You know what it is? I just can't think when I get home from a full day of listening to people's crap. It's too much to handle. Luckily, we get released at noon tomorrow and I have a full day and a half to study for real, with no patients to bother me, before the test on Friday. Kind of ironic that the patients, with all of their real-life problems, are what is preventing me from studying for the test, which should be testing me on real-life problems.
- I hate that they took away the little shortcut at the top of Gmail that took me straight to Bloggger. It takes me longer to click over here now.
- For the first time in my short, not-yet-professional career, my signature on a document means something! But I was totally and completely tricked into it, in the guise of being taught! It's a good story, and I'll tell it soon. In the meantime, let's hope this case doesn't get called into court because I don't want my signature to mean so much that I have to testify!
- Speaking of stories, I've been on psychiatry for six weeks and haven't told you a single story. There are some good ones, but they are all completely emotionally draining and I honestly just haven't had the energy to regurgitate it all through the keyboard. If you want to call me, I'd be happy to share. And a large part of me wants to document it here as well, so I'm sure I will, but not yet.
- OK, quick story: One of my patients told me he could predict what I was going to say before I said it. Soooooooooooo tempting to test him on it, but I couldn't. You're not supposed to challenge a patient's delusions. But seriously -- what a fun game that would have been!
- I'm out of financial aid money for the semester, and I don't get another disbursement until July. Boooooo. Don't worry, I won't starve, I'm not down to zero yet, but it still sucks. A stimulus check would be nice right about now, though.
- So would a winning lottery ticket. You have to play to win, I know. Is it pathetic that I'm too lazy to walk to the gas station 1 block away? Or that I don't just stop at the customer service counter on the way out of the grocery store? Just a little over a year until the wedding... I'm sure we'll be wasting $52 in other places that are much more of a waste than buying one $1 lottery ticket a week for the next year with the chance of a big payout would be. If you're a financial whiz and squirming in your seat at my proposal to throw money away, don't worry; I'm sure laziness will still win out and I won't buy any.
So now it's time to do what I always do when it gets to be this time of night and I've accomplished nothing: cut bait. Eat a snack ("your brain needs energy to study"), take a shower ("it's relaxing and will take your mind off the stress"), and convince myself that at least a good night's sleep will be beneficial for me tomorrow ("your brain reinforces the things you just learned in your sleep" and "you won't be able to study/concentrate tomorrow if you're exhausted"). Haha. I'm really good at convincing myself of things.
Bottom line: Although I've liked this psychiatry rotation a lot, I can't be a psychiatrist. I just can't listen to people's crap all day long. Even when it's good crap, the patients are improving and making progress, and are generally doing well (which I haven't seen too often). But especially not when it's bad crap. I absorb too much of it for my own good.
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Oh, don't worry about it. It's a good thing, wasting time, and it keeps you from burning out. I've been doing it way too much, though. Now I'm peeling off wallpaper and looking to replace it - both upstairs bathrooms!!!!
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