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  1. hey lech,

    I read a bunch of the entries in your sister’s blog.
    very interesting!

    I think blogging about residency is a great idea.
    If only for a couple of lines a day.
    So much happens on any given day in a hospital
    it’s no wonder they always have hospital dramas
    on tv.

    I’ve noticed that many female residents plan on
    pregnancy during that time, the benefits are good
    and after residency it’s not as easy to plan because
    of all the professional obligations hitting you at
    once.

    It’s scary intubating a person. I had a few chances
    at it as a resident.
    You get about a one minute window to get the tube
    past the vocal chords and down the right hole,
    otherwise the patient is not breathing.
    These days however they have a CO2 monitor that
    tells the doc if the patient is getting oxygen.
    in the old days there were more mistakes during
    intubation.

    Anesthesiologists literally hold the patient’s life
    in thier hands once the patient is put out.

  2. wait you let an alleycat on your SOFA? you might not have cat allergies you might actually have Parvo or Ringworm.
    maybe im confused, is this just someone ELSE’s cat like a neighbor? or like an actual feral type cat?
    *rob*

  3. Rob has never, even once, gotten under my skin until just now.

    I am officially the last person on the OT Rob has never pissed off.

    And then there were none.

    Guh-ross Rob. Seriously.

  4. Cobble – Do you really have to deny her access? You’ll soon be working & out most of the day anyway. Just really Hoover rugs & upholstery to get out residual hair & you’ll probably be fine w/ the lessened exposure.

  5. Sorry Pete, she was never one of my favorites, for some reason. I seemed to have gone through my teen years without her. Now, Janice Ian, who is depressing enough to make you contemplete suicide, had a great comeback album in ’74, which I played the grooves off of. “Seventeen” was the song of my sad teenage life.

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