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I’m 2 months into my 2nd year as a pediatric resident (which means I survived my month in the pediatric intensive care unit… heehee!!!), and as I sit here incredulous about time’s ability to fly past me, I can’t help but muse over how I managed to make it through my intern year.  Besides taking a quick, pertinent patient history, and getting pretty good at looking in kids’ ears as they actively fight me and my otoscope, I picked up on a few things that ensured my year was, for the most part, a smooth sail.

So after much thought, here it goes… my Ten Commandments for surviving a medical internship:

1) Know how to introduce yourself.

If you walk into the neonatal intensive care unit on your first day of your rotation, and you tell the nurse that’s been working there for 30 years, “Hi, my name is Dr. Blah-blah-blah,” they will not be fooled.  They are FULLY aware that you are a glorified 4th year medical student with two new letters after your last name, and that you have NO IDEA what you are talking about.  Instead, drop the title, offer your first name with a friendly handshake, and DO WHAT THEY TELL YOU.  On the other hand, if the lab is taking forever to process blood tests you sent off on a patient two hours ago, pick up the phone, politely but firmly introduce your Dr. Blah-blah-blah self, and you’ll realize that somehow, magically, things get done.

hi, I’m new here! will you be my friend??!

2) Accept that you don’t know anything.

In elementary school, you were in the A-Honor-Roll.  In high-school, you were in the National Honor Society.  In college, your GPA got you into medical school.  In medical school, you somehow survived.  In intern year, you don’t know anything.  You are at the bottom of the totem pole of life.  Realize it.  Embrace it.  And do something about it!  Ask the nurses lots of questions (who, after doing #1 above, and after you’ve demonstrated respect for their experience and knowledge, will be on your side), take note of how the upper-level residents gracefully waltz their way between patients, and be open to feedback and constructive criticism.

first day of first grade.  completely unnecessary photo, but awwwww….

3) Don’t ever imply that people are not doing their job.

Unless of course, you want to die.  Sure, you sometimes write an order to discontinue a patient’s IV fluids and 4 hours later you realize they are still running.  Bring it to the respective person’s attention, apologize that you didn’t make yourself clear earlier, and move on.

4) Quit complaining.

OH MY GAWD.  Were you really expecting to have a fantastic schedule, weekends off, and a high salary?  Please.  You FINALLY arrived at the point in your life towards which you have been working for as long as you can remember.  You chose this and you are fortunate enough to have achieved it.  You work 80 hours a week, get 4 days off a month, and have a broken circadian rhythm… and you knew it would be this way.  And now you are surprised that you are stuck in the hospital on a Friday night?  Quit being a baby.

booyah! champagned it.

5) Have a positive attitude.

#4 nicely leads to #5.  While a negative attitude weighs you down and brings out the worst in you, a positive attitude lifts you up, puts you in the appropriate mindset, and brings out your best.  If you HAVE to spend New Year’s Eve covering the hematology and oncology floor, why not allow yourself to be ok with it?  Decide every day to open your mind and heart to this profession you chose, and give it your best.

being silly facetiming with my dad at 3 am. we were both on call, me in Boston and he in Mexico… and we were wearing matching scrubs!

6) Expect the worst.

If you are starting a week of nights, expect a very high patient load, lots of notes to write, patients that suddenly need to be resuscitated, and absolutely no time for sleep.  This way, if you only admit a few patients, patients behave themselves, and you are able to sneak in a 2 hour nap at 4 am, you will feel like the luckiest person alive!

7) Dress the part.

It takes just as much work to throw on black pants and an old sweater as it does to look a little fabulous.  And when you look good, you feel good.  And when you feel good, you work good.  And when you work good, people are happy with you.  And when people are happy with you, you love your day more.  Get it?

pizzazz.

8) Stay organized.

If you are going to be admitting patients, always keep admission materials on hand (for example, at my hospital this means a history and physical form, and medication reconciliation form, and a doctor’s medication order sheet).  If you are in the neonatal intensive care unit, stuff your bag with materials on how to adjust ventilator settings, how to make a blue baby that’s not breathing alive again, etc.  And get some sort of small notebook that fits in your white coat or scrub pocket where you can slowly collect pearls of information regarding patient care.  My choice was MGH’s Pocket Pediatrics, because it has rings and I can add important things to it.  It also has pockets inside the front and back covers, where I keep my PALS card, list of hospital phone numbers, table with normal vitals signs for every pediatric age group, brochure of different IV fluid and electrolyte solutions available at my hospital’s pharmacy, etc.

my Pocket Pediatrics = my security blanket

9) Don’t beat yourself up.

I used to sit at morning and noon conference (the equivalent of our short, daily “classes” during residency) agonizing about everything they were talking about that I wasn’t understanding.  The more I agonized, the more my mind shut down.  Now, I pay as much attention as possible.  If I don’t understand something, I try my best to make a mental note to look it up or ask someone about it afterwards, and move on.  I have also fully given in to the theory that we residents learn by osmosis: the idea that we learn without being aware of it, through our daily exposures.  It’s true.  And you don’t actually believe it until the new wave of interns arrives and you think “Wow! I actually know more than they do!”

juggling 3 pagers

10) Treat yourself.

