Hanging in there

Tomorrow I am on call. I discharged a good 66% of my service yesterday. It means I only have two patients going into call. One with a-fib I am learning to rate control (though seems like we are headed toward amiodarone) who I thought would be a 23 hour obs and is turning into a rock. How is that possible? Oh, you people with experience can probably count the ways. And another nice lady with GBS, who though does take up a lot of my time every day, is teaching me a lot about taking care of a patient in the ICU. Plus I got to do my first central line. I loved it. My medical students were quite jealous. I remember being in their shoes. I am staying late, working hard and feel like I am learning little. I am learning how to survive. I also have a big mouth and probably give bad advice to other interns, but they ask me anyway.

So for my only day off this week (at least I get one), we had lunch with some friends, are swimming at my parents house and are having another couple over later. Oh, and I am working on getting date night planned out for Thursdsay night. We haven't had one since I started residency and my husband keeps reminding me.