Medicine and Other Stuff

Medicine and Other Stuff by Medblog Goddess.

From the blog:

I’m a mom of two, OB-Gyn, and wife; not necessarily in that order. I love Harry Potter, reading, playing my piano, cooking, and causing trouble. I am a liberal lost in middle America, where people still worship GWB. My liberalism, however, smacks up against the realization that many people are happy to take advantage of it. I hope that people reading this will see something of use in my musings. They may even see docs as humans (gasp).

This blog will touch a little upon parenting, upon cool stuff I’ve seen in my career (all HIPAA ok), upon weird thoughts wandering through my head.

Midwife With a Knife

Midwife With a Knife

From the blog:

The life and times of a young old-fashioned obstetrician. This isn’t a medical blog, per se, but more about me and my life (which, admittedly, are mostly medical).

From the first post:

I’m a fellow. What does that mean? It means that I’m no longer a resident, but not quite an attending. It means that some days, I’m the boss, but other days I’m an intern again.

It’s kind of like the purgatory of medical training. I’m working off my sins, exorcising the imperfect parts of my personality, until I’ve worked off all of my sins and I get to graduate. (2 more years from now). Not to toot my own horn, but I’m a pretty good obstetrician. I can manage labor, interpret fetal heart tracings, identify normal and abnormal tracings, and do breech extractions and forceps like a badass. Hell, I can even do a cesarean hysterectomy (removal of the uterus at the time of a c-section, almost always for severe bleeding)

My nemesis? Amniocentesis. The most basic procedure in perinatology. I think it means I’m a dumbass. I loose my needle on the ultrasound, or I break out in a sweat when the patient gets uncomfortable. I have a really low tolerance for the pain of others (sometimes makes obstetrics a bit difficult). Everybody tells me to relax, that it’s not a big deal, that I’ll get it, that it takes 40-50 to really know what you’re doing. Genetic amnios are easy. The baby is surrounded in a pool of fluid; hell, I could do it blind! But finding the little pocket in someone who’s term, whose membranes have ruptured, dear god, will I ever be good at that?

The Blog That Ate Manhattan

The Blog That Ate Manhattan