A relative flew in late last night, and is leaving this afternoon. In order to see her at all,  I asked to be woken up when she got to our house. My parents were concerned: “Will you be able to go back to sleep?” Ha. I better be able to! Isn’t that the point of internship, to see how many pieces you can break your sleep cycle into and still function?

Rounds this morning. We strolled around and looked at all the patients. Tomorrow morning there’s grand rounds at a different facility, at 7am; so we have to see all our patients, and then drive over there; and I thought I got up early this morning. The team is a little unhappy; the bariatric doctors discharge all their patients on their own, and manage them without the residents almost at all. They’re ready to give up on participating in that side of the team, except for the surgeries of course, which they need the numbers on.

They were talking about how, a few rotations back, a senior resident from another specialty who was rotating on ICU behaved very badly, and was taken off his independent night float, put on the day team, and forced to have all his actions supervised by a junior surgery resident. He sounded dangerous and incompetent – and I don’t want to be like that. How can I make sure not to be? I’m sure he didn’t set off to be dangerous and incompetent and despised by his colleagues.

I’m fascinated by the female junior resident here. She’s only a second year, only three months into her second year, but she seems so “on top” of everything, never at a loss, striding along, completely comfortable with the senior male residents. She’s not “nice” or comfortable, but friendly enough and seems extremely reliable. Is it possible to be as good at one’s job as she is, without becoming this hard/masculine?

Better go to clinic. There’s a lap roux-en-Y