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The other night on call, I was just getting KILLED in the ER handling trauma after trauma after trauma. Now I admit, I am not a big fan of trauma at all... especially since I assisted an I&D of a perirectal abscess early in the evening and could not get that horrible anal pus smell out of my nose... Every breath I took through my nose I could smell that ass pus. And when I finally found my way to the call room at around 2:00AM and started to doze off I got called BACK TO THE ER.....
Anyway, I realized that after 8 weeks of my internship, working my ass off, not getting to the OR much, and getting reamed by a certain maniacal attending on a daily basis (funny at first and now quite the opposite), not seeing my girl hardly at all, and my family/friends even less... well I asked myself the dreaded question: Was gen surg the right choice?
Don't get me wrong, there have been moments of sheer ecstasy when I bounce down the hallways feeling awesome... like when I placed three unassisted central lines in a row in about 90 minutes, or when I got to do a lap choly basically all the way through, or when I spent one call night with four other interns just f***ing around the hospital all night.
But I am beginning to believe that this career is going to snuff out all of my other interests, and subdue each and every one of my personal relationships. I may possibly become a great surgeon... that's true. But at what cost? I do not feel that giving up that much is worth it. But then it just may be too early to make a judgement like that. Perhaps I am just going through some intern-type emotional crap. Or maybe I'm just not cut out to be a surgeon. I don't have that answer right now. This is seriously bothering me.
Anyway, I have decided to give it six months. I am going to focus solely on my internship, and not worry about anything else. At the end of six months though I am going to seriously look at my life, my satisfaction level, the sacrifices, and in general do some real "soul-searching" (man I hate that term), and then basically re-evaluate the Grand Plan of The Life of Celiac Plexus.
I mean, I love surgery, and I really do value the privilege of being able to have the opportunity to be a surgeon. However I know that I am not comfortable with giving up everything else in my life.
One of the chiefs here has turned out to be a real friend, and one night he was feeling expansive, and expressed that he had given up all of his other interests to his career choice. He is really cool and funny, and he is not the stereotypical type A analboy that people joke about. He is kind of wacky and fun. He is also generally acknowledged as being one of the, if not the, best residents in the program. But as he was rambling on about all he had sacrificed, I really listened hard. I didn't say anything because I was waiting for him to say something like, "...but it has definitely been worth it." But he didn't. He just finfished it off with a snappy little remark like, "Ya gotta grow up some time!" And kind of laughed off his statements.
Man. So many questions... no answers.
Anyway, I realized that after 8 weeks of my internship, working my ass off, not getting to the OR much, and getting reamed by a certain maniacal attending on a daily basis (funny at first and now quite the opposite), not seeing my girl hardly at all, and my family/friends even less... well I asked myself the dreaded question: Was gen surg the right choice?
Don't get me wrong, there have been moments of sheer ecstasy when I bounce down the hallways feeling awesome... like when I placed three unassisted central lines in a row in about 90 minutes, or when I got to do a lap choly basically all the way through, or when I spent one call night with four other interns just f***ing around the hospital all night.
But I am beginning to believe that this career is going to snuff out all of my other interests, and subdue each and every one of my personal relationships. I may possibly become a great surgeon... that's true. But at what cost? I do not feel that giving up that much is worth it. But then it just may be too early to make a judgement like that. Perhaps I am just going through some intern-type emotional crap. Or maybe I'm just not cut out to be a surgeon. I don't have that answer right now. This is seriously bothering me.
Anyway, I have decided to give it six months. I am going to focus solely on my internship, and not worry about anything else. At the end of six months though I am going to seriously look at my life, my satisfaction level, the sacrifices, and in general do some real "soul-searching" (man I hate that term), and then basically re-evaluate the Grand Plan of The Life of Celiac Plexus.
I mean, I love surgery, and I really do value the privilege of being able to have the opportunity to be a surgeon. However I know that I am not comfortable with giving up everything else in my life.
One of the chiefs here has turned out to be a real friend, and one night he was feeling expansive, and expressed that he had given up all of his other interests to his career choice. He is really cool and funny, and he is not the stereotypical type A analboy that people joke about. He is kind of wacky and fun. He is also generally acknowledged as being one of the, if not the, best residents in the program. But as he was rambling on about all he had sacrificed, I really listened hard. I didn't say anything because I was waiting for him to say something like, "...but it has definitely been worth it." But he didn't. He just finfished it off with a snappy little remark like, "Ya gotta grow up some time!" And kind of laughed off his statements.
Man. So many questions... no answers.