<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490</id><updated>2026-07-07T15:39:53.280-05:00</updated><category term="med school"/><category term="medical school"/><category term="med student"/><category term="AMCAS"/><category term="TMDSAS"/><category term="accepted"/><category term="choosing a medical school"/><category term="medical school application"/><category term="medical school interview"/><category term="medicine"/><category term="Green Wing"/><category term="exercise"/><category term="medical Spanish"/><category term="medical specialty"/><category term="medical student"/><category term="translate"/><category term="Austin TX"/><category term="Black Cab"/><category term="Camus"/><category term="Dr. Statham"/><category term="FAFSA"/><category term="I"/><category term="Iron Man 2"/><category term="Jens Lekman"/><category term="MCAT"/><category term="MCAT prep"/><category term="Norway"/><category term="Radiologist"/><category term="Radiology"/><category term="Schopenhauer"/><category term="Spanish"/><category term="circuit training"/><category term="comic books"/><category term="diet"/><category term="doctor"/><category term="eating right"/><category term="existentialism"/><category term="farmville"/><category term="films"/><category term="folk"/><category term="giving up the gun"/><category term="guitar"/><category term="health"/><category term="indie rock"/><category term="internal medicine"/><category term="medical"/><category term="medical school loans"/><category term="philosophy"/><category term="research"/><category term="residency"/><category term="save money"/><category term="selecting a medical school"/><category term="translation"/><category term="vampire weekend"/><category term="writing music"/><title type='text'>Burnt Orange Scrubs - A Doctor&#39;s Foray into the World of Sickness and Health</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey everyone, this is just the blog of a young doctor chronicling the challenges, victory, grief, struggles, and joys we see in medicine on a daily basis.&#xa;&#xa;Come along for the adventure!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Burnt Orange Scrubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06281820077001040210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_64i0rJD7yy8/S3iyoYKa2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9_R241yK8-Q/S220-s113/blog+icon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>482</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490.post-6214810542058598659</id><published>2019-07-23T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2019-07-23T17:09:10.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>originally wrote a long entry but deleted it just now.&amp;nbsp; kind of pulling myself back together.&amp;nbsp; its weird not being a trainee anymore.&amp;nbsp; it&#39;s a lot of adjustment.&amp;nbsp; more tired than I was before, but some aspects are better.&lt;br /&gt;
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i wanted to thank everyone who left comments of support on this blog.&amp;nbsp; i have nothing positive to say about those who had nothing constructive or supportive to say.&amp;nbsp; maybe those people will find happiness and stop being like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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thought about shutting down here, but maybe there are others who will be struggling and they need to know someone like me can get through it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6214810542058598659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2019/07/originally-wrote-long-entry-but-deleted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/6214810542058598659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/6214810542058598659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2019/07/originally-wrote-long-entry-but-deleted.html' title=''/><author><name>Burnt Orange Scrubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06281820077001040210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_64i0rJD7yy8/S3iyoYKa2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9_R241yK8-Q/S220-s113/blog+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490.post-8685424768308758895</id><published>2019-06-10T21:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2019-06-10T21:31:46.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Going to arrange my time off to be 2 weeks straight or more. That way I guess I don&#39;t get into leave of absence problems &lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8685424768308758895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2019/06/going-to-arrange-my-time-off-to-be-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/8685424768308758895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/8685424768308758895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2019/06/going-to-arrange-my-time-off-to-be-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Burnt Orange Scrubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06281820077001040210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_64i0rJD7yy8/S3iyoYKa2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9_R241yK8-Q/S220-s113/blog+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490.post-4365763607589322670</id><published>2019-06-03T06:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2019-06-03T06:11:31.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;About to drive home. Have vacation starting soon. Thought a lot about just taking my dog in my car and never coming back. Never feel rested or better after time off. Probably made a mistake with my life. Maybe it&#39;s the place. Maybe it&#39;s the specialty.&amp;#160; Weighing options. I know I do want to be somewhere different.