<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 02 Feb 2014 01:22:40 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>life</category><category>medical school</category><category>medical student</category><category>medicine</category><category>learning</category><category>clinical experience</category><category>third year</category><category>osteopathic medicine</category><category>reflection</category><category>clerkship</category><category>D.O.</category><category>OMM</category><category>patient 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disease</category><category>inspiration</category><category>language</category><category>lottery</category><category>lunch</category><category>marathon</category><category>mastectomy</category><category>medical student syndrome</category><category>meditation</category><category>moving</category><category>new year</category><category>oath</category><category>online dating</category><category>operation</category><category>organ harvest</category><category>patient advocate</category><category>pericardial effusion</category><category>pericardial window</category><category>philosophy</category><category>skull</category><category>social life</category><category>spirit</category><category>strangers</category><category>study buddy</category><category>time</category><category>together people</category><category>tradition</category><category>transplant</category><category>triage</category><category>white coat</category><category>women&#39;s health</category><category>writer&#39;s block</category><category>zen</category><title>D.O.ctor</title><description>Anecdotes of a non-traditional, osteopathic medical student.</description><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-9189304608472338093</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2012 20:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-26T16:26:29.020-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clerkship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clinical experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">doctor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Internal Medicine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lessons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medicine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">patient advocate</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">patient care</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rotations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rounding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">third year</category><title>On Unrelated Symptoms &amp; Patient Advocacy</title><atom:summary type="text">Sometimes you think you know, but you really don&#39;t. Other times you convince yourself you don&#39;t know, but you actually do. But the moments when you&#39;re absolutely sure you know...well, those are the ones you have to hold onto and refuse to let go. Let me explain...

It was my second month of Internal Medicine, way back in September. I was in the process of admitting a new patient and I was running</atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2012/05/on-unrelated-symptoms-patient-advocacy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-4923185955024794833</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2012 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-26T14:49:35.793-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clinical experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">learning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lessons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medical student</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medicine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">obgyn</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnancy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reflection</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rotations</category><title>A Complicated Catch</title><atom:summary type="text">She was young, really young. That was the first thought that popped into my head when I walked into the birthing suite on the L&amp;D floor. The mom-to-be was laughing at a joke her boyfriend had just cracked, something about her insides being on the outside when the baby came out. That may have been an amusing punchline, but I remember thinking to myself that they will be surprised by what actually </atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2012/05/complicated-catch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-7277254451281983314</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 03:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-13T23:15:10.253-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clerkship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clinical experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">doctor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">learning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medicine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">obgyn</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rotations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">surgery</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">third year</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women&#39;s health</category><title>When It All Felt Right</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m sitting on my porch, leaning back in the deck chair and draining the last dregs of tea from my mug. The air is thick with the scent of hyacinth, my lungs filling with a floral perfume with every breath. And I&#39;m looking out onto the distant mountains, gleaming bright green in the sunlight of the afternoon. 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There was a day of three back-back cases of pus-oozing abscesses. Fun times. And there was another day with sports-related issues: wrestling mat herpes, concussions, sprained ankles. There was even a week chock full of visits when I would have two patients at a time. A parent and a child or two siblings. But the </atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2012/05/couple-of-patients.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-5653165549900958949</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 04:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-09T00:37:05.882-04:00</atom:updated><title>My Voice</title><atom:summary type="text">To say it has been a while would be an understatement. And as the days have ticked by, it felt harder and harder for me to return to this space that once felt like home. The distance between me and my writing grew, and I drifted away from the motivation that kept me returning here. 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This is,</atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2012/02/finding-love-in-medicine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-2867720203063364809</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 22:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-15T22:25:16.108-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pediatrics</category><title>Physical Exam on a Teddy Bear</title><atom:summary type="text">He was blueberry blue, about 10 inches tall, and he looked like he had been through a lot of adventures on the playground. Up until that point, I had never done a physical exam on a teddy bear, but there&#39;s a first for everything...

