The Doctor with the White Steth

I was reading some of the older posts. I have grown a lot but still a kid when it comes to certain things. I have decided to be more open about things. I find this place a safe place to vent out my feelings and emotions. Therefore, some of the post will not make sense to a lot of people but it is just a medium for me to express some of my crazy thoughts, dreams and emotions. I have always struggled with my feelings and emotions. Honestly, I have buried myself in work so I do not have free time to think about the heavy stuff! Working in the ICU helps me concentrate on making life and death decisions rather than thinking about my problems and feelings. Still struggling though! Let me tell you what happened to me yesterday!  I was on call in the ICU overnight I went to grab a Kit Kat from the vending machine. I went there and got it. When I opened the wrap, it was melted. I was so heart broken. I really wanted one! I could have really used it since I was struggling with so many thin

Guys I have a good and a bad news. I have been appointed as the new chief resident of Providence Hospital, Washington DC for the year 2017-2018. This was pretty shocking!! I was not expecting this like I was not expecting my mom to get really sick! I do not know whether to be happy about my chief residency or sad for my mom. Every day I think about her and the consequences of her diagnosis. I do not know how she will fight the cancer alone. I am thousands of miles away from her. She is in Pakistan and I am in DC! Hopefully things will work out! 

Coming back again after almost a year. Residency has been tough. 2nd year is tougher than intern year. A lot of stuff have happened. Between my personal life to professional, my professional life has been more steady. Al though some days like yesterday, I came home after finishing 24hr ICU call on Sunday. I was exhausted! I started my day with a sign out from the other senior. I spent time rounding with my Program Director till 4 pm. In between, I admitted a Jehovah's Witness who was bleeding to death. Then at night, I ended up seeing a stupid consult and admitted another patient at 0300. I slept for an hour between 0500 and 0600. I get paged 45 mins before the end of my shift for two admissions by the ER physician. Seriously I was pissed off and told her politely that I can do one and I won't be able to admit two since my shift is ending at 0745. Then I spent the next 4 hours signing out to the intensivist and the ICU senior resident. After 11 am, I was finishing up my two H