he sings are his own made-up songs. About me, about us, about what we're doing that day. Little jingles that encapsulate whatever he's feeling at the time. I realized a few days ago how much I love that about him.
A friend of mine has a blog, dedicated to hear search for her perfect man (See: http://christianhuntingfishing.blogspot.com/). I was fortunate to meet my husband in college, and I have seen in my many single friends how hard post-college life makes it to meet someone. Especially when you're in residency and have no time to just hang out randomly waiting to meet Mr. Right. Hang in there, Christian Girl, God's got one out there for you. In the mean time, keep blogging, as your escapades light up my day!
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