I wish I was counting down the hours as the most
awaited day of clerkship came in. Instead, I was busy rushing through the halls
of the hospital carrying out doctors’ orders and making referrals. Like
probably most other clerks on duty that night, I just had one hell of a regular
toxic tour of duty (or so I hope). A few minutes before my from-duty co-clerks
have left that day, a patient was even intubated, CVP inserted and more lab
requests were requested. So I was technically hooked to that single toxic
patient, whom to my comfort, had survived the whole night.
So even if the husband appeared at 12 midnight for a supposedly very late dinner, the idea of having a chat with him for a few more minutes was more of a suicide and so I allowed him to go home. I was fortunate, though, to sleep a few good 3 hours (waking up in between, of course, to check on the patients) only to panic when I wake up because new patients got admitted at the wards and I have yet to do my chart rounds for the night. My ward companion, Cheenee, should be updating all papers to be endorsed to incoming clerks but since I seem to have been jinxed on insertions that night, she had to cover up on me from time to time.
At 8:00 a.m., I still had to refer 2 patients for emergency appendectomy. I also had 2 exams waiting for me—the Surgery exit exam I had to finish in 15 minutes, according to the clerk’s monitor, because my Ophtha exit exam is scheduled to start at exactly 9:00 a.m. My mind was just a total blur upon taking those exams. I would just wish for a decent score.
So my official last day of clerkship ended at exactly 11:00 a.m. Hooray! That was a bit late but all I really cared about, then, was me finally going home.
12 months. 6 rotations. Quite a number of stories to share. Truly, OMMC clerkship is one hell of a roller coaster ride. It is where the unimaginable becomes your reality and toxicity your way of life.
Junior intern Resuello now signing off.
P.S.
So even if the husband appeared at 12 midnight for a supposedly very late dinner, the idea of having a chat with him for a few more minutes was more of a suicide and so I allowed him to go home. I was fortunate, though, to sleep a few good 3 hours (waking up in between, of course, to check on the patients) only to panic when I wake up because new patients got admitted at the wards and I have yet to do my chart rounds for the night. My ward companion, Cheenee, should be updating all papers to be endorsed to incoming clerks but since I seem to have been jinxed on insertions that night, she had to cover up on me from time to time.
At 8:00 a.m., I still had to refer 2 patients for emergency appendectomy. I also had 2 exams waiting for me—the Surgery exit exam I had to finish in 15 minutes, according to the clerk’s monitor, because my Ophtha exit exam is scheduled to start at exactly 9:00 a.m. My mind was just a total blur upon taking those exams. I would just wish for a decent score.
So my official last day of clerkship ended at exactly 11:00 a.m. Hooray! That was a bit late but all I really cared about, then, was me finally going home.
12 months. 6 rotations. Quite a number of stories to share. Truly, OMMC clerkship is one hell of a roller coaster ride. It is where the unimaginable becomes your reality and toxicity your way of life.
Junior intern Resuello now signing off.
P.S.
I will write about my obligatory acknowledgement soon.
Haha!
wow congrats po