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life or something like it

OK, so let's talk about this:

Some of you may remember an Op-Ed in The New York Times this past summer, written by Dr. Karen Sibert, entitled "Don't Quit This Day Job." If you haven't read this piece already I strongly recommend that you do, because I think it can spark a lot of good dialogue on the topic of work-life balance in medicine and what it means, personally and on a systems level, to find that balance. I wrote a response to that Op-Ed here, and we all discussed and discussed and discussed that some more. In particular (I've been doing a bit of traveling and speaking this past year and as a result have had the pleasure of spending a lot of time with doctors in various stages of training--pre-meds, med students, residents, fellows, what have you), I find that young doctors are especially hungry for dialogue on this topic, which seems to be foremost on everybody's minds and yet often discussed furtively, behind closed doors.

Dr. Sibert has recently started blogging as well, and posted a piece today entitled, "Give yourself a break--don't have a baby during residency." An excerpt here:

Overheard in the OR—a surgery chief resident ruefully explaining to a senior surgeon why no intern or junior resident was available to scrub in on his case. “Everyone in our department is either pregnant or on maternity or paternity leave,” he said.

The senior surgeon just shook his head. 
From my vantage point as the anesthesiologist on the other side of the drapes, I thought to myself, “Really? What’s wrong with these people? What would give anyone the idea that residency is a good time to have a baby?” When I look back to what it was like to deal with pregnancy, give birth, and look after an infant, all I can say is that internship was easier. After all, as an intern—even in the bad old days—I had some nights off. 
Yet having a baby during residency is increasingly common among male and female residents alike. For women especially, it sounds perfectly awful. We’ve all heard the stories—pregnant residents struggling with nausea and fatigue during long nights on call, or vomiting into a trash bag in the operating room; new mothers trying to breast-pump in the hospital locker room during a half-hour lunch break. 
One possible response is to argue that senior physicians should be more sympathetic to pregnant and nursing residents, and give them longer lunch breaks. This would be in keeping with the kinder, gentler world of limited resident duty hours and mandated nap times. 
But it’s equally fair to consider that residency might be a bad time to have a baby.

Even with today’s work hour limits, residency training in any field involves stressful days at work, limited control over your schedule, and frequent nights on call. It’s hard to get nutritious meals on a regular schedule, even if a pregnant resident could stomach the food in her hospital cafeteria. Nor can she get enough rest. Anyone who’s been pregnant can recall moments of such profound fatigue that she would kill for an afternoon nap, and a resident can’t simply lie down when she feels like it. Can this be a healthy way to go through pregnancy?

(Read the full blog entry here.)

So, a little background to catch everyone up first, just to show that I have some perspective of which I speak on both sides of the "when to have kids" quandary.  I got pregnant with Cal the fall of my second year of Pediatrics residency.  I can't speak for every Pediatrics residency experience, but to be a resident at the Children's Hospital of New York was a very intense experience--lots of call, tons of ICU time, patients on the general wards that would have been on the unit in any other hospital, it was (and I think I can safely say this now) much more difficult than my anesthesia residency, even on the "best" months. Cal was born soon after I switched into Anesthesia residency, after which point I began in earnest the balancing act that is having a child during training.  (Because, you know, that's the real difficult part--not so much the pregnancy, but the part where you and your baby are actually in two separate places.)  I spent the entirety of my first trimester with Mack finishing up my Anesthesia residency, and he was born about five months into my first job out of training, when I was a junior junior junior (junior) attending.  Now I'm about three and a half years into my post-graduate career, working full-time and more or less settled in my current job situation, and as you know, our third child is due in July.

OK, so to sum: one pregnancy early in residency, one half-in-half-out-of residency pregnancy, and one pregnancy as an attending.

First things first: Dr. Sibert is right on a couple of points.  It is more difficult to have a baby during residency, for many of the reasons that she mentioned and more.  I can't argue that.  I lived it.  It's a daily challenge.


