Sunday, August 7, 2011

Week Two: Objectives

It's now Sunday afternoon and I'm quite smug about the fact that there is a ridiculously tasty pot of chorizo, chickpea, chicken, barley, and veg soup simmering on my stove. It is part of my objectives for the upcoming week which include:

-eating proper food as opposed to scarfing down (in the washroom) warm string cheese that has been sitting in my purse all day
-fruit (yes, that is an objective)
-exercising (ok that might be a bit of a hoop dream)
-keeping a log of what patients and presentations I saw (oh right, that one is a course requirement)
-going to bed earlier (and not watching Parks and Recreation reruns until I am almost comatose)
-actually looking up the answers to one of the 1000 questions I have lingering at the end of the day

I do love surgery. I wish I didn't. Even the tedium of holding a VERY large and awkwardly positioned retractor for hours on end doesn't deter me. I got to see how a stoma is made and how to reconnect loops of bowel following a resection. These are important life skills as far as I am concerned.

I just wish it was the days of olde when surgeons were trained as apprentices because I have lucked out with some great master barbers! Mind you, if I were living back then I'd probably be a serving wench, wet nurse, or I should count my blessings. 


Anonymous said...

That stew sounds delicious. I used to make that sort of thing all the time - I can't wait until I have a kitchen again.

Nothing will ever be funnier to me than the fact that surgeons were originally barbers. DENTISTS, I could understand. MECHANICS, I could understand. But barbers? That's just awesome. Hurray, history!

Ami said...

"Mind you, if I were living back then I'd probably be a serving wench, wet nurse, or I should count my blessings. "

I'm really glad women have other career choices now. Certainly glad that you're content with yours.

Although I guess we always have something to fall back on...

Albinoblackbear said...

AP--Yeah I was living in a 4 person dorm in 1st year and it was tough with the shared kitchen set up. Always felt like I was encroaching if I made big feasts. Life in 2nd year (and now) is much better with my kitchen domain (and a gas stove!!!)

Ami--It's true! Choices! Well and technically I *was* a serving wench for years so, didn't completely dodge that bullet.

OMDG said...

I hadn't thought of "hooker" as a fall back career in some time. Good to know that there are always options in case this "doctor" thing doesn't work out. At least I'd be able to diagnose my own genital rashes.

jberry said...

I just became a nurse and I love your blog. btw your comment of "i love surgery. I wish I didn't." rings true to me. The blood, the guts, the glory I LOVE surgery too! I love that a surgeon (still human) can alter the anatomy of a another human and it's not the tale of frankenstein, but of heroism and life giving. thanks for sharing your stories.

Albinoblackbear said...

OMDG--Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww. But good point.

I haven't contemplated selling my body as a whole but I have thought of selling some eggs (though I am probably nearing the cut-off for viable ones at this point...)

JB--Glad you enjoy the blog. Congrats on becoming a nurse!! The world needs more nurses that can do cartwheels, IMHO. :)

Yes, it's been interesting to see how amazingly grateful patients are to their surgeons. They really do thank them (often!) for 'saving their lives' which is interesting to me having been a ER nurse who rarely heard those kudos given to ERP's.

GodlessNurse said...

Love your blog. Found it through a fellow blogger and Twitter friend @bthenextstep. Looking forward to reading! Hope you don't mind if I link your blog from mine.