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for reading &lt;/p&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/2931592350781972527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2019/05/this-almost-feels-like-having-illness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/2931592350781972527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/2931592350781972527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2019/05/this-almost-feels-like-having-illness.html' title=''/><author><name>Burnt Orange Scrubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06281820077001040210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_64i0rJD7yy8/S3iyoYKa2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9_R241yK8-Q/S220-s113/blog+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490.post-1476289378212987557</id><published>2019-05-01T17:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2019-05-01T17:12:41.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Feel empty and tired.&amp;#160; I don&#39;t think I&#39;m who I used to be anymore.&amp;#160; I see all these blog entries and interviews by doctors and they seem so happy. I don&#39;t know how they can truly be happy when everything you do is evaluated for some kind of metric.&amp;#160; I feel that if I stay in medicine I&#39;m going to become some replaceable worker managed by people who aren&#39;t doctors.&amp;#160; They&#39;ll just care about length of stay and press ganey scores and just be harsher to us.&amp;#160; I remember someone telling me about a doctor who was let go by a hospital because he was discharging them appropriately and not keeping them for longer like his peers so the hospital could bill more.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Medicine isn&#39;t what I thought it&#39;d be and i think about walking away from it a lot. I&#39;m sure I could figure out a way to pay off my loans somehow.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Lately I&#39;ve been feeling like some dried out husk. I don&#39;t have any interest in people, food, water, music, cars, or traveling anymore.&amp;#160; Not sure how I&#39;m supposed to feel better.&amp;nbsp; I just feel like some ragged undead &quot;thing&quot; going about life &lt;/p&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8295631770675124403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2019/04/vacation-but-doesnt-really-feel-like-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/8295631770675124403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/8295631770675124403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2019/04/vacation-but-doesnt-really-feel-like-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Burnt Orange Scrubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06281820077001040210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_64i0rJD7yy8/S3iyoYKa2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9_R241yK8-Q/S220-s113/blog+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490.post-151862066579802304</id><published>2019-03-12T06:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2019-03-12T06:21:11.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Walking home.&amp;nbsp; Haven&#39;t felt this exhausted in a long time.&amp;nbsp; The longer I stay in medicine it seems the more I want to leave it. I think about walking away from it often. It&#39;s not like anyone would miss me or has been begging me to stay.&amp;nbsp; I could do something different but I guess I&#39;d need more solid plans and probably backup plans.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could be numb to all the bad personalities in medicine, that could make a difference.&amp;nbsp; I often feel like I don&#39;t matter as a doctor or person, but there gets to be a lot of paperwork if I want to take time off.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I can&#39;t win.&amp;nbsp; I remember being more full of life and personality than the current me. Maybe there isn&#39;t wellness in medicine the more I think about it. &lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/151862066579802304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2019/03/walking-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/151862066579802304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/151862066579802304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2019/03/walking-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Burnt Orange Scrubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06281820077001040210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_64i0rJD7yy8/S3iyoYKa2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9_R241yK8-Q/S220-s113/blog+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490.post-8920454858143518323</id><published>2019-03-10T14:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2019-03-10T14:49:29.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Hardly ever write here anymore or even do anything else than sleep.&amp;nbsp; I think I&#39;m just trying to escape the world by staying in bed.&amp;nbsp; Wish things were different &lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8920454858143518323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2019/03/hardly-ever-write-here-anymore-or-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/8920454858143518323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/8920454858143518323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2019/03/hardly-ever-write-here-anymore-or-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Burnt Orange Scrubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06281820077001040210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_64i0rJD7yy8/S3iyoYKa2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9_R241yK8-Q/S220-s113/blog+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490.post-6994916075485392610</id><published>2019-02-21T06:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2019-02-21T06:44:46.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Finally have my new place put together.&amp;nbsp; I threw out a lot of things prior to the move after I felt like I wouldn&#39;t really need them.&amp;nbsp; Donated most of my clothes and books, things that will get more use instead of being in my closet.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t really feel like I&#39;m much about possessions anymore.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;d rather just have a few outfits and digital format books.