Saturday, August 18, 2007

Sweatin like a slave...

There are no words to describe how my life has changed in the past two months. I think the USC Department of OB/GYN is actually trying to kill me. I have never worked so much in my entire life, not to get into med school, not in med school, never. Here is my daily routine: wake up at 4:30, get to work by 5:15, work like a freakin slave until 7, come home and write notes on my patients from the day, go to bed at 8:30, wake up and do it again. Oh, and I forgot to mention the weekends during which I have the pleasure of staying up all night working like a slave. On the plus side, I've never had so much money in my bank account before because I never have time to spend any! Today is a good day though because I have the whole weekend off and I have a whole weekend of grocery shopping, lawn mowing, and house cleaning to look forward to!

Speaking of work, let me talk for a minute about how only certain people should be allowed to procreate. I have seen the craziest shizzle ever in the past 2 months. For those of you who don't know, the hospital I where I work is the Richland County hospital (which means people with no insurance) and has the only Level 4 nursery within a 100 mile radius (which means we get all the high risk deliveries). Believe it or not, the two kind of go hand in hand. The people with no insurance smoke crack their whole pregnancy and then proceed to have an extremely high risk delivery. Who'da thunk? And it's so funny to see the different thresholds that bring people in to the hospital. Some ladies will come in the minute they feel one contraction and think they are in labor and then some will wait to come in until the baby's head is hanging between their legs telling me to help get him out. I actually had one lady come in thinking she may be in labor so she put on a gown and sat down on a bed so I could examine her. The next thing I know she hiked up one leg and farted out a baby on me. How rude.

Anyways, enough about me. There is a way more important baby in my life who I did not deliver and his name is Alex Byars. I think in my last blog a month ago I mentioned that my sister was in labor. Well after doing everything right, not doing drugs, having routine prenatal care, taking prenatal vitamins, and giving up alcohol for 9 months, my sister ended up having an emergency c-section. Wouldn't you know? If she'da been a crackhead, she would have farted the baby out no problem. Anyways, everything turned out fine and they are settling nicely into parenthood. This is all secondhand information from my mom though because I actually haven't had a chance in the last month to sit down and talk to my sis on the phone. That is what this weekend is for though. My mom left this morning for Denver for a week to help out the new parents and I am so jealous that I don't get to go see him. Sorry the pic is so small, but isnt he too cute?