
I just checked, and my last blog post was
here, on September 24 of last year. That's some serious neglect, easily my longest ever. I can explain, really. Well maybe not explain, but throw down some excuses that you may or may not choose to accept. Anyway.
The big excuse for me not blogging is really this: I recently was involved in an atrocity called an intern year. There's a lot of mixed feelings still going on in my head about this. On one hand, I got to work with a bunch of cool people (interns, residents, attendings) and even learned some medicine in the process while meeting a few cool patients. On the other hand, basically everything else sucked.
I suppose it's relative. The most difficult aspect of any situation differs from person to person. Given two men who've lost their job, for example, one might feel an extreme loss of self assurance and self image derived from his lack of ability to care for his family. The other may find the sudden change in schedule and new job-finding duties incredibly jarring. For me, if there's any sense of waste or lack of purpose in a situation, I really can't deal with it for very long.
Well, was there a sense of waste in my intern year? Umm... well, actually I can't think of a better definition for an intern. Someone who perpetually cleans up messes others shouldn't have made.
There's a reason there really isn't an "intern" job description. You just do what everyone demands you do. A form "needs" to be signed at 3am? Well, I'll be right there. The patient's family wants to complain about the food? Well, I can do a whole lot about that, thanks for giving me a call.

I'm normally a pretty cheerful guy, but it really got to be too much. I started experiencing something that I've never experienced in my life: constant seething rage.
Sure I've been mad before. I just never have been this kind of mad. It's different.
First, I'm going to come right out and admit my lack of blogging (and lack of writing of any kind, really, including emails and such) was not a result of lack of time. I've used the excuse, of course, and the "spend the night at the hospital every 4th night working 30 hours straight" and the "one day off a week maximum" really didn't afford me a whole lot of leisure time, but I did have it.
No, time wasn't the main problem. You've noticed, of course, that when you're mad about something, it's hard to care about anything else. It's also essentially impossible to change the situtation when you don't even know that you're mad.
In other words, motivation to do most productive and/or useful tasks pretty much dropped out the window. For example, I just basically stopped planning out my week on Sunday, something I normally find extremely low-investment and high-yield; it used to be enjoyable most of the time and, failing that, at least I forced myself to do it. Nope. Completely stopped. Either I didn't see the point because I was working every day that week or I was so wasted I fell asleep looking at my Outlook calendar. There were definitely things I could have planned. Even working 80 hours and sleeping 56 (some of which were ostensibly supposed to overlap since I spent the night at the hospital 1-2 nights a week), that's 168 - 80 - 56 = 32 other hours I could have used for emails and blogging and all that stuff.
But lo, let us rejoice, for this is not a sad story, but a happy one. I am able to write this to you now because when the burden finally lifted on March 24th, and I returned home, after having spent the night at the hospital with minimal head-nodding-in-my-chair naps, I was able to fall upon my bed and begin the cleansing process.
There were two weeks between ending internship and starting radiology, and that was great, but it was less about the time off and more about the perspective change. I had a couple weeks off in December as well, but in the back of my mind during that vacation, I was just dreading the return, and all I could see ahead was more of the same. This time, after internship was all done, I would often sit in a chair and smile as I envisioned waking up and going to do something I really liked... I could feel the anger just diffuse out of me.
Although the anger went away, the bad habits are still dying down. The shortness and impatience with other people, something I developed subconsciously as a coping mechanism during internship, certainly didn't disappear overnight, and I think I'm still working on that. But, it's happening.
I'm doing radiology now, and it's tiring and there's a lot more reading/studying than there was during internship. But, I like it. Strange feeling, that. Right now I'm on a nuclear medicine rotation, which is pretty low-volume and high-teaching, and full of advanced physics and other nerdery that I eat up.
So I have both the motivation and time to tell you about it. No excuse, anymore. Which means: I'm back. At least for today.