March madness
March was a whirlwind of sorts. I was in Service Three, the same service I had been in when I was a clerk, intern, and pre-resident. Going back to it as a full-fledged resident reminds me that things have already gone full circle.
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The other end
IT IS already 9 PM. I admit a patient for an elective coronary angiogram procedure, a short diagnostic test that maps the vessels supplying the heart and identifies where the clogs are. I phone the Cath Lab to inform the anesthesiologist that the patient is now ready for preoperative evaluation. "Good evening, this is Dr. Catedral." "Good evening po," says a shy sounding woman at the other end.
Catching up
I'm more than halfway through my second stint at the Charity Ward. Time goes by very fast, especially when one has a lot of things in mind. It is, I suppose, better the second time around, though the transition from the Medical ICU to the Ward (which is really an extension if the ICU, if you think about it) wasn't as smooth as I'd expected. But enough about residency.