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questioning the reasons
Despite some necessary comfort-spending at L'Occitane en Provence (cherry blossom scented hand cream) I can't shake the sense that I smell of surgery: sweet and bloody and iodine-sterile all at once. It's unsettling. I want this term to be over. Though I did manage to knock over a couple of mandatory tasks today (including my first ever rectal exam, JOY) and watched a liver segment resection, which was interesting enough.
Tomorrow: a fundoplication and a gastroenterostomy. And FREE LUNCH provided by the clinical school because I'm participating in a focus group providing feedback on peer assessment in our formative long case exams (I know, I know, I'm talking another language! soon I will communicate only in medical acronyms).
I washed my hair tonight + I don't have to go to rounds tomorrow = I can SLEEP IN
...til 6am
Tomorrow: a fundoplication and a gastroenterostomy. And FREE LUNCH provided by the clinical school because I'm participating in a focus group providing feedback on peer assessment in our formative long case exams (I know, I know, I'm talking another language! soon I will communicate only in medical acronyms).
I washed my hair tonight + I don't have to go to rounds tomorrow = I can SLEEP IN
...til 6am