But here, now is a partial list of just a few other things that are also more difficult during residency: Being in a relationship.  Being a good partner to your spouse.  Spending time with your friends.  Calling your parents.  Keeping up with current events.  Making time for your hobbies and creative pursuits.  Studying for your boards.  Reading a book for fun.

I wouldn't tell you to not do those things either.

Right, so in part I jest, because obviously the choice to have a child during residency (and that is what we by and large have as privileged, educated ladies and gentlemen: a choice--that is, unless certain members of the Republican Party intelligentsia have their say) is obviously a huge one that should not be taken lightly.  Nor do I think it is one that people do take lightly, or look at as just another point on their "achievement checklist" (as per Dr. Sibert's blog entry):

In a way, the determination and single-mindedness of physicians may help to explain why they have children during residency. Having a baby becomes part of the achievement checklist. Finish college—check. Finish medical school—check. Score residency position of choice—check. Find life partner—check. A baby becomes the next item on the list, and residents often feel additional pressure from parents and in-laws who are anxious for grandchildren. For the young female resident who’s been a bridesmaid in her best friends’ weddings, it can be hard to watch them all start having babies without feeling the urge to have one of her own.

No, I don't think that it is a decision that people make on a whim, or a life milestone that people fall into secondary to intertia or because of societal expectations or because their parents are screaming for grandbabies.  Remember, these are people who to this point have been through between four to eight years (give or take--if we're talking about medical residents) of post-college education and training, who knew what they were getting into (med school isn't exactly something you end up doing by accident), knew that it was going to involve a lot of hard work, and make choices to live their lives outside the hospital a certain way. The life of a medical resident is not a "Cathy" cartoon, after all. (I'd say my life is closer to a Calvin and Hobbes strip, actually.)

Would I tell all med students to try to have baby during residency? No, of course not, that would be ridiculous. But equally ridiculous, in my mind, is the blanket statement that no one should have a baby during residency. These are individual choices that people have to make for themselves given their specific circumstances, where they are in their lives, where they're looking to be in the future--all with more nuance and interpersonal variability than can be covered with any overarching recommendation. What I would say on this issue is the same thing I tell people when they ask me if they should go into medicine in the first place.

"You can do it. But you have to want it."

You have to want it. It comes down to that. Very few things in medicine are easy--and if I may venture, very few parts of parenthood are easy.  (In most ways, like I said before, the pregnancy is the easiest part.  Never again will you be able to have this much control of your offspring, nor will they ever again be so portable!  But I digress.)  You have to know exactly what you're getting into, you have to know your own limitations and what you're going to have to do in order to make a more difficult than average situation work...and you have to want it.  But you can do it.  It can be great.  And you and your family can thrive.

Joe and I (and I say this just as a personal anecdote--everyone's situation is different) went through a kind of specific calculus when we decided to have kids during residency.  And our calculus, basically, was this: "What exactly do we do with our time when we're not at work?"  Well, we were medical residents living in Manhattan.  Obviously we worked long hours, and we not infrequently worked for 24 to 36 hours at a stretch.  We weren't big partyers, and since most of our friends were also medical residents (and therefore pretty busy as well), most of our free time we spent with each other.  We'd eat out, get coffee at the bookstore to read free books preview books that we intended to pay money for, go to the movies, occasionally splurge and go to a nice restaurant or go see a play. And this was fun, having that kind of relative free time, and a little teeny bit of disposable income.

But then came the next question, "Are we willing to give some of that up--have less free time to do adult things and spend more time doing baby things, as a family?"  Yes, we decided, we were.  Also we considered, "Are we making enough money to have a baby?" Yes, we decided. It would be tight, predominantly because of childcare costs, but we could make it on what amounted to a single salary after paying for a nanny.  "Do we have enough time between us to take care of a baby?"  Again, like with the financial resources, we would be tight, but we thought we could do it.  (It helped, I think, that we had a dog for a few years by this point--the juggling act of allocating time and responsibility for the care of another living thing was good training for us in terms of the childcare calculus.)   In other words, we went through the exact same decision method that most other couples go through when deciding to start a family.

