Poke!

Had the first successful IV insertion of my PGI life yesterday. Yes, the FIRST. Because the two other times I tried, I failed. Dismally. I guess you could cut me some slack because those two hands which tested my skills  were incredibly swollen. Still, at this level, I should be doing these stuff with my eyes closed. I have an MD degree, for goodness' sake.

And just last March, I was so proud of my IV insertion skills.

(Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.)

I'm out of practice. We have senior clerks, who do those procedures, which leaves me with no people to poke. In reality, I guess I've been avoiding IV insertions in general.

Did I mention I actually wanted to be an anesthesiologist? Yes. Me. Klutzy me who can't do difficult IV insertions.

My manual dexterity coupled with my inherent timidity and fear of hurting other people makes me unfit for such a dare-devil job. (Sigh.) I suppose I'd do very well in Internal Medicine, except for the fact that very sick adult people depress me. And I love Pediatrics, but very healthy kids kind of bore me. So hit me now, because I don't know which direction my life is heading. I guess I'm just going with the flow.

My Internal Medicine rotation is doing well, so far. The residents are great. I learn something new everyday (that is, when I'm not falling asleep at the back during morning endorsements). We don't have senior clerks for June, which means I now have an ample amount of people to poke with needles, and no excuse not to poke them.

Next month, I'll be rotating in Anesthesia for two weeks. I guess then I'll see if my fascination for Anesthesia will hold. Until then, I'll be poking people and hoping I do it right.