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Tuesday  .  June 12  .  2003  .  9:20pm

and so it begins

Gregory Peck died.  How sad.  I was in love with him as Atticus. 

So today was the first day of my residency orientation.  Unfortunately, since I was a medical student at the hospital for the past four years, much of the basic information given out was almost entirely redundant.  But that's OK, I got to meet a bunch of new people and get two free meals (three if you count mid-afternoon snack), so that's fine. 

This morning, at the pre-orientation dinner, it felt a little bit like walking into the cafeteria on the first day at a new school.  So many new faces, so many tables, who to sit with?  Would the big kids beat me up?  Would the cool kids laugh at me?  Who would I be friends with?  Luckily, there was already a huge table of alums from my med school gathered at one of the tables, so I just sat with them.  I guess we were all too lazy to meet new people.

The residents that I have met so far, however, seem really nice and (this is going to sound strange) unnaturally attractive.  They look like a TV show about doctors.  Strong Medicine.  There were residents from all departments of the hospital represented at the Orientation, and it was pretty funny to note that that there were some individuals whose specialties you could totally call just by looking at them.  This one guy was dressed like he was ready to go out clubbing, and sat the entire seven hours all the way down in the chair with his legs spread wide open.  So I figured he was either Surgery or Emergency Medicine.

During one of the breaks, I went upstairs to drop off a going-away gift for Dr. E., who is moving on to bigger and better things at a big hospital in the Midwest.   His office is on 7 Garden South, which is the same ward on which I was hospitalized with that pesky perforated appendix all those months ago.  Just being on that floor made me queasy all over again.  I'm glad that I'm over in the Children's Hospital since I don't think that I could stand working in the adult hospital after spending so much time there as a patient.

Tomorrow: more orientation.  They're giving out our white coats and pagers, which is kind of exciting, but just because we don't know any better.  This is the first year that they're issuing alphanumeric pagers to housestaff, which is really nice, and so much more convenient for sending short messages rather than paging, entering your callback number, and waiting by the phone for someone who may or may not call back.  I think they're taking pictures for the housestaff composite photo too, so I have to remember to look halfway decent tomorrow.  You know, like I should shower and stuff.  That picture's going to be taped to every nursing station throughout the entire hospital, and it's probably going to haunt me for the next three years.  


xo
Michelle










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Tuesday  .  June 12  .  2003  .  9:20pm

and so it begins

Gregory Peck died.  How sad.  I was in love with him as Atticus. 

So today was the first day of my residency orientation.  Unfortunately, since I was a medical student at the hospital for the past four years, much of the basic information given out was almost entirely redundant.  But that's OK, I got to meet a bunch of new people and get two free meals (three if you count mid-afternoon snack), so that's fine. 

This morning, at the pre-orientation dinner, it felt a little bit like walking into the cafeteria on the first day at a new school.  So many new faces, so many tables, who to sit with?  Would the big kids beat me up?  Would the cool kids laugh at me?  Who would I be friends with?  Luckily, there was already a huge table of alums from my med school gathered at one of the tables, so I just sat with them.  I guess we were all too lazy to meet new people.

The residents that I have met so far, however, seem really nice and (this is going to sound strange) unnaturally attractive.  They look like a TV show about doctors.  Strong Medicine.  There were residents from all departments of the hospital represented at the Orientation, and it was pretty funny to note that that there were some individuals whose specialties you could totally call just by looking at them.  This one guy was dressed like he was ready to go out clubbing, and sat the entire seven hours all the way down in the chair with his legs spread wide open.  So I figured he was either Surgery or Emergency Medicine.

During one of the breaks, I went upstairs to drop off a going-away gift for Dr. E., who is moving on to bigger and better things at a big hospital in the Midwest.   His office is on 7 Garden South, which is the same ward on which I was hospitalized with that pesky perforated appendix all those months ago.  Just being on that floor made me queasy all over again.  I'm glad that I'm over in the Children's Hospital since I don't think that I could stand working in the adult hospital after spending so much time there as a patient.

Tomorrow: more orientation.  They're giving out our white coats and pagers, which is kind of exciting, but just because we don't know any better.  This is the first year that they're issuing alphanumeric pagers to housestaff, which is really nice, and so much more convenient for sending short messages rather than paging, entering your callback number, and waiting by the phone for someone who may or may not call back.  I think they're taking pictures for the housestaff composite photo too, so I have to remember to look halfway decent tomorrow.  You know, like I should shower and stuff.  That picture's going to be taped to every nursing station throughout the entire hospital, and it's probably going to haunt me for the next three years.  


xo
Michelle










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