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t feel like medicine is really right for me at this moment but maybe I should give it more time. I already threw a lot of years of my life at it anyway &lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6994916075485392610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2019/02/finally-have-my-new-place-put-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/6994916075485392610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/6994916075485392610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2019/02/finally-have-my-new-place-put-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Burnt Orange Scrubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06281820077001040210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_64i0rJD7yy8/S3iyoYKa2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9_R241yK8-Q/S220-s113/blog+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490.post-5411836164641663210</id><published>2019-01-21T11:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2019-01-21T11:23:54.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I ended up moving.&amp;nbsp; It was more work than I thought. I thought a new place for a new year would be a good idea. I haven&#39;t looked at any comments that might have been left so I apologize.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5411836164641663210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2019/01/i-ended-up-moving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/5411836164641663210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/5411836164641663210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2019/01/i-ended-up-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>Burnt Orange Scrubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06281820077001040210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_64i0rJD7yy8/S3iyoYKa2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9_R241yK8-Q/S220-s113/blog+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490.post-4515855300226956205</id><published>2018-12-03T05:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2018-12-03T05:09:18.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;What I hope is for time to pass quickly.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could just go to sleep and wake up and be done with residency. Just need to get through it &lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4515855300226956205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2018/12/what-i-hope-is-for-time-to-pass-quickly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/4515855300226956205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/4515855300226956205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2018/12/what-i-hope-is-for-time-to-pass-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>Burnt Orange Scrubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06281820077001040210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_64i0rJD7yy8/S3iyoYKa2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9_R241yK8-Q/S220-s113/blog+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490.post-1000445250866312047</id><published>2018-11-14T21:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2018-11-14T21:43:42.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Got pretty sick so I haven&#39;t been writing.&amp;nbsp; Kept going to work sick.&amp;nbsp; Wish I could just sleep things away and wake up and things would be better.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t feel like I&#39;m enjoying everything and thriving like some people look like.&amp;nbsp; Saw a case of mistreatment but I couldn&#39;t do anything about it.&amp;nbsp; At least there&#39;s no stopping the clock.&amp;nbsp; A day at a time&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1000445250866312047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2018/11/got-pretty-sick-so-i-havent-been-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/1000445250866312047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/1000445250866312047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2018/11/got-pretty-sick-so-i-havent-been-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Burnt Orange Scrubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06281820077001040210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_64i0rJD7yy8/S3iyoYKa2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9_R241yK8-Q/S220-s113/blog+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490.post-8162565779697958514</id><published>2018-10-22T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2018-10-22T06:00:15.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I wonder where I go from here.&amp;#160; I feel like I&#39;ve found a path in a dark forest and I&#39;m wandering along it.&amp;nbsp; A little less lost. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I have a friend who I think might be doing worse than me. I talk to them a few times a week and I don&#39;t know how to help them.&amp;#160; Nothing I say really helps them. I recommended professional help but I don&#39;t think they&#39;ve had the time for it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve also been feeling nostalgic. Not even for very far back but thinking about being at home with family the past few years.&amp;#160; It feels like the periods between time off get longer and longer. I just want that peace again. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I read some quote the other day that says not to let words control how you feel, because then that means people are controlling you. It makes sense.&amp;#160; I think now I only stay affected for a long time about 25% of how much I previously used to.&amp;nbsp; I dread everyday of work and the people around me echo what I feel from time to time. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I really just want to get away from here.