And finally, the last question, "Do we really want to do this now, or do we want to wait until later?"  Later was, I think, kind of an indistinct entity.  When, exactly, is the best time to have a baby in your medical career?  Everyone has different opinions, but I will tell you this as someone who has basically tried it a lot of different ways: it's never a good time.  It's always going to be inconvenient.  There's always going to be something making it difficult, and there's always going to be conflicting demands on your time, attention, and resources.  With Mack, for example, I had just started my first job as an attending anesthesiologist, and Joe was a newly minted fellow who was taking call every single night, including weekends and holidays, for a year and a half straight.  Thing 3 is set to be born this July, and I don't think I can even anticipate what that's going to be like--three young kids at home, two parents working full-time, lots of expenses, both of us taking night call. Also, to be honest, I'm going to be seven years older this time around than when I had Cal, and I worried (and continue to worry) about the byproducts of my sad old aging eggs.  The "perfect time" to have a baby is a myth.  So you have to do your calculus.  You decide if and with whom and how you you're going to get there, and you decide how much you want it, and when.

Joe and I wanted it.  We wanted Cal, we wanted Mack, exactly when and where and how they came about.  They made things harder.  But they also made things better.

Now let's also talk about the fact (because in many ways having a child as a medical trainee is very different from having a child in any other professional context) that you have to want to be a good doctor too.  That's an important part of it, just as important as the other half.  As a trainee, especially, you have an awesome responsibility to your patients and the future of your medical practice, and you have to figure that into your plans as well.  You have to make time for your education, and having a lot of responsibility outside of your work does not excuse you from your responsibilities while you're there.  There's no half-assing this one--people in the hospital need you too.  You have to put in the time and you have to give that sweat and blood the same as everyone else--in some ways, you have to put in more than everyone else.  But that's part of knowing what you're getting into as well.  Like I said: you can do it.  But you have to want it.

I have seen the argument again and again that having a child during residency makes you a sub-par doctor and a sub-par parent.  I would beg to differ, of course, but how I'm doing on those two fronts is not really for me to judge.  My patients and my colleagues decide how good of a doctor I am.  My kids will decide how good of a set of parents Joe and I are--maybe not right now, because they are both young and therefore still think we are awesomesauce--but down the road, ten or twenty years from now, they'll be able to tell us.  Still, we try.  We knew what we were getting into and we work hard and we try to do our best.  And if I may say, I think we're actually doing pretty OK on both fronts.

On such weighty, personal topics, I would never tell people what to do purely based on my own experience.  (In fact, the only real advice that I can give unreservedly to all medical trainees is: learn at least a little Spanish, and buy some comfortable shoes.)  But I will gently remind you that no matter what stage of training you're in, medicine is just one part of your life, not your life in its entirety.  You'd be surprised how easy it is to forget that.

No doubt residency is hard.  Being a doctor is hard.  But know what you're getting into, get as much information as you can, and thus armed, decide: do I want to do this?  Am I equipped to do this?  Do I have the support to do this?  And then make your choices.  Reading opposing viewpoints is good.  Reading different people's experiences is good--it's largely why I wrote my book, and why I continue to keep this blog, year after year.  Talk it over with your partner, your friends, your colleagues, your mentors.  All these things will inform your choices.  Live your life in whatever configuration, in whatever order you choose to live it in.

And then let the rest of us know how you're doing it too.

(Edited to add: I would love to hear discussion on this issue from all sides, and I'll thank my excellent readers in advance for keeping things collegial--in particular towards Dr. Sibert, who I don't know in person but is obviously a professional colleague in the world of anesthesia. We don't all always agree, but how boring life would be if we did.)

as time goes by

I don't really know what this says about me--probably nothing good--but I'm glad that September 11th doesn't fall during the work week this year.  Something about the idea of having the day, in all its past, present and future incarnations, commentated on relentlessly on the TV in the anesthesia lounge (I was going to say CNN but to be honest it seems that the default setting is usually Fox News) is more than I really have the stomach for.  As a native New Yorker who was in the city on the day of the attacks, I, like many, still feel that it's a little bit of a tender spot.  And I think I've talked in the past about how much doctors dislike having feelings.

