Hand Surgery Rotation = Done

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We are done with the first rotation of 3rd year.  I must say, I am liking 3rd year so far.  Dare I bite my tongue on that one?  It was a smooth 2 months.  Mr. Dr. was on a hand surgery rotation which had some great perks like no overnight weekday call and a week of vacation.

The only really bad thing I can say about it is that summer is now coming to a close.  While I love when rotations go by quickly, I loathe the fact that cold weather is right around our little corner.  Most people get excited about “boot weather” and throwing on their favorite sweater but to me that just means, in a few short months my puffy winter coat has to come out.  Yuck.  Until then I am enjoying the last couple weeks of warm weather.  End of summer into early fall is one of our favorite times to be in the NYC because the weather is perfect and the outdoors are pretty.

A couple of observations from this past rotation:
-Mr. Dr. can now probably do a carpal tunnel syndrome surgery in his sleep.
-Hand surgeons almost never have in-patients, most surgeries are out-patient = minimal days of morning rounds = a little extra daily sleep.
-Hand surgeries are generally pretty quick.
-I got told I looked really tan over the last two months which means I have had ample time in the sun = vitamin D is a good thing.
-Having a week off at the end of the summer is a really nice way to bring the summer to a close and kick off the upcoming season.

We have moved onto a trauma rotation.  Lots of 24 hour call and lots of longer days ahead.  But I am going to take the positive energy from the last 2 months and keep the happy mentality moving forward for as long as I can on the heels from this past rotation.  Wish me luck.

America’s Favorite Pastime

Fun little fact for those who don’t know.  Prior to this whole medical career Mr. Dr. played some baseball once or twice back in the day.  It’s hard to believe it’s been so long since that time in our lives but boy was it different.  Sports has been a huge part of both of our lives, hence how we met back in undergrad.  Fortunately for him, he was able to fulfill his dream of playing professionally.  I think every little leaguer has this dream but few can make it a reality.  After that exciting career stint he moved onto medicine.  Well, really it started during.  He was studying for MCATs while in season because he is no dummy and knew it was a long road ahead if he wanted to pursue doctorhood once his baseball career was finito.

Looking back on it, at the time I know I didn’t I appreciate the fact that he was so diligent about starting the process when he did.  I can’t imagine having started medical school any later than when we did knowing the path we are on now.  We were so young, silly and dumb when it all began we really had no idea what was ahead.  Correction.  HE knew.  I am sure when he was applying to medical schools he mentioned orthopedics as a field of interest.  But I just knew him as a baseball jock who liked biology and got way better grades than me.  I didn’t really listen to the 10 year surgery track plan.  I heard 3 letters: NYC.  Mumbling came after that and away we went on our adventure.

Well our new adventure did not require me sitting in the bleachers for 3 and ½ hours while simultaneously working on my tan during baseball games.  He only got up to bat every other inning so I was able to spend just as much time people watching, eating hot dogs and drinking beer as I did watching the game.  I got to watch him work 3 and ½ hours every day when he had a game.  That was a fun aspect of his job while he was employed by baseball.  It’s not like I can venture into the call room and cheer him on as he answers pages or go into the OR and clap every time he picks up the scalpel.  My cheerleading now is pretty much capped for in-home support only.

I always wondered what it would be like to be the wife of a pro baseball player.  The traveling weeks at a time would suck but couldn’t my husband just fly me to every game so I could sit in the wives section for the away games?  I think that seems reasonable.  In the off season he would always be around.  In the Spring we could live in warm, sunny Florida for Spring training.  If he got traded we could experience a new city together.  Who cares if I got a littttttle bored at the games.  It was fun to watch him jog around in his cute uniform.  Plus, ballpark food is the best.  Hospital food stinks, and scrubs and white coats are not the sexiest uniforms.

Mr. Dr. is lucky that he picked two professions he wanted to do in his life, has completed one and is working his way to achieve his second.  Baseball required hours, days and years of practice but every day baseball players can improve on the field.  Surgery requires hours, day and years of practice and like the sport, surgeons can improve every day in the operating room.  I suppose the biggest differences are he doesn’t get to play in dirt and run around a diamond when he does something great.  Rather, he plays inside of people’s bodies and gets to run around the hospital like a chicken with his head cut off.  He doesn’t stand outside and play catch with a little hard ball.  Instead he stands inside a fluorescent room and plays with little hard bones.  He doesn’t focus on lifting the dumbbell to get big muscles in the weight room.  Now, he focuses on lifting the knife to fix the wears and tears of others’ big muscles.

It’s funny how life has evolved for him thus far.  Recently, we went to the Home Run Derby because it was held in NYC this year which was awesome.  We had a great time and Mr. Dr. loved being back in familiar territory to witness such a cool event.

