OB/Gyn

So I'm getting this whole third year thing down and the rotation has picked up. lots of labor triage, ultrasounds, cervical exams, assisting with baby deliveries and c-sections. thank God, hysterectomies were boring procedures to observe. i was assisting with the delivery when the boy popped out and I caught him. the doctor's like, "put the other hand under him and gently stimulate the baby". oh stimulate I did, for as soon as i slightly jiggled my fingers under him a little bit, this 2-minute old was so tittilated that he started urinating all over me. "baby is voiding" yelled the resident to the nurse. yay....! not so much. oh, and i can't' seem to get the stench of amniotic fluid off so i keep changing scrubs but i swear i'm still smelling it when i get home. man, my new air balance shoes have had several close run ins with discharge today. best part is, i no longer have to deal with the mean residents i had on the other service mainly because obstetricians tend to be nice people, i mean, after all, theyr'e constantly delivering bundles of joy. one last epiphany. it's sad seeing the disparity between families here. one room might have a teenager whos confused adolescent boyfriend couldn't be less interested in the newborn or what's going on while the other has the most loving family with the dad doing lamase breathings and kissing the mom the whole time comforting her and sometimes you go from one situation to the other in 10 minutes.

I passed

I walked out of the boards not knowing what had happened or if i passed. well, i passed, in fact, i didn't do bad at all, actually, i got JUST what i was aiming for.

Third year is gonna be long

well, i'm on the wards doing OB/Gyn meaning i'm constantly abused by power hungry residents. yesterday was the greatest example. I'm watching a teratoma get removed in surgery. you guys should have seen this thing, it was so nasty. the tumor had fat, teeth, collagen, and hair. oh man, i can't eat thai food for at least another month.
i digress
anyways, after the surgery, the chief grabs me and takes me to a room to talk to me. apparently my behavior in the OR was not appropriate and I need to adjust better to OR subculture. Now, i'm really curious what i could have possibly done to deserve this, so here it is:

1- don't ask questions during surgery, wait afterwards
2- don't ask or talk about the tumor with the patient in the room, because even though they look like they may be asleep they may not yet be unconscious (um... there was masking tape on her eyes, sorry for the assumption).
4 - don't finish scrubbing up before the resident and don't expect to be scrubbed in or draped before the resident and attending (sorry, i was excited to actually scrub in and didn't see them waiting for the nurse and besides, was it really THAT insulting?)
5- don't ask if someone can show you how to suture, you're supposed to practice that on a slab of meat on your own (i'm sorry, i thought the whole point of this was for doctors to like show me basic procedures.)
6- don't point out that the tumor has a blood supply, the resident can obviously see that and saying that would only make them more nervous (Sorry, i got excited to see my first tumor and it's not like i meant to psych out the resident on purpose)

and really, that was it, all I had done wrong was well.... nothing except maybe trying to learn and being enthusiastic, but i guess it rubbed them the wrong way. and with this little conversation, I realized that this gyn service might not be so interesting after all, it looks like they're just trying to find reasons to be critical instead of teaching me anything. monday, i sat in a room all day for eight hours and there was only one patient the whole day. and let's not forget the best part: the 8 am lecture where all the interns and med students fall asleep because the presenters are talking about esoteric stuff we don't understand anyways.

The Hasselhoff Makes a Comeback

when will he stop making these ridiculous videos?
If you thought "Hooked on a Feeling" was bad, get a load of this.