My actual patient was a five year old boy who came in with his mom, a chief complaint of night terrors. And the plush toy at hand, who I later learned was named Buddy</atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2012/01/physical-exam-on-teddy-bear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-3348742476926040166</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 21:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-15T16:20:52.904-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">new year</category><title>A New Year</title><atom:summary type="text">Two weeks into the new year, and I&#39;ve got to say 2012 ain&#39;t so bad folks. Spent the Christmas holiday with family, NYE with friends and super tasty food including a cannoli competition. But I&#39;ve got to be honest, there were many times when I wanted to be back at the office seeing patients. Yes, I admit I&#39;m a nerd, but it&#39;s a huge sense of relief to feel that way. It means I really enjoy it, and I</atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqvRyvBO7fo/TxNCpbya_oI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Tvx3rYeeZkI/s72-c/blogpic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-6167450311285415809</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 14:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-26T09:29:00.916-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">challenge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cooking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">failure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fear</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">learning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lessons</category><title>On Poaching an Egg and Lessons Learned</title><atom:summary type="text">I wasn&#39;t much of a fan of eggs growing up. Perhaps that&#39;s because I was always served scrambled eggs all the time. It&#39;s a weird texture, isn&#39;t it? But as an adult, I slowly began to incorporate eggs into my weekly diet. They first emerged on the Sunday breakfast menu, accompanying pancakes drenched in maple syrup. But then I started exploring the oeuf, as the french would say. Omelettes, </atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-poaching-egg-and-lessons-learned.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5QfvNjzN28/TvIsHyNWBvI/AAAAAAAAALM/KMoFsnYp1rs/s72-c/DSCN0067.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-4307549679585219156</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 16:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-22T11:55:28.080-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clinical experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">doctor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">learning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lessons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medical student</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medicine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">patient care</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reflection</category><title>The People We Meet</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve been thinking about the people I&#39;ve met throughout my life. The people I&#39;ve come across in the various places I&#39;ve lived. It&#39;s fascinating how we can form relationships with so many different people; some can become a permanent fixture in your life, and some people come and go. But they all have an impact, no matter how big or small, the people you meet have an effect on your life.

I&#39;ve </atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2011/12/people-we-meet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sqaeWEiCOVg/TvDMNoV3Y8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/LNfXNaPLrHE/s72-c/shot_1324311564063.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-2150683023687982430</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-21T09:55:01.196-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">goodness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><title>In Need of Some Inspiration</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s gray and dreary outside, and while I enjoy weather that reminds me of London, I&#39;m in need of a little inspiration today. Sometimes it&#39;s nice to give my brain a rest and let some photos tell the story...



I wouldn&#39;t mind a bit of sunshine right about now. Some mossy grass to lay on while I listen to the lulling sounds of a riverbank. That&#39;s exactly what I did in the summer when I first </atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-need-of-some-inspiration.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sOmdG8ezV4k/Tu_7f7nXtQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/SEfWRTX82y4/s72-c/DSCN0029.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-3087180491168372415</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 17:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-21T23:32:37.335-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clinical experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cranial</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">D.O.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">HVLA</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">muscle energy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">OMM</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">OMT</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">osteopathic medicine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">palpation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">patient care</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">student physician</category><title>OMM and the After Effect</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve written about OMM&#39;s physically therapeutic benefits in several posts, but as D.O.s we know that the mental and physical aspects of health are tied together. And the more patients I see in the clinic, the more I understand the psychological component of OMT.

I saw a patient a few weeks ago who had been through numerous traumatic events over the course of ten years. She&#39;s a regular at the </atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2011/12/omm-and-after-effect.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyu8_dVnkK0/Tu9l8zcm1mI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1bTalrxnywU/s72-c/shot_1324310972367.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-3510161562764629731</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2011 05:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-17T00:28:59.523-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clerkship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clinical experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medicine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rotations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">third year</category><title>Hello, Family Medicine</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m four weeks into my Family Medicine rotation, and I&#39;m loving it. Love. It. I relish in the fact there&#39;s a structure and an order to the day. This is a refreshing and very welcome difference from the days of surgery. Hey, some people prefer the thrill of not knowing what may happen next. Me? I like stability and knowing that the schedule will be printed out and on the desk each morning. I also </atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-family-medicine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-1572568051847167616</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 00:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-27T21:21:59.242-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">goodness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holiday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">London</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nostalgia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reflection</category><title>Thankful</title><atom:summary type="text">As usual, I&#39;m a little late with this Thanksgiving-inspired post. But it was nice to be home and be unplugged for a bit. Leave the computer and phone at home, and go for a walk down my favorite road in my hometown - the one canopied by towering trees and lined by Victorian houses. Not so bad...

It was during my three and a half hour drive home that I started thinking about holidays past. There&#39;s</atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-2146608102004127214</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2011 23:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-22T18:55:00.207-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">balance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><title>It&#39;s About Time</title><atom:summary type="text">Five days housebound with the sinus infection from Hell, I&#39;ve had quite some time to think. Think about the things on my impending shelf exam. Mull over my clinical experience thus far. Muse over this blog and how it&#39;s become an essential part of my time. Ponder what it is I want, what I really want. And you know what, it&#39;s about time for a change.

If I were to give myself an evaluation of my </atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-about-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-1762134422145025904</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-20T18:45:05.240-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">anatomy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">autopsy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medicine</category><title>Autopsy</title><atom:summary type="text">We headed down to the basement where a group had gathered by the entrance to the morgue. Word had spread that an autopsy was going to be performed in Pathology, and many had the same idea - take advantage of this learning opportunity.

It was a familiar setting that brought me back to the first semester of first year. The body laying on the cold steel, the instruments laid out to make the first </atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2011/11/autopsy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-4702964674739962195</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 14:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-12T18:46:26.793-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">London</category><title>My Walk to Remember</title><atom:summary type="text">This is the one I&#39;ve been wanting to write for quite some time now. I&#39;ve started and stopped over the years, but now I&#39;m determined to get it right, to capture for you the best moment I had in London. My gift to you. I expect this was the kind of experience that I will never forget, and when I close my eyes I can imagine I&#39;m there...

