Tag: residency
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My Contribution
My son rests his head in tthe hollow where my arm meets my chest, as if it were made for him. As I kiss his forehead I feel the head radiating from his skull; he’s too warm. 103.2. My guess was off, only 101.4. No better than yesterday, I’m afraid. Worse, even. What will we…
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To parent, to sleep, to dream
I can do more make my daughter take a nap that I can yell at the rain and stop it from pouring. I could do it some parents do, which is throw their kid in a sparsely furnished dark room, turn off the lights, and close the door. I can’t do that for several reasons,…
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Second shift
Across the screen float up semi-transparent strings in poor focus. Floaters. A consequence of myopic vision and likely tired eyes as I stare blankly at the last clinic note from today. Getting notes done is easier at clinic than at home- the monitors are wide, the keyboards are crisp, and at my right there’s a…
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Of Pumping and Producing
After heating up a fresh bottle of formula, I prop the bottle up for my 6-month hold son to hold on the floor. With a slight adjustment, he’s successful, and I turn back to the task at hand. I’m a little embarrassed that I consider holding his own bottle to be a huge accomplishment, but…
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Requiem of a dream in residency
I don’t know when exactly my dream died. Sometime I wonder if it was ever really my dream, or if it indeed *was* my dream, and my questioning it’s validity as a way for me to cope with its untimely death. Before marching to dermatology I had the audacity to wonder what it would be…
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Enter, Obsidian!
I follow Laura Scott on Instagram. I don’t know if anybody in the dermatology social media sphere who doesn’t. She’s the Regina George of dermatology; she’s immensely popular and a trendsetter for our group. Unlike Regina George, she’s impossible not to like. With one of her recent stories/posts I saw that she’s been using a…
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Night Feeding
A pretty kitty to keep me company in the predawn quiet. Charmion is a little surprised but not upset to have a friend at 3:30 AM. She sits on my folders, walks over my keyboard, and butts her head against my hand as I work. My computer hums softly, the keys a little sticky from…
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Meet the Willow “Go”
Are you sitting down? Get ready for the Willow Go.
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Mom Guilt
My toddlers cries are piercing their way through my closed bedroom door. She’s with a babysitter at the moment, and a very good one by my first impression. Cue severe Mom-Guilt. “You should be tending to her,” it says. BG’s cry tells me that she’s and in need of some snacks and a nap. We…
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The Friday Before V-Day
It’s the Friday before Valentine’s Day. I’m practicing my morning ritual of getting up at an obscene hour (4:30) and using the time to scroll through my phone in the blissful darkness of a quiet bedroom, with our sound machine droning in the background. My baby stirs next to me and makes little grunting sounds…
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