It’s 1.5 hours to September 20. You know what that means? I’m 1.5 hours away from being 10 days away from starting my OB rotations.
I shouldn’t be having this attitude, because even though OB doctors are known to have attitude, they are also known to be great teachers. Most of them love their job, so they’d love teaching. And that’s good for our learning… which is what we came to do.
It’s just… I’m not excited to work for 24 hours straight in a public hospital. And when I say 24 hours straight, I mean, 24 hours straight. You know how doctors are known to be on 36- or even 48-hour shifts? That’s true, but we get to steal naps in between. But for my next rotation, which will last a whole month, 24 hours means 24 hours.
And we will have to deal with emptying urine bags, inserting countless IV lines, assisting with bed pans, assisting in the OR, looking at vaginas, dealing with teen pregnancy in the face, and the most dreaded vital signs monitoring. And it’s 8 months after February. It’s peak season for OB.
I don’t want to acknowledge fear, but to be honest, I’m really nervous about this. I’m nervous about facing the residents. Though some are kind, most are known to have a tough reputation. I’m nervous about facing patients – pregnant. You are holding two lives in your hands. And not just that, we will have patients who will have Hepatitis, even HIV. And with our “experience,” needle pricks are inevitable. Then there are also patients who have their babies aborted, even though abortion is illegal in the country. They will come to the hospital in an unstable state, and we’d be pushed to do CPR. As I’ve heard, pumping and bagging are not a joke. They are not action scenes you see on movies. They are real things which may save lives, but they also break ribs, and, well, very exhausting on our part. Then there are also nurses. Don’t get me started with them, but the things I hear about them from different people are all the same. My best friend from high school is a nurse, and she’s a sweetheart, but these nurses are different. And God, Lord, please, I just hope I don’t retort… even though it would look reasonable to.
I’m not sure about coming home after 24 hours, drenched or smelling like vaginal fluids or amniotic fluid. I just really hope and pray I learn a lot. In fact, I hope to enjoy it. September 20 marks the day that I have to review for OB.