Senior Resident

I believe I’ve set a new record for the longest time between blog posts.

I haven’t forgotten that I have a blog.  I actually think about writing quite a lot these days.  But it seems every time I sit down and try to write about my life, the words just don’t seem to flow.  Where to start?  What to say?  What not to say?  And after a few minutes of staring at the screen, I give up.

But today is the day.  Today, I write.  But again, where to start?

I’m a senior resident now.  Actually, I’m almost halfway done with my second year of residency!  It’s amazing how time flies.  I can still remember my first day as a new intern in the ICU.  I remember asking one of the nurses to stop referring to me as “Dr. Howard” because it was giving me palpitations.  And yet, just last month I found myself back in the ICU, as a senior resident, taking care of unstable patients, running codes, placing blind central lines, and basically kicking ass.  It’s amazing how far I’ve come.

Being a senior resident was terrifying at first.  I started off the year as night float senior, covering both brand new night interns as well as running the cardiology service overnight.  I was scared.  I felt so unprepared.  And yet, I wasn’t.  I was ready.  I knew what I was doing.  Somehow, after only a year of training, I had learned how to be a doctor.  I knew how to manage patients.  Most of the time, anyway.

And as I sit here typing this, I realize I am halfway through my residency, and I have so much yet to learn.  So many things I have yet to know, before I graduate, and I’m on my own.  With no one to check my mistakes.  With no one to guide me in the right direction.  And I’m again, terrified.

But the days are long, and there is no time to sit and worry about the future.  I barely know what my plans are for tomorrow.  Every day is a constant battle to keep my head above water.  To eat three meals a day.  To make sure that no one runs out of clean underwear.  And to make sure that there is still milk in the fridge.

Anika is 3 1/2 years old now.  She is the boss.  She runs the show.  She is cuter than ever, and she knows it.  She brings so much life and joy into my world, and yet she drains me of my energy and my patience with her strong-willed persistence.  I hope she never loses it.  But I also hope it isn’t the death of me.

Nick got a job as an airline pilot working for SkyWest.  He spent 2 months this summer in Utah for training.  And now he is based out of Detroit, on call for 3-4 days at a time, living at a crash pad, and coming home sometimes just for 24 hours a time.  I rarely know what city he is in, let alone what time zone.  I miss having him by my side, to help with the chaos.  We hope it is only temporary, and that eventually things will settle down.  We hope he can be based in the same city in which we live.  And we hope that we don’t end up strangers.

I have to take Step 3 of the boards in one week.  Yet another board exam.  That I haven’t studied for.  No matter which hurdle I jump over, there seems to always be another right behind it.  But today I finished a blog post!  And I call that a win.

About emilyehoward

My name is Emily, and I am a Hospitalist in Nebraska. I live with my husband and three beautiful daughters. I hope you enjoy my blog!
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3 Responses to Senior Resident

  1. I am so glad you posted again! I have been thinking about you, fellow mama doc. Glad to hear how things are going for you and your family.

  2. JayP says:

    Hi Emily! I’ve been reading your blog for about a year. I just wanted to let you know how much I have enjoyed reading your journey up to this point. I’m currently attending the same med school as you did so I’m constantly revisiting your old posts and comparing what you did to what we are doing. It helps to give me a glimpse into the future in a way (also lets me see all the obstacles that lay ahead!). But really, your blog is just so inspiring and insightful.

    In a way, isn’t becoming a doctor like climbing those sets of stairs going to anatomy lab? Once your reach the top, you still have to dissect for 3 hours! Anyway, I’ll be rooting for you!

  3. barefootmegz says:

    Welcome back! I’ve had a super slow blogging year too. Have you found that your motivation to blog is super low? Mine has been. I’ve been asking myself “what’s the point?” a lot, even though I have such good memories of a sense of community while blogging. Good luck with Step 3!!

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