"Where I'm Supposed To Be"
PostPosted: Tue Jul 29, 2003 12:14 am
Here's my little PTL for the day.
I'm off internal medicine (phew) and on orthopaedic surgery, which is a bit more congenial (resident duty is typically light). I was on call tonight, which is nothing like internal medicine call -- I do a few cases with the attending surgeon and the PA-on-call, and then when that's done, usually nothing else happens -- and we had two hip fractures that had to be surgically repaired, one by simply putting in screws and a plate (intertrochanteric) and another that required a hemi-replacement of the hip (the femoral neck was fractured, so the head was excised from the acetabulum, the femur was drilled down, and the femoral neck and head replaced with a metal prosthesis).
I haven't done any ortho since med school, and it was really nice to be in the operating room for a change. The hours just flew.
The PTL was, when I was driving back to the apartment, realising that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. I want to have some variety in my profession, and I'm getting it, and I realised God put me here because He knew I needed it, too. Even though it was an 8:30am to 11pm day, I felt good about it because I knew God was watching over me. And he was watching over me in IM, too, even though I had to get up at 3am every day.
It's nice to know that despite the clouds, God really is there, and things really do turn out all right.
I'm off internal medicine (phew) and on orthopaedic surgery, which is a bit more congenial (resident duty is typically light). I was on call tonight, which is nothing like internal medicine call -- I do a few cases with the attending surgeon and the PA-on-call, and then when that's done, usually nothing else happens -- and we had two hip fractures that had to be surgically repaired, one by simply putting in screws and a plate (intertrochanteric) and another that required a hemi-replacement of the hip (the femoral neck was fractured, so the head was excised from the acetabulum, the femur was drilled down, and the femoral neck and head replaced with a metal prosthesis).
I haven't done any ortho since med school, and it was really nice to be in the operating room for a change. The hours just flew.
The PTL was, when I was driving back to the apartment, realising that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. I want to have some variety in my profession, and I'm getting it, and I realised God put me here because He knew I needed it, too. Even though it was an 8:30am to 11pm day, I felt good about it because I knew God was watching over me. And he was watching over me in IM, too, even though I had to get up at 3am every day.
It's nice to know that despite the clouds, God really is there, and things really do turn out all right.