Yes, my friends, I do exist. Somewhere deep in the depths of the hospital…
No but really. PGY-2, my first “real” year of neurology, has been unbelievable. In a good way. The hours are longer (hence the lack of keeping up with this blog) but so so very much better. Try as I might, by the end of intern year I really just did not care about cirrhosis.
I’m working an overnight in the neuro intensive care unit at the moment. I was admittedly terrified of the ICU — after my horrible month in the medical ICU as an intern, when I felt like the Angel of Death more days than not. I am not sure that I like it, exactly, but it’s much more manageable than the MICU. My tiny brain can only handle one organ system at a time, yo!
Currently reading: 1493 (Charles C. Mann) as well as The Grass is Singing (Doris Lessing). Oh, and also Wolf Hall (Hilary Mantel). Only one organ system, but oh-so-many books!
Off-White Coat 