&amp;nbsp; Thank you everyone who is still reading my entries. I feel like a lot of you are the stars at night, out there providing light and guidance. &lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8162565779697958514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2018/10/i-wonder-where-i-go-from-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/8162565779697958514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/8162565779697958514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2018/10/i-wonder-where-i-go-from-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Burnt Orange Scrubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06281820077001040210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_64i0rJD7yy8/S3iyoYKa2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9_R241yK8-Q/S220-s113/blog+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490.post-1248947194339496323</id><published>2018-09-30T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2018-09-30T22:11:00.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I feel emotionally sick.&amp;nbsp; I feel unwell.&amp;nbsp; I feel dread, and feel too weak to face the rest of residency.&amp;nbsp; If I get through it, I feel like I&#39;ll just barely scrape by.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m almost always scared of just having a breakdown.&amp;nbsp; But since I&#39;ve never really had one, I guess my chances are good to not have one.&amp;nbsp; I skipped dinner and don&#39;t really know when the next time I&#39;ll want to eat is going to be.&amp;nbsp; I just foresee one of those bad moods where I just don&#39;t want to put forth an effort for myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just with what I&#39;ve gone through these past years, I don&#39;t feel proud of myself.&amp;nbsp; Residency has damaged my sense of self-worth, and I&#39;m someone who used to have a lot of will to persevere.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not proud of being a doctor.&amp;nbsp; I have no joy in my work.&amp;nbsp; There&#39;s a mountain of loans behind me I&#39;m paying off, living paycheck to paycheck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess years of being told you&#39;re not good enough and being made to feel inadequate are getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Medicine is an abusive world and I&#39;ve heard of much worse situations than the one I&#39;m in from other people.&amp;nbsp; The long hours, the low pay, the high stress, the anxiety of living up to expectations, getting torn down by people I work with over the course of years does nothing to help me.&amp;nbsp; There were times I thought it made me stronger, but it was just me swallowing poison and becoming slightly resistant to it.&lt;br /&gt;
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My posts are probably hard to read.&amp;nbsp; They&#39;re probably fragmented and jump around from topic to topic.&amp;nbsp; That&#39;s just what happens with expressive writing, I guess.&amp;nbsp; I just wanted to talk about that briefly as I&#39;ve been self-conscious about it almost daily.&lt;br /&gt;
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For the person who a long time ago commented I&#39;m brave for writing this blog, thank you.&amp;nbsp; I want to be like those people at work who just let everything bead off of them and at least outwardly look like they&#39;re unfazed and nothing bothers them and they&#39;re just so over everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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If anything, I just feel like those artists or musicians or whatever that are known for doing what they do, but just suffer deeply in a dark world they can&#39;t escape.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I really want to be the person who says &quot;Hey, accept me for the way I am.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m also sick of this place&quot; and then no one bothers them.&amp;nbsp; I think that might be what I need to do to survive.&amp;nbsp; I think I need to say &quot;You know what, I&#39;m sick of being treated like this.&quot;&amp;nbsp; The only problem is I&#39;d likely get disciplined and have my reputation damaged.&amp;nbsp; There are people I know who the attendings have problems with and you don&#39;t stop hearing about it.&amp;nbsp; But then they seem to be progressing through the program, so I guess it can&#39;t be that damaging.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess you can be sad and allow yourself to be chipped away at until you become dust, or you can find something to make you stronger.&amp;nbsp; I think you might just have to meet the aggression you&#39;re unfairly given.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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But then I guess not, because I don&#39;t think that would realistically help anything or anyone.&amp;nbsp; It would just lead to the escalation of problems.&amp;nbsp; I guess you do have to just let yourself get chipped away at just wait until you have time to glue yourself back together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess I will be passive and try to repair myself when I can, and just find ways to be strong.&amp;nbsp; I feel alone in a storm.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m a doctor, but I feel like someone forgotten in a dark, rainy night, repeating things to myself to make me feel like I have something to hold onto or look forward to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I wish this darkness would pass.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1395869212253937575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2018/09/i-feel-like-my-last-post-wasnt-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/1395869212253937575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/1395869212253937575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2018/09/i-feel-like-my-last-post-wasnt-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Burnt Orange Scrubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06281820077001040210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_64i0rJD7yy8/S3iyoYKa2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9_R241yK8-Q/S220-s113/blog+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490.post-4714836327645351678</id><published>2018-08-30T06:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2018-08-30T06:25:39.