Tuesday, May 20, 2014

You've Got to Go Through Hell Before You Get to Heaven

       "You know you've got to go through hell before you get to heaven," a line from a song by the Steve Miller Band,  has always been one of my all-time favorite quotes. It was my motto to get me through everything that was difficult- my pre-med classes, medical school, and certainly during this year as a surgical intern. BUT- this has been the hardest year of my life, and I am pretty much at the end of the line. I am ready for heaven. Anesthesia better be it, or I quit (kidding).
      One of the biggest reasons that this year has been so incredibly hard, is that it is really really painful to work your ass off for 14+ hours a day, 6 days a week in a specialty that is not your own. Which, in my case, is surgery (the toughest of all of the specialties in general). I know that I am not the only person forced to do this, and that residents going into other fields where they, too, have to complete a preliminary year (people going into radiology, radiation oncology, dermatology, neurology, ophthalmology, etc) can feel my pain.
      I don't even remember what anesthesia is like, or why I chose it in the first place, as it has been so long since I have been exposed to it. However, talking to other anesthesia residents certainly makes me look forward to it. To quote some of them,

     "Anesthesia is going to feel like a vacation to you after your surgery year- a trip to Palm Beach."

     " Finally starting anesthesia after a year on surgery, is like a cold glass of lemonade on a hot summer day." (I promise I did not make that up, it came straight from a resident's mouth lol).

     On the brightest side, my baby girl is an angel. She is the best baby in the world (sorry to brag, but it is true). She sleeps through the night, only cries when she is hungry or tired (and when she is she goes right to sleep if you put her in her crib), and smiles non-stop. She is a delight, and I am so lucky to have her, and so so lucky that my mother watches her (with the nanny) while I am at work. This way, I know that she is getting the best care possible, and that I do not have to worry about her all day. Unfortunately, the fact that she is such a doll can only mean one thing- my next child is going to be a TERROR.
     The countdown is ON- less than two months left of my surgical intern year, and then heaven will begin (I hope). What I have heard so far about starting anesthesia, is that it is hard because you are starting all over again. After becoming a good, efficient intern, you are unfortunately downgraded to lost puppy status in the matter of one day (the new year for residents begins on July 1st). So, as of June 30th, I am still an intern, but on July 1st, I am officially an anesthesia resident aka pgy-2 (post-graduate year 2) aka CA-1 (clinical anesthesia year 1. HOWEVER, I will have no call for the first 3 months, which means I will have every weekend off, which is a radical and welcome change from never ever having a full weekend off. Additionally,  I will get out of work no later than 5 pm on the days where I am not on call. No more 5:30 am-8:30 pm days, SOUNDS GOOD TO ME!
     I promise to update this blog on a more regular basis as soon as I am blessed with all of this extra free time. There are so many things I have been meaning to write about, both random things, as well as my experiences from this year. In the meantime, I am finishing my seventh, yes SEVENTH, week of nights in a row, and I will do the best I can until heaven/lemonade/palm beach/anesthesia begins.
                                  Have a great week!!!!