NYT Magazine
I have been waiting to read this (and the other articles) after learning about the edition a while ago.
The first time I met a victim of female genital mutilation was during medical school - my Peds Surgery rotation. The young woman was lying on the O.R. table. The Anesthesiologist was ready to place a urine catheter and motioned for me to join her. There are no words to describe what I felt. Anger? Not even close.
July First
July 1st….Oh the joy! (no, not really).
I read this today and a flood of memories surfaced.
Polonius’ well-known words to his son from Shakespeare’s Hamlet resound in my mind when I reflect on the challenges during those intense clinical training years.
My Own Journey
So - here we are. My husband and I just moved to Jacksonville, Florida where I will start my Ophthalmology residency on July 1st. And then, I will give birth to our first born, sometime around September 1st…should be interesting.
Overall, I’m excited and grateful for the change in direction (I left the “80 hr work week” of a plastic surgery resident, which really consisted more of 95 to 125 hrs a week and the complete sacrifice of everything else in my life except for the unhealthy, out of balance reality that consisted of a few hours of sleep here and there - probably 4 hours on the good nights, resulting in major memory loss - a hit and miss exercise routine - mostly miss, with a hit or two a month - and the absolute inability to provide my body with proper quality, quantity or interval of nourishment).


