Carrying one pager (and not 5)
Residency is still livin’ in the 80s: some of us have fancy pickle phones and others have the great blessing of the electronic medical record known as EPIC, but what we all share is a fierce love/hate relationship with the pager. Now that I’m past my intern days, I carry one, and AT MOST two, beep-hungry little gadgets at any given time.
New (good!) coffee around the hospital(s)
Oh, Redhawk Coffee, where were you when I needed you? Where was your sweet aroma for my 4:30 AM awakenings? Where was your kind barista, your sweet almond milk, your ambiance of peace before the chaos of the day? Anyway I FORGIVE YOU AND THANKS FOR EXISTING.
For the last 1.5 years, I have worn a tiny astronaut on my stethoscope and asked of each child in my primary care clinic, “What do you call this thing?” And for 1.5 years, I have been met with nothing but this response: A spaceman.
A what? Does no child in Pittsburgh know the word astronaut? It has become my humble mission, as pediatrician, as responsible and upstanding citizen, to educate the youth on this important vocabulary word.
On Tuesday, 2/14, one such 8-year-old child went where no Pittsburgh child has gone before and uttered, without prompting, ASTRONAUT.
Be still my heart.
(Who always gets a shout out) for being a flipping beautiful backdrop both for work and running.
Ask the yokozuna how lame I’ve been this week. So lame. We had a ROUSING Valentine’s Day evening of home cooked soup and wine (#tradition), followed by two nights of snoozin’ by 9:30 PM. Marathon training taking it’s toll, I reckon.
What are you digging this week?