I’m pooped right now. Like seriously tired.
Here is an example day for the past 2 weeks:
5:30 a.m. – Wake up/Coffee/Shower
6:00 a.m. – Take dogs for 1.5 mile walk
6:30 a.m. – Walk 1 mile to hospital
7:00 a.m. – Check up on patients/Eat breakfast if I’m lucky
9:00 a.m. – Rounds
11:00 a.m. – Writing SOAP notes, orders, etc.
12:00 p.m. – Round again
1:00 p.m. – Eat, if I’m lucky
1:30 p.m. – More running around the hospital, getting stuff done, chasing down nurses
4:00 p.m. – Round again
5:00 p.m. – Admit patients from the emergency room
7:00 p.m. – More rounds
7:30 p.m. – Walk 1 mile home
8:00 p.m. – Take doggies for 1.5 mile walk
8:30 p.m. – Eat dinner (usually soup from a can because I’m too tired to cook)
9:00 p.m. – Do my sit-ups/push-ups/take shower/review material learned and read up on assigned cases
10:00 p.m. – Pass the hell out
Honestly, I barely sit down all day. I spend a good portion of the day on my feet. I do a butt-load of walking. I’m tired.
I’m not complaining, though. I actually do like my life. As tired as I am, I am happy. I enjoy the hospital for the most part. I love my patients. I learn a lot. It’s just that I barely have a life outside of the hospital. My inbox is way overloaded. I don’t have time to study anything beyond the cases that I encounter during the day. I have zero time for extra-curricular activities. But it’s good. However, I am really, really looking forward to next week, which I have off. Even if I will be spending the week moving crap from Baltimore to who knows where. This is the life I signed up for. And I have no regrets. Dinner time!