My Real Life: The paediatrics rotation rocked my world a little bit. My role as a mother collided hard with my student role in the weeks before Christmas. You and I both knew this would happen. When you said kind things to me about what it would mean to take this on with a family, this is what you meant. You correctly implied that it would be risky…dangerous. We both knew there would be moments I would fall short attempting to do both. From start to finish there will be nine years of school and residency interspersed with falling-short moments. Regardless, we’ve made it this far, and Christmas came, and it was nice.
School: The paediatrics rotation…. I was surprised that I enjoyed it as much as I did. I know. It’s silly that I continue to say, “I was surprised that I enjoyed…” The fact is that I like my own kids because they’re sweet and I’m biologically engineered to like them. My husband Bruce would be the best paediatrician on earth, but that’s because he naturally connects with children (insert unstated comparison). Despite my trepidation, the medicine was interesting and the work was challenging. Our rotation lead, Dr. Leccese, was by far my favourite weekly preceptor this rotation and I hope it’s not condescending to say that her appearance and her energy level left you wondering if she was old enough to be a doctor herself. She is (old enough), and she’s a vibrant paediatrician. I always looked forward to working with her. We had some tough days in terms of the cases that came in, and although as students we can never share the details, it intrigues me to watch my future colleagues handle difficult situations with class.
In addition to our daily duties we have call shifts every 4th day, and these tend to take on a life of their own. I was often on call with a first year family resident, Rob, who was a great teammate and often took more than his share of the workload, and with Dr. Miller. I very much enjoyed Dr. Miller’s call shifts not only because she had such a positive presence, but also because the cases that happened to come in late at night with her were so interesting.
And lest you think we only have female doctors in Prince George, I must say that I also enjoyed the week with Dr. Abelson who had a completely different style of communication and correction that left me smiling more often than not. We had several other preceptors – Dr. Chaudry, Dr. Earl – I failed to get pictures but rest assured, all are excellent physicians. 🙂
On a personal note, it’s New Year’s Eve Eve and I am feeling disoriented because I don’t feel I can set even a single new year’s goal. Every second of my time is spoken for over the next months. This is tragically sad. Of all New Year’s Junkies, I have traditionally been the junkiest. A few of you will understand that New Year’s goal setting is a very exciting ritual.
Instead I am demonstrating tremendous maturity by accepting that I will not be working on a bikini body for Mexico over the next few months but will instead continue toward the current goal of surviving this process with a whole family and raising teenagers who feel like they are connected to it, while at the same time acquiring a medical degree and possibly a muffin-top via study sessions fueled by chocolate covered almonds at midnight. Sunny days will come for me again.
Happy New Year and Cheers …to growing older and making peace with the realization that in this life we are all passengers. And Cheers to 2016 which will come and go as we look on…
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