This weekend was all about my Princess.
Just to be fair, even though it was Father's Day weekend, and even though my husband is the most fantastic dad out there, he is gone to Scotland for the week, so there you go, no Father's day celebration for him...
I am incredibly proud of the small adult my Princess is becoming. She is so clever and wise and independant for a nine years-old. For her birthday, she had a slumber-party with four friends from her class. She was the perfect little hostess, taking care of everything, even making some sandwiches to her picky-eaters friends who do not eat mac and cheese (yes, it is possible apparently to say no to dinner served during a party, I am very happy my daughter would not do that, and let me clarify that it wasn't for allergies). She took care of the activities, put everyone to bed and organized breakfast this morning. She was just a-ma-zing!
I heard a conversation she was having with one of her friend and it was so cute. She was explaining to her why ears pop when you take the plane and why you should let the babies cry. Her friend replied: "wow, you just know so much stuff!" At that moment, I have to say, I was a very proud mother...
And how she managed to let her friends choose cupcakes before herself (even though it was her birthday!), how she managed who would choose first during activities to be sure there is no conflict, I was impressed.
We were having a discussion in the parking this afternoon. She said that adults are just like kids but smarter... I said: "Well, really, I think you even are smarter than some adults...(because, let's face it, some adults are not the brightest, but I didn't tell her that :-) ) It is not a question of intelligence but more a question of experience."
I really believe she is going to be a very adequate adult in some time... I am privileged to have such an amazing daughter!
Sunday, June 19, 2016
Monday, June 6, 2016
Exhausted... again
Just realized that my previous post had the same title... Well, it basically described mostly the whole month really... This rotation has been mostly based on quantity and flow. Not as much teaching as I would have like. During my mid-rotation eval, my boss even said to me that we should have had more teaching, but really, with only him and us, two not so useful clerk, to round 30 patients a day, it was not possible. I've learn a great deal anyway and I have to say that my day passes by in the blink of an eye. Starting third week of this, I even enjoy it. Not that I would do that for the rest of my life... Too much cancer, too much lifestyle-related condition (that could be said for any specialty though!). I do not appreciate much the whole "university-hospital" environment. And really, it is not because of the pyramid everybody talks about. Everybody is quite nice and easy to work with. I feel that everything is just more complicated for nothing... Sometimes, when you need to contact another specialty, just trying to find the right person to contact in the 2-pages list of contact numbers with the reason to contact each one is a hell of a task! Not my kind of thing... I prefer smaller environment, maybe with less challenging patients but with better relationship with your co-workers, where you know the nurses on the floor, and everybody else. Here, each day, you have a different resident to call, so you can't establish relationship with anybody. All this thinking conforts me in my choice of trying family med at home...
The best thing is when I get home... I live with the best "rommates" ever, my room is lovely and they have the best yard in the city. I have proclamed it the best study spot ever...
The best thing is when I get home... I live with the best "rommates" ever, my room is lovely and they have the best yard in the city. I have proclamed it the best study spot ever...
And I brought back my cat/(de-)motivator/furry son with me after the first week. So, he is here trying to learn to live with 3 other cats and a big dog... Not easy learning but he is coming about and I believe he might even like his new friends by the time we leave in two weeks. And, just to have him sleeping with me eases my feeling of missing my family... In total, we're going to have been away for a whole 9 weeks. But, for now, 11 more days and we're back together...
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