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I have about a week off coming up where I plan to just pack my dog and things and go on a trip.&amp;nbsp; I think the feeling of movement and just getting away from where I live helps me cope.&amp;nbsp; I got my dog a special car seat and we&#39;re just going to find a nice place to go on long walks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I just want to be away from everything in silence and peace.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I can find a creek to sit by and just coalesce back into a whole person for a while.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I wish my trips could last forever.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4714836327645351678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2018/08/i-have-about-week-off-coming-up-where-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/4714836327645351678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/4714836327645351678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2018/08/i-have-about-week-off-coming-up-where-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Burnt Orange Scrubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06281820077001040210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_64i0rJD7yy8/S3iyoYKa2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9_R241yK8-Q/S220-s113/blog+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490.post-5865035052093489887</id><published>2018-08-27T06:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2018-08-27T06:14:22.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;It&#39;s been a rough past few months as usual.&amp;#160; I don&#39;t know if things are really getting better, but I know I&#39;m not really happy as a person.&amp;#160; The long hours and disrupted sleep patterns maybe aren&#39;t so bad, but the work environment pushes me to want to leave medicine all together. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t think it&#39;d be smart to share what kind of things are said or done to me, but I feel like if I worked in a different job, it&#39;d be considered hazing.&amp;#160; Nothing I can do will change anything because I&#39;m just some temporary unimportant trainee.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Last week was terrible.&amp;nbsp; Really the only good things in my life are my dog and the fact I&#39;m eating healthier and don&#39;t nearly drink as much anymore (I started back up but now it&#39;s only two beers going out with people I know).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I wake up early and drive to work just thinking about how people are going to to treat me.&amp;nbsp; The hurt just piles up, but no one cares.&amp;nbsp; I try hard on this blog to be professional and not swear.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s pretty hard.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t know if I&#39;m just at the wrong program or just in the wrong field.&amp;nbsp; What gets me down the most is that I&#39;m safe, cautious, and reasonable, but people just literally are snide and mean to be over nothing that affects the patient.&amp;nbsp; I guess I&#39;ve taken this much abuse and I can take more.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I have to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
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I usually don&#39;t feel a certain way without a reason.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve been exercising and eating better and hardly drinking any alcohol or coffee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I just need a change of scenery or something.&amp;nbsp; I went on a few short road trips by myself a while ago and that was cool.&amp;nbsp; I like driving and just going somewhere with minimal belongings and life distractions.&amp;nbsp; Just gotta get rid of this weird feeling.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8947885493258664754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2018/08/i-feel-pretty-irritable-today-and-feel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/8947885493258664754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/8947885493258664754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2018/08/i-feel-pretty-irritable-today-and-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Burnt Orange Scrubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06281820077001040210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_64i0rJD7yy8/S3iyoYKa2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9_R241yK8-Q/S220-s113/blog+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490.post-5604772862764691559</id><published>2018-08-09T06:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2018-08-09T06:33:16.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve been trying to get myself to write a little more consistently.&amp;#160; Lately I&#39;ve been falling asleep as soon as I get home on a regular work day or post call, without much time left to do anything else, except for taking care of my dog. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I think I take better care of my dog than myself, honestly.&amp;#160; She seems like the only good part of my life right now, since she&#39;s just a happy, comforting, loving dog.&amp;#160; We take a lot of naps together.&amp;#160; She just wants to see me and go on walks and I just want to be there taking care of her. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;When I&#39;m at work, I can&#39;t help but feel like being someone else.&amp;#160; I wish I could start over and have a different identity and different career.&amp;#160; It&#39;s an escapist dream.&amp;nbsp; I think of life being better and me being a positive person, I think of not being around people who make me feel bad about myself and take their stress out on me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I&#39;m waiting for a positive, major transition phase in my life.