Surgery, because medicine didn't have enough thoracotomies | Perpetually debating which side of the diaphragm I prefer | Surgery resident
@VCUGenSurgRes
Very elderly female patient on rounds recently: “So you’re going to school to become a nurse, then?”
Me: “A doctor, actually!”
Her: *takes my hand in hers, eyes light up* “Women didn’t do that in my day. You go, girl.”
#SheForShe
Now I know some of you may be thinking “wow she owns a swimsuit, how unprofessional”, but all I’m thinking is “wow look at my sternocleidomastoids”.
#MedBikini
Anyone else have those days where you get home from work and can’t muster the energy to walk inside so you sit in your car for 30 minutes? Asking for me.
One of the ortho chiefs at my medical school had these clogs and I thought she was a total badass.
So I bought some in hopes they’d help me channel that same badass lady-boss surgery persona ⚡️
I said the word “vagina” (in respectful conversation regarding what rotation I am on) and a stranger gave me a disgusted glare.
Vagina 👏🏻 is 👏🏻 not 👏🏻 a 👏🏻 profane 👏🏻 word. It’s an anatomical part of the female body.
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Grocery shopping this evening on my way home from work, wearing my hospital jacket, when a stranger walked up to me.
“Are you a doctor?”
“Yes, why?” I replied.
“Thank you for what you do.” And he walked away.
🥺
The hierarchy of medicine, according to OR sterility:
Student - merely looks at OR, immediately yelled at for contaminating it.
Resident - can hover 8” from table while unscrubbed without issue.
Attending - can essentially lick the sterile field and all is well.
Ironically, I found myself once again sharing the OR with this gentleman a couple of years later. Except this time with the privilege of asking for a 10-blade and proceeding to open the chest.
He had no idea who I was. But I certainly remembered him.
Words matter.
Anesthesioloist: "What specialty are you interested in?"
Me: "CT or trauma surg"
*6 out of the 7 docs in the OR start laughing*
"Riiiiiight," he says.
Can't wait for the day when I no longer have to defend my aspirations to a room full of strangers.
I did a photo-series of my classmates* doing normal-everyday-things in their grad regalia on what would otherwise be a very memorable day. Congratulations, doctors! (images in thread)
*social distancing was maintained, and a mask was worn if inside
Scrub tech: “Wow Dr. X lets you do more than other students in the OR.”
Me: “He’s great to operate with, I’ve been scrubbing with him for a few years.”
Tech: “Pays to be a young female sometimes, I guess.”
Me: “I think you mean it pays to be competent and prepared..”
I didn’t know it was possible to be overwhelmed by how much I’ve learned over these last 4 years while simultaneously being terrified by how much I still don’t know. Thank you to those who provided me a safe place to make mistakes, and subsequently allotted me the space to grow.
The sad truth is that, as a medical student, I have seen more gun violence victims in a single night than some overseas physicians have seen in an entire career.
#ThisIsAmerica
Tonight was the second (and then third) time my attending has offered to go see a consult for me so I could stay in the OR and keep operating.
That stuff doesn’t go unnoticed, my friends ❤️
(Transporting patient I operated on to PACU)
Nurse, instinctively turning to male med student: “So you’ll put in orders for me?”
Me: “No, but I will.” 👋🏻
#ILookLikeASurgeon
You know those periods of time we learned about in grade school and ignorantly thought “wow this is so horrible; how did people allow this to happen..”?
We’re living in one.
Day 1 of vacation:
- Woke up at 7am in sheer panic thinking I slept through rounds
- Ate Halloween candy for breakfast
- Realized I haven’t done laundry in a month
- Unpacked some boxes from moving *4 months ago*
- Chart-lurked my patients from home
Tomorrow is July 1, and I don’t think there’s a word to adequately describe the amount of terror and anxiety collectively felt by interns around the country right now.
So, uh..YOLO *gulps*
Driving to work when I notice a person laying face down in the middle of oncoming traffic. Safely park my car and get out.
Man on phone with 9-11: “..oh good, there’s a nurse here.”
Me: “Trust me, you’d be much better off if I *was* a nurse..”
Anesthesioloist: "What specialty are you interested in?"
Me: "CT or trauma surg"
*6 out of the 7 docs in the OR start laughing*
"Riiiiiight," he says.
Can't wait for the day when I no longer have to defend my aspirations to a room full of strangers.
TW: suicide
A few weeks ago I received the devastating news that my ex-husband died by suicide. We weren’t enemies, we simply grew apart. Needless to say, it’s an indescribable and unanticipated emptiness. (1/x)
The number of nasty tweets I’ve seen directed at “new interns” or “the hospital in July” is disheartening.
Everyone has had a first day/month/year at some point. To pretend you’re above your own experiences is merely hubris. Build up, don’t tear down. We are better than that.
The cashier just looked at my groceries (aka an abundance of snacks a 6 year-old would eat) and asked if I had kids at home.
Reader, I panic-lied out of pure embarrassment AND SAID YES 🤦🏼♀️
Dear yet another stranger giving unsolicited advice about how I should consider a specialty outside of surgery as to "have time to be a good mother",
Go to hell.
Respectfully yours,
Natalie
Hotel front desk: “What brings you here?”
Me: “I’m interviewing!”
H: “To be a..?”
Me: *gulps* “To be a doctor.”
Well that was certainly the most bizarre thing I’ve ever said aloud.
Patient: "You'd look a lot prettier without glasses."
Me: "Well I can totally take them off, if you'd prefer I sew your arm back together without being able to see."
Any other females out there feel conflicted with wanting to stop and help someone broken down on the side of the road but also wanting to..not get murdered?
😒
1) My interview season is officially complete.
2) I know where I’d like to end up.
3) I could have purchased a car with the amount I spent on travel.
😬
As a resident on nights sometimes (seemingly) left to fend for myself/my patients while the chief is preoccupied with chief things can I JUST SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE THE PHARMACISTS.
They deserve a raise for single-handedly fielding my endless calls all evening.
Surgery life: you’re in a female surgery resident group text named “Bitches Give Stitches 🩹🩸”, only to have the circulator nurse read said name aloud when your phone alerts go off mid-case.
Ah, yes. Here we go. A bit early for such presumptuous tweets but ‘tis the season.
God help us for advancing to the next stages in our training as *checks records*..everyone in healthcare also once did.
Just spoke to a class of (mostly) freshman interested in applying to med school.
It’s always humbling to meet people who want to be where you currently are. I spend so much time thinking about where I want to go, I often forget to stop and realize just how far I’ve come.
I’m exhausted. Everything (including my hair follicles) aches. I’ve fallen asleep both sitting and standing. Likely have prerenal azotemia. There are chunks of rectal tissue stuck in the treads of my OR shoes.
And I’m simultaneously so goddamn fulfilled.
#Surgery
“Attention passengers, we should have about 60 empty seats on this flight so please spread out and get comfortable.”
Things you love to hear at the airport at 5 am.
Getting a pedicure with my mom and she won’t stop telling every stranger within listening distance that I’m applying for surgery residency.
Homegirl bout to get her Christmas presents returned.