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God damnit this is the 3rd time I am writing this. This damn thing times out as i type long posts. It pisses me off. Please don't reply too this until I finish the story.
I formally quit my residency today with a signed resignation, returning pagers, ID badges etc.
After selling 16 year old chiropractic business, doing a Caribbean medical school, failing to match for 2 years, teaching in a violent inner city heavily gang-infiltrated and subsisting on a below poverty level income for those 2 years, .... finally matching, moving 1400 miles away from my family, especially painfully from my 4 children. I quit.
It really has been tough. Senior residents say I am cursed with a dark cloud and I believe it.
TODAY : I get up off the bare floor where I sleep, in the smoke filled apartment (my neighbors chain smoke and it seeps through the walls and floor into my non-smoking apartment - which I h-a-t-e ), way before the sun came up. I have no furniture other than my pillow. Largely because I have yet to get paid a penny. Nothing for 2 weeks of orientation lasting 12 hours a day. Nothing for 3 weeks of rotation so far. Some attendings really feel they are doing you a favor to make things as hard as possible, - if you could do something with one step they feel it is a privilege to make you do it in three steps.
I am supposedly doing one of the easier rotations for the year. I was told it would have a census of 2 to 6. No senior resident as its slower. The attending comes around mid day. I have been very busy, more than double what I was told would be my max. Often having more admits in a day than the total census usually is. Skull fractures, partial small bowel obstruction, sickle cell, intrauterine fetal demise,cholecystitis, pancreatitis, urinary tract infections, pyelo, meningitis, gastroenteritis, sepsis, and more.
So first thing this morning I see 2 newborns, and then go visit with their parents. Then as I go down the hall, an angry husband comes up and starts yelling at me....... end part one
I formally quit my residency today with a signed resignation, returning pagers, ID badges etc.
After selling 16 year old chiropractic business, doing a Caribbean medical school, failing to match for 2 years, teaching in a violent inner city heavily gang-infiltrated and subsisting on a below poverty level income for those 2 years, .... finally matching, moving 1400 miles away from my family, especially painfully from my 4 children. I quit.
It really has been tough. Senior residents say I am cursed with a dark cloud and I believe it.
TODAY : I get up off the bare floor where I sleep, in the smoke filled apartment (my neighbors chain smoke and it seeps through the walls and floor into my non-smoking apartment - which I h-a-t-e ), way before the sun came up. I have no furniture other than my pillow. Largely because I have yet to get paid a penny. Nothing for 2 weeks of orientation lasting 12 hours a day. Nothing for 3 weeks of rotation so far. Some attendings really feel they are doing you a favor to make things as hard as possible, - if you could do something with one step they feel it is a privilege to make you do it in three steps.
I am supposedly doing one of the easier rotations for the year. I was told it would have a census of 2 to 6. No senior resident as its slower. The attending comes around mid day. I have been very busy, more than double what I was told would be my max. Often having more admits in a day than the total census usually is. Skull fractures, partial small bowel obstruction, sickle cell, intrauterine fetal demise,cholecystitis, pancreatitis, urinary tract infections, pyelo, meningitis, gastroenteritis, sepsis, and more.
So first thing this morning I see 2 newborns, and then go visit with their parents. Then as I go down the hall, an angry husband comes up and starts yelling at me....... end part one