A tenth of a second…

If it weren’t for the last minute, sometimes, it just wouldn’t get done.  The most exciting 2 minutes in a basketball game, according to E2 is the last 2 minutes.  The last minute is an important one.  In racing, it’s down to seconds.  A tenth of a second can separate the first car from the last.  The only way you get to be first, is taking your car to the edge.  Riding in that tenth of a second.  The tenth of a second that one-minute gets you across the finish line first, and the next careening into the wall into utter despair.  That’s where we function as residents: in that tenth of a second.  Where “I don’t know how,” becomes “I did it”!

I watch as the monsters learn to complete seemingly easy tasks like walking, getting dressed, or reading.  They celebrate with both hands high in the air and a scream of “I DID IT”!  Of course, we champion their cause and celebrate with high fives and “that’s great”!  It’s funnyFrank and Ernest-fish and spunk, how similar our lives are right now.  I celebrate those puckering moments of a difficult delivery, stabilizing a patient, or simply selecting the right medication with – ”I DID IT”!  I may not scream, out-loud, but it’s so there.   Afterward, in the glow of my victory I think, “I can do anything”.  But I would have not gotten there without pushing the envelope.  Without going to the line of control and chaos.

The last few weeks have been right on the line.  Between moonlighting in the urgent care as THE doc-in-the-box and riding pillion on the bench in the back of a bus, there have been plenty of “ZOMG” moments.  Last call it was chaos.  But, as a black-cloud, I expect it.  After all, who wants to lose the race by a tenth of a second?  As always, residency at Seneca Lakes is interesting.  From GI bleeds and NSTEMIs to emergent transport of laboring patients.  It’s NEVER a dull moment.  Every call my patients and I survive, I think…”I DID IT!” because sometime overnight, “I don’t know how” changed.  So when people say, ‘I don’t know how you do it’.  I often reply, “Neither do I.”

**High-five to Dr Addison, for the fantastic metaphor of residency life to Nascar drivers running on the ragged edge that inspired me to get back to the blog. **


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