You would think...

...that delivering babies for a living would mean that you were happy, nice, and lovey-dovey, right?

WRONG. WRONG. WRONG. You must be a medical student to be that many flavors of wrong.

I actually like the subject matter of OB/Gyn, but having just finished my first two weeks on the rotation in high-risk OB, I can safely say that any and all desire I may have had to be an OB/Gyn is officially dead, buried, and recycled into mulch. It may even have been reincarnated by now.

It's interesting that a specialty that deals with pregnancy and child bearing is an environment that causes one to eat one's young--by that I mean that the attendings are either dismissive or abrasive which pisses off the fellows/residents, the fellows pimp* the residents which makes them crabby, the residents live in fear of retribution and are overworked and exhausted, making then even more bitchy, and then the students get the lion's share of the shit. See, we're at the bottom of the food chain, so we get eaten first.

There's only 6 more weeks to go. Wish me luck.

*Pimping is the act of asking your underling questions about conditions, prognoses, or anything else in order to "help their learning" and if you're lucky cause them to faint/cry/shit a brick. It is actually referred to as "pimping" in the medical field.

Belated Done with Surgery Post

Surgery Rotation Billing Sheet:

1 cute blue scrub hat with cute blue flowers.....$12
My favorite travel coffee mug.....$10
Losing any and all desire to become a surgeon.....Priceless.