THE EXPERIENCE OF A DOCTOR DURING HER POST-GRADUATE TRAINING, DISCUSSING TIMELY TOPICS REGARDING MEDICINE, PREVENTION, AND SELF-CARE. AN EXPRESSION OF PERSONAL STRUGGLE, GROWTH AND ACCOMPLISHMENT WITH A SPLASH OF HUMOR AND ADVOCACY FOR OTHERS ALONG THE WAY <3
I’m always careful in discussing hyper-trendy topics, as the masses come forward with anecdotes and stories, ready to fight. Sometimes I’m not even given the chance to say, “Look! I think it may be a good thing! For x, y, and z. But probably not for your [insert very specific complaint.]” For anyone who reads this and wants to praise CBD as the almighty healer, I urge you to wonder why you may be triggered by objective information of what we know about it so far.
I love social media.
There, I said it.
It’s a weird time in teaching hospitals. I’m not sure if it’s been described before but I can’t be the first one to characterize the month of February as dreary for those in medical training, and not just because of the weather.
For some people (perhaps most?) taking time off of work and vacationing doesn’t require any mindset preparation. You have vacation days, you’ve planned a relaxing adventure, you leave the office Friday afternoon without a care in the world. Your job duties, responsibilities, and worries probably left your mind somewhere around lunch time that day, and you’ll not think about them until you return Monday morning, nine days from now.
“Do you want kids?” The person will ask, a seemingly harmless questions that in no way offends me, but still makes me flustered.
I look around the room of people gathered for our liver transplant meeting, Monday at 12pm sharp. It’s in a crowded conference room with a screen projecting information relevant to all the patients we need to discuss.
I write posts like these for anyone early on in a healthcare career (or any career that requires what feels like endless years of training) to remind them that it never ends. IT. NEVER. ENDS. And I don’t mean that in a negative way— not at all.
I can't exactly pinpoint why I wanted to start going, but a small part of me knew it was just time. Maybe I was complaining too much to my loved ones, or stopped being able to bear their burdens while simultaneously dealing with my own.
I'm sure the same can be said for other jobs or the decision to have children-- there will always be people telling you that your own happiness/health will decline with irreparable circumstances.
I feel kind of ridiculous regarding the title of this blog post, but it's come to my attention that the general consensus believes that so long as you're not binge drinking, alcohol is no big deal. One step further and a popular opinion is that moderate consumption should be part of your balanced diet because you know, health benefits.