Monday, June 22, 2009


Last night went to a candlelight vigil for Iran with N and her mother. It was a very dignified affair at San Francisco City Hall; visually striking, since most people wore mourning black with green accessories. One guy tried shouting political slogans, but was shushed (literally) by the crowd. Lots of poems and songs, a speech by city supervisor Ross Mirkarimi, and I learned the tune of the unofficial Iranian anthem, although the Farsi is still a bit beyond me.



Having finished the last shift of my intern year, I am now officially no longer an intern. Whew. That year was getting a little long.

Now comes life as an R2 -- a second-year resident. This year I'll be spending much more time in the Emergency Department, and if all goes well I will either pass pass the next step of the medical boards and get a medical license, or join the swelling ranks of California's unemployed.


Post-delivery comment

Sometimes birth can be a bit less than tidy. The other day I was doing a routine post-delivery repair when the new dad wandered down to the end of the bed and saw the aftermath. "Honey," he said, "you look like a Quentin Tarantino movie."


Friday, June 19, 2009

Happy Birthday to Sis-Bob!

Just noticed that it's past midnight -- sending out big birthday wishes to Sis-Bob....

On-call Liveblogging: Labor & Delivery

Have a rare opportunity here in the middle of the night on L&D to revive my old habit of on-call liveblogging. Many babies delivered in the past weeks, including one the other day to a mom who declined anesthesia and labored to the end full of grace and with a smile on her face; very inspiring.

The new OB interns started yesterday. In fact, one of them moved in with the J-Bomb and myself. Seeing as how we now have a Peds, Emergency, and OB resident living together we should be able to handle any precipitous delivery that comes along in our apartment.