Do I miss home? . . . . . . Every single day.

In Med school I count down to the days I will be graduating, or going home. Vacays are still a possibility.

Now I count down to . . . . God knows when my next trip home will be. It is really a sad reality. But I do miss home very much. Very very much.

The Da Vinci

Managed to lay my hand on one of these a couple days ago and played with it for a bit. Pretty impressive feel and visualization. It definitely my first time seeing a lobectomy done by this spider-looking machine.

Throughout the case, I had to be next to the Da Vinci arms adjusting ports and stuff, and was whack by the arms several times. Painful I have to say. The scrub nurses kept laughing at me. According to the attending, I have many of such experiences to come. Definitely need to culture a dodging habit.

Nonetheless, an amazing experience!

A start

Residency is like . . . . .

I can't really think of anything sophisticated to describe it, and my brain is also too fried to think of anything. But I have to say it is awesome. Much better than being a medical student. It was nerve wrecking and terrifying at the start, and at times it still is, but there is a tiny satisfaction that comes with each discharged patient, or when the pager doesn't ring for 5 hours straight, or when you sneaked a 3 hr nap on call. I really don't think any other job in the world can reproduce such feelings. For me at least.

The best part of residency is, knowing that I've made the right choice. When I drag my feet to work every morning at 5am I always questions myself on the choices I've made, and when I reach home only when the sky turns dark that question mark grows bigger. But when I see my name being assigned to an OR case, I literally feel like jumping through the roof. I knew I made the right pick then.