Homerun DerbyWe even got to see Pit Bull perform.  It was a fun night out.  Maybe one of these days we will get Mr. Dr. back on the diamond and see if he still has some of his own home run mojo from back in the day.

Pit Bull

Full Bloom Medical Monday

Happy August Medical Monday for those of you visiting from the linkup.  Quick intro for the newbies – we are PGY3 in ortho and we live in NYC.  I don’t work in medicine, nor do I want to work in medicine.  I enjoy lots of other fun things like food, drinks, hanging out with friends and visiting our families who are hours away.

Lately, I have a new like to add to my current running list.  Fresh flowers.  I have had artificial flowers sitting on our window sill since shortly after we moved into our apartment.  The other day Mr. Dr. told me they were tacky.  So without hesitation, I threw them out.  Honestly, I bought them as a temporary fix when we lived in our previous apartment because the place was a dungeon and needed some color and life.  Then, when we moved into this apartment I just kind of sat them there and left them.  After Mr. Dr. told me that he thought they were tacky, I thought about it for a second, and agreed.  So away they went.

Since then Mr. Dr. and I have been pondering what decor we want to invest in to replace our previous inelegance.  As a temporary filler, we bought a summer bouquet of chrysanthemums.  They actually looked really pretty in the space and having real flowers there made a bigger difference than what I expected.  Sometimes it really is the little things.

Chrysan Flowers

We considered the idea of buying a fresh bouquet every week but that might get too pricey for our thrifty residency budget.  So we thought a nice alternative might be an indoor plant.  There are so many options and sizes, we found that it wasn’t quite as easy as one might think to pick a perfect plant.  A must was that it contained some kind of color.  I saw some pretty cactus in pink, orange and yellow but they were smaller than what we wanted.  We also found that our options were more limited since the plant would be sitting next to the window all day and receive a lot of light even being indoors.  We couldn’t get something too, too big either.  So we landed on a croton.  What do you guys think?  It’s the perfect size and has some hints of color.

Croton Plant

I need to footnote this post with the following:

*I am not a gardener or a planter.  I have no idea what to do when it comes to this stuff.  I just know what I think looks pretty.  I can handle watering something every few days and perhaps adding some plant food to it occasionally but that’s where I draw the line.  God knows Mr. Dr. won’t do a thing to help take care of it so something low maintenance was pretty imperative and high on the list.  Hence why the artificial flowers worked out so well.  Luckily, our lovely little croton requires very little care and will grow at a snail’s pace – perfect for us.

Funny Plant

One Day It Will Be Us

It’s been an exciting summer for us.  We have had a couple of weddings, a couple of fun events, some great outings and best of all, this first 3rd year rotation has allowed us to have ample quality time together.  This year was our first year attending the residency graduation dinner.  It was at a beautiful venue on a boat that sits anchored on the east river.  Mr. Dr. was working but they send someone in (usually a fellow) to relieve those that are on call for the evening for a few hours because they want the entire program (years 2-5) to be there.  It was a tad bit stressful since he had to rush to and from the hospital, to and from home, and to and from the event.  They really don’t make it easy for these slave laborers.  Amidst the rushing we only managed to lose one cufflink.  Perhaps it was the bow tie youtube how-to-tie video that he was watching en route to the venue that distracted him.  Luckily, thanks to him being on call, our dine and dash sentiment didn’t leave much time for anyone to notice that one tux shirt cuff was being held together by a paper clip that we graciously received from the hostess upon arrival.

Attendings, residents and their closest family attend this black tie affair.  I didn’t know what to expect but one immediate feeling I had was that I was glad they included the significant others on the invite.  Although it’s an event honoring the 5th years that are graduating, it really is a milestone event for all of the residents.  It’s always in June which means graduation for the 5th years, but another year done for the others.  Besides the extra fluff that they throw in to make it cheesy and ceremonial, the room is filled with hope for all of the junior residents.  Knowing it will be each of them in a year, 2 years or 3 years from that moment warms everyone with a good feeling for those few hours.  And not to mention, gives the significant others a moment to sit back and remember that one day it will hopefully all be worth it.  The sense of accomplishment that you could hear as each 5th year resident stood up to say their thanks and show their pride was endearing, motivating and rightfully so, emotional.  I am looking forward to inching one step closer to that being us with each upcoming year.  After a nice sit down dinner, they have the presentation of diplomas, slideshows (its ortho so they keep it light and entertaining), speeches and awards.  It’s just long enough to fit everything in and short enough that your eyelids don’t get too heavy while sitting there.

Here we are in our lobby as we were rushing back upstairs so he could change back into his doctor clothes and be swept away to overnight call.  I had realized I didn’t snap any photos and it’s certainly not often we get dressed up like his and her penguins.

Residency Dinner