There&#39;s the tourist version that comes to mind when most </atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-walk-to-remember.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-509989449435504496</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 00:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-11T19:23:55.138-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clerkship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clinical experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">D.O.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medical student</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medicine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">OMM</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">OMT</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">osteopathic medicine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">palpation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">patient care</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rotations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">student physician</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">third year</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">touch</category><title>OMM Clinic</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s been a while since I&#39;ve written about OMM. Then again, it&#39;s been a while since I&#39;ve been to OMM clinic. What with surgical cases in the afternoon and driving back and forth between the two hospitals, I haven&#39;t had an opportunity to make it to the clinic. I know, I know...shame on me. Sometimes it&#39;s just nice to stay in one place, stick to one schedule, and not bounce around from one thing to</atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2011/11/omm-clinic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-6830407987563045306</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 03:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-10T22:17:09.759-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Follow-Up to a Very Bad Day</title><atom:summary type="text">Here&#39;s what I&#39;ve learned from yesterday&#39;s events...

- My capacity to rebound from awful situations is more than I think. It may take a little extra time, but it&#39;s possible. And humor. I am capable of laughing at myself the day after a horrid day. It helps.

- There are really good people out there, people who have had their own bad days and who kindly shared their thoughts with me. It boggles my</atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2011/11/follow-up-to-very-bad-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-6969107129639986371</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 21:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-13T20:15:34.765-05:00</atom:updated><title>One of Those Soul-Crushing Days</title><atom:summary type="text">I woke up this morning thinking &quot;it&#39;s nice out, this might be a good day.&quot; It turns out I should have stayed in bed...

Awful. That&#39;s the only way I can describe it. It was during office hours when we were waiting for the next patient to show up. The conversation turned to surgical interventions for pregnant patients and the complications that can occur. Then he asked what are the drugs to </atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-of-those-soul-crushing-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-879326567013874131</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Nov 2011 20:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-06T15:34:49.156-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clinical experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">learning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mastectomy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medicine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">surgery</category><title>Mastectomy</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m a little late on posting this in time for Breast Cancer Awareness Month, but then again, shouldn&#39;t we always be aware of breast cancer...?

She had the most cheerful hospital room I&#39;d ever seen. There was always a fresh bouquet of flowers surrounding her bedside. New framed photos appeared each day, beginning to gather a small collection on the windowsill. Her bed was adorned with a handmade </atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2011/11/mastectomy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-816593532955005598</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2011 00:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-31T21:37:20.977-04:00</atom:updated><title>A Serendipitous Encounter</title><atom:summary type="text">I think maybe I was supposed to meet you. I think it happened in just the right way and at just the right time. To show me that my mistakes and misfortunes are not unique, that others have similar up and down days. And when I want to wallow, I can remember your refreshing honesty and look at how far you&#39;ve come. The stumbling blocks I find myself tripping on now are the same ones that shook your </atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2011/10/serendipitous-encounter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-2031934843883571380</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-24T19:51:54.508-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clerkship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clinical experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">goodness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medicine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reflection</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">surgery</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">third year</category><title>Sometimes You Need A Day Like This...</title><atom:summary type="text">Have you ever had one of those days where all of the pieces seem to fit together perfectly? They&#39;re far and few between, but that&#39;s part of what makes them so meaningful. Because when they happen, especially when you need it the most, you really appreciate them.

It&#39;s not that I&#39;ve been having bad days per se, just a string of weeks where I&#39;ve been feeling mediocre. That&#39;s all (she says with </atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes-you-need-day-like-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-5244937767444744527</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 01:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-24T19:45:40.369-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tough skin</category><title>The Raspberry Effect</title><atom:summary type="text">I came up with this theory as I was standing in the produce aisle of the local market. I&#39;ve noticed that I tend to do my best thinking in food stores and while brushing my teeth. Anyway, I was pondering whether or not to buy a punnet of raspberries that were on sale. Now truth be told, I&#39;m kind of a berry fanatic. But here&#39;s the thing, everytime I buy raspberries I usually have to throw half of </atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2011/10/raspberry-effect.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766171259676890155.post-3278489693522657879</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2011 23:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-19T21:21:56.040-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clerkship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clinical experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">decision</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medical student</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medicine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">surgery</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">third year</category><title>The Moment I Realized Surgery Isn&#39;t For Me...</title><atom:summary type="text">...was in the middle of an intense sigmoidectomy. It was 1.5 hours into a three hour surgery, but that wasn&#39;t the reason. My arms were aching from holding the laparoscopic camera in place for the 1.5 hours and my back was sore from positioning my self just the right way so that the surgeon next to me had room to work while the other surgeon could see the monitor behind me. But this medical </atom:summary><link>http://d-o-ctor.blogspot.com/2011/10/moment-i-realized-surgery-isnt-for-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (d.o.ctor)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item></channel></rss>