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not sure what it would be, but I wouldn&#39;t mind if it helped me get through these days. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5604772862764691559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2018/08/ive-been-trying-to-get-myself-to-write.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/5604772862764691559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/5604772862764691559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2018/08/ive-been-trying-to-get-myself-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Burnt Orange Scrubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06281820077001040210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_64i0rJD7yy8/S3iyoYKa2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9_R241yK8-Q/S220-s113/blog+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490.post-594781648561948294</id><published>2018-08-06T06:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2018-08-06T06:10:43.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I woke up the other day thinking I&#39;m meant to be happy.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I think this is the lowest point of my life even though I&#39;m spending it helping take care of people. &lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/594781648561948294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2018/08/i-woke-up-other-day-thinking-im-meant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/594781648561948294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336177060257327490/posts/default/594781648561948294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burntorangescrubs.blogspot.com/2018/08/i-woke-up-other-day-thinking-im-meant.html' title=''/><author><name>Burnt Orange Scrubs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06281820077001040210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//2.bp.blogspot.com/_64i0rJD7yy8/S3iyoYKa2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9_R241yK8-Q/S220-s113/blog+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336177060257327490.post-5849063861689404153</id><published>2018-08-03T09:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2018-08-03T09:45:24.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I&#39;m disillusioned with my medical training.&amp;#160; I was expecting to be around people who engage with you meaningfully to help you become a better doctor but 90% of my interactions are being checked on to see if I charted something a certain way or prescribed a certain thing yet. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;My training feels like independent study when I feel like it shouldn&#39;t be, especially with critically ill patients.&amp;nbsp; But things won&#39;t change.&amp;nbsp; They&#39;ve been this way for decades.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://youtu.be/vID8NfO561o&quot;&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vID8NfO561o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Things are somewhat better, though I feel I can never be rested enough while balancing studying and self care and bills and every other responsibility.&amp;nbsp; The other day I felt like I saw a light on the surface of a vast, dark sea that has been my training in medicine.&amp;nbsp; I think I might be able to reach it.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Some things might actually get better, though, because I have time off coming up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I no longer worry about sleeping the day away on days off because each day leaves me feeling like an orange that has had all its juice squeezed out.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I just like being in the dark by myself or with my dog next to me in silence or with music that makes me feel better because I&#39;m&amp;#160; overstimulated on a daily basis. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t really feel a connection with my&amp;#160; peers at work because they never really say much to me in conversation. I guess they don&#39;t know what to say.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I feel like the blog readers connect with me better, for being strangers. Maybe people in person don&#39;t like to talk about their challenges.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve had more support through my blog than I&#39;ve had in person, maybe for that reason, maybe for some others. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Medicine has really taken a toll on me in ways I&#39;ve been describing for months.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t know if the psychological or physical toll has been the worst. I just know I&#39;ve really been changed.&amp;nbsp; Often, I imagine looking through a window observing my past self, younger and with actual balance between work and life.&amp;nbsp; I had night shifts but they weren&#39;t as long or intense as what I have now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;So far, I&#39;d say things are somewhat more of a bad dream than a nightmare, for reasons I can describe later.&amp;nbsp; Maybe things will just become like a neutral dream.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Someone once told me regarding residency &quot;They can abuse you all they want, but remember it&#39;s just temporary.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Seems like a very long time ahead of me, but I think I just need to take things a week or a month at a time depending on how exhausting and trying things get. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I need to continue to write so people can know what being a doctor is like, and that many of us have a difficult time.&amp;nbsp; I never thought medicine would be easy, but I never thought there&#39;d be so many things like personalities and administrative things that would wear me out even more on top of the work related stress. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Thank you for reading &lt;br&gt;
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