Moving #1:
So, I'm moving out of my flat. It's like a relationship gone bad. Love at first sight, then realized there were a lot of things I can't stand. I can't stand the noise from my neighbors, nor the cost of heating this place (flashbacks of Dublin). So, I'm breaking my lease and have found a top floor apartment with no neighbors, and only one person below me. Moving is going to be a drag.. C'est La Vie. The location is nice, it's about 10 minutes to work, and about 3 minutes to the gym. A bar close by boasts being one of the areas greatest pubs.. I'm a bit skeptical, but what the hell, it serves Guinness!
Moving #2:
I went on my first NICU transport this morning (1 am). Smaller hospitals call us to go pick up sick newborns and take them by ambulance to our hospital. I thought I was just going along for the ride, since it was my first transport. Well, I was a bit freaked to find out (once I was in the ambulance on the way to the other hospital) that I was going to be running the show, and that the senior resident was there for moral support. It was one of those moments that made me remember that I am a doctor. I tend to forget this fact when going about the daily grind. Of course, what you have to realize is that this kiddo was relatively stable (though he did get dopamine when we got back), short transport time (30 minutes), and that the nurse and respiratory therapist are sharp! So it all went smoothly. The rest of the night was steady. I laid down in bed 3 times, but for never more than 5-10 minutes. Ah well..
I think that's about it for now.
Cheers,
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