Have fun.  Allow yourself to catch up with old friends.  Talk to your mom.  If you have a weekend off, make pancakes for breakfast! If you have a balcony, sit outside with a good book.  Check your free weekends ahead of time, and plan what you want to do with each one so that your precious days off don’t go wasted (camping weekend, skiing trip, etc.).  And DON’T FORGET YOUR HOBBIES!  If you are happy outside of work, you’ll be happy inside of work.

amazing day at the beach with my residency friends and some of our significant others

So there you have it. What do you think?  If you too have gone through this, please share YOUR advice in the comments below.  We’d all love to know about your experience!

Good night to all of you, and happy medical training!

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❶ sunset in New Castle, NH, after visiting with family for the day ❶

My parents and little brother returned home this week after 3 weeks of visiting us, exploring Boston with us, and helping us get settled into our wonderful new house.  Their time here FLEW BY!  Today’s high fives represent things we experienced together while they were here.

❷ warm apple pie a la mode + 5 spoons (…followed by a second warm apple pie a la mode) ❷

❸ freshly-cut fragrant pink roses on my nightstand (thank you, Kate!) ❸

❹ my hand-painted birdhouse, tipped over and emptied of birdseed every day by squirrels and chipmunks! ❹

❺ Papi, trying to get into the Harvard library with his Soriana grocery store shopper’s card… HAHAHAHAHA ❺

In other news, today a seagull flew low over our car for about a minute in the middle of downtown Boston.  Only in Boston do SEAGULLS fly between skyscrapers!

Happy 4th of July, everyone!  I will enjoy my weekend by cross-covering at the neonatal intensive care unit.  Why do they let me write orders on 2-pound intubated premature babies again???  Ay ay ay.

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❶ REAL Mexican food in Boston ❶

Well, this week has been less-than-ideal with regards to getting our new house in order.  For one, our furniture/clothes/appliances have STILL not arrived.  Our internet modem is 2 weeks late because, as we learned half an hour ago, no one remembered to process our order.  Two different cable services have come to check out our house and informed us that we have too many big trees to get adequate satellite signal.  We bought a TV for which the manufacturer forgot to include a stand, we bought a lamp that was missing the little “thingie” you twist to turn it on and off, and our new ceiling fan was missing two screws.  Our shower curtain rod fell off recently, and the doorbell decided to stop working.  GRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!  It’s taken REAL determination to not rip off someone’s head.  Thank God for my parents, who arrived a few days ago and who have single-handedly maintained  our sanity.  Also, thank God for my dad’s ability to pretty much fix ANYTHING that is broken.

That said, our house and neighborhood are ridiculously awesome, and we have PLENTY of things to be happy about…

❷ Wolfgang and Merlin keeping each other warm during one of Boston’s unexpectedly frigid summer days ❷

❸ our BEAUTIFUL, huge, wooded back yard ❸

❹ $7 space-heater from Goodwill… because 65 degrees is CHRISTMAS WEATHER, people!!!  (well, for a Mexican anyway) ❹

❺ finally, after 23 years of school, my professional degree ❺

Sorry the posts have been scant these past couple of weeks.  I REALLY need internet at home… I’ve got a lot of cool things to share, so more later!  Happy weekend!

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Nothing I put together in words here will even come close to describing the feeling of sitting back down on my assigned seat after having crossed the lit stage, opening the large orange envelope, and seeing–for the first time in my life–the words “Doctor of Medicine” written under my name.  NOTHING.  Do I feel like a doctor?  No.  Do I feel different and adult and genius?  NO!  Do I feel humbled?  I am not sure.  Jeffrey frequently criticizes people’s mistaken overuse of the word, so I dare not answer that.  What I DO feel is a half-subconscious anticipation for the dean of my school to pop up from behind a bush and scream: “SIKE!”

Yet, here I am in Massachusetts exactly 1 week later, accepting auto-correct’s suggested spelling of the this state’s name, blogging from a little couch at Starbucks (currently my ONLY access to wi-fi internet).  I am wearing a sweater and vest because it is a full 30 degrees colder here than the balmy 90 degree Houston weather I am so used to.  So I guess it’s true.  I really DID just earn a medical degree and make the drive to Boston, MA in pursuit of my medical residency in pediatrics, and Jeffrey’s medical residency in radiology.  We did it for real, guys!

Graduation was, as expected, a foggy blur… but I was surrounded by a lot of my favorite people in the world!  When my name was called to make the treacherous walk across the stage in my new 4-inch heals (stupid, but stylish!), I proceeded cautiously towards the dean, going through in my head the directions I had just been previously given: ascend the stage ➔ shake hands with the dean ➔ accept diploma ➔ smile at photographer ➔ descend stage ➔ proceed to be hooded by faculty ➔ smile at photographer #2 ➔ walk back to seat…

Well, I focused so intently on repeating these instructions in my head that OF COURSE I screwed up, almost grabbed two diplomas, and then almost forgot to get hooded before walking back to my seat through the WRONG place.  But I didn’t fall!

My parents were sitting quite a ways away, so kudos to my awesome zoom lens for capturing the moment, and kudos to my brother for snapping the shot!  My fam and Jeffrey’s fam made quite a ruckus when our names were called, and then I distinctly heard my mom’s signature “Esa es mija!” shout of victory from somewhere among the crowd.  I blame this expected, warm-fuzzy-feeling distraction on my subsequent series of screw-ups all the way back to my seat.

Jeffrey’s and BFF Cullen’s walk across the stage went without a hitch, and two hours later we found ourselves among a crazed crowd of graduates and proud family members, snapping away photographs with our diplomas and in our Harry Potter garb like there was no tomorrow!

My brother even kinda hugged me and I kinda hugged him back (a rare happening!), and my dad caught it!

With two of our best med school friends… We will miss living 2 minutes away from them, their dog, their 5 cats, and their now-late hamster!

We concluded the evening with fajitas and margaritas at Jeffrey’s parents’ house, celebrating with our families and friends, and opening some unexpected presents!

So again, I guess it’s true.  WE DID IT!!!!  (But please don’t get sick and expect us to actually know what to do, ok?)  And what I really feel is proud… really really darn proud.

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The absolute best part about my family is that no excuse is ever too small to come together and CELEBRATE!  Jeffrey and I’s upcoming med school graduation was no exception, and fifty people showed up to my parents’ “small gathering before the kids move to Boston.”

Flores cousins hanging out with grandpa

with our little bros and some of my oldest friends

Garza's galore... Tio Jorge made the trip all the way from Guadalajara!

Nani y Viejo / Tita y Tito / Welita y Welito (depending on which of their 38 grandkids you ask)

The second best thing about my family:  Their obsession with helping out, with anything and everything possible, no matter how busy they might be that day.  Example #1: My Tia Christina (possibly THE busiest woman alive with her own printing business and 3 very extra-curricularly-active kids) swings by my parents’ house to feed my 20-year-old turtle (whose name is MacGyver and lives in the master bathtub) every night when my parents are out of town.  Example #2: My cousin Sebastian cut all the fruit for Jeffrey and I’s party this weekend.  Example #3: My Tia Roxanna jumped on the opportunity to make me the perfect bright orange garter for my wedding when the one I found online was too expensive.  Example #4: My Tio Jorge practically travels with a karaoke in hand, and provides impromptu entertainment at gatherings when things “start to get quiet.”  Example #5: Over Christmas and New Year’s, my Tia Lucia’s bake shop gets SUPER busy, so my grandma and all my aunts take turns at her house–mixing, powdering, baking, packaging…

my mom and I with Tia Lucia and the awesome desserts she baked for our party!

BFF Ita feasting on chile-covered dried fruit, courtesy and graduation present from Tia Sara... it's how Mexicans eat fruit (and ruin their tooth enamel)

Tia Martha and Sebastian, fruit-chopper and party-planner extraordinaire

Tia Cristina and kids, enjoying the swing

Tia Roxanna, couture orange garter designer ;)

...what Mexican party is EVER complete without a taco and salsa stand?

And the third best thing about my family is that they are my BIGGEST cheerleaders.  Thank you all for your love and support, for being excited about my accomplishments, and for being a constant, ACTIVE part of my life!

And for those of you reading who don’t know them, that’s my family, and I like to show them off.

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❶ orange converse shoes spice up my otherwise prosaic daily hospital attire (and match my stethoscope!) ❶

Among the MANY advantages of my patients being kids instead of adults is the beautiful unspoken right to pair such ridiculous articles of clothing as those shown above with slacks and collared button-down shirts.  Likewise, a purple monkey hangs from my stethoscope, and sticking my tongue out at patients produces bouts of hysterical laughter.

❷ pedi patients’ collaborative artwork for sculpture project at MD Anderson ❷

I asked my attending if I could spend part of the month exploring “the non-medical aspects of healing in children.”  He loved my idea, and I’ve spent the week working with the resident artist, covered in glitter and paint, and having a blast with my patients instead of acknowledging cancer.  It’s amazing how much I learn from these interactions, and I’m really glad I sought out this incredibly fun opportunity. 

❸ breakfast for dinner… mmm mmm delicious… ❸

❹ 600 square feet of bubble-wrap, tightly packed around our belongings and ready for the 30-hour roadtrip to Boston ❹

❺ MY pediatrician’s white coat ❺

My residency coordinator contacted me this week to ask for my white coat size.  I can’t believe that in less than 3 weeks I’ll be walking down the halls of a hospital in a long white coat and M.D. badge.  When people call me “doctor,” I don’t have to give them the tiring “well actually, I am only a medical student” speech.  All this made me think of my grandpa, Hone–my first and only pediatrician–and about how lucky I am to have inherited one of his own white coats.  I don’t think he wore orange converse shoes to the work, but he had one hell of a sense of humor and I’m positive he would’ve appreciated my hospital attire choices.

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