Ten years later, the events of September 11th have arrived at their final resting place in history, though it's hard for me to put my finger on exactly where that is.  More often then not now, when I see it referenced (and granted, I no longer live in New York), it's held up as an emblem more than anything, or used as a supporting argument for this that or the other thing.  It's the stuff of decals, of commemorative plates, of tattoos and of posters.  And it makes it feel important but distant, like something horrible you'd read about in a book but hadn't actually lived through yourself.  The distance is inevitable.  Time makes everything less raw, a little less messy, and filters our memories through experience.

We even have a whole other language for it now.  September 11th is now "nine eleven."  I remember on the day of the attacks one of the doctors in the OR was speculating whether or not there was any significance to the fact that the date spelled out "9-1-1," as sort of a wink to the emergency response system that would surely be activated.  We didn't know to call it "nine eleven" then, the date itself at that time was nothing special.  In the weeks to follow, the smoking craters where the Twin Towers stood and where remains and debris were being excavated were still being referred to as "The Pit."  Not until later did the language of "Ground Zero" take hold, though now, you say "Ground Zero" in reference to Lower Manhattan and everyone knows what you're talking about.  Why do I bring this up?  I don't know.  Maybe because it's midnight and I'm on call and too wired to go to sleep.  Or maybe because, as strange as it sounds, I miss there being a time where that whole other language didn't yet exist.

Joe and I broke up shortly before September 11th, 2001, did I ever tell you that?  I probably didn't, it even in those early days of my blog I didn't exactly consider it grist for the mill, and I can't even remember why it was that we had broken up at the beginning of our third year of medical school, shortly after our OB rotation in Stamford, CT.  (I blame OB, personally.  Or maybe Stamford.  Probably both.)  Anyway, we'd broken up for some reason, and it was weird and awkward, because we were still in the same clerkship rotation group after all, and we still had to see each other every single second and act all normal and professional, which if you don't think was torture you've obviously never dated anyone before.  On September 11th, we were on one of our Surgical Subspecialty rotations, which I thought was a blessing because we got split up into smaller groups--I was rotating on Pediatric Urology, whereas Joe was, I think, rotating on ENT (Otolaryngology for your purists out there) in an entirely different part of the hospital.  It was a relief to be away from him, so I thought.  But after those planes hit that day, Joe was basically the only person I wanted to be with.  Six months later, we were engaged.

I don't really know what my point is with all this, and I know it sounds incredibly short-sighted or even mean-spirited to begrudge the way that the events of that day have become more totemic than real.  It's just that I can't help but to think that way.  It wasn't a T-shirt.  It wasn't a bumper sticker.  It wasn't a picture on a TV.  It was real.  The little things make it real, and each year that passes, the edges of those little things becomes increasingly softer.  But I still remember.  The blaring radio at the bagel store across the street from the hospital.  The smell of that fall morning walking into work.  The jungle animal print cap the anesthesiologist was wearing in the OR when we heard the news.  The way the smoke looked rising up to the sky, thick and billowing at the base, then spreading out into a blanketing haze.

It was real.  It happened.  We were there.  And you can print as many banners and lawn signs as you want, but New Yorkers don't need to be told to "Never Forget."  Because we never will.

shelf exam

I've only ever watched, like, two episodes of "Hoarders," but it's enough to make me feel 

1.) Vaguely reassured, that, despite my packrat tendencies, I'm not that bad (did you see the one with the lady that had two dried up dead cats under her rubble heap of trash?  Like cat jerky they were, good lord).  Also

2.) Slightly uneasy about my own clutter, to the point that, after I watched the last episode, I just started throwing things away to make myself feel better.

One thing that I've never been able to get rid of--even though we've moved five times (yes) since I started med school--is my books.  I am unnaturally attached to the books.  I have purged many of our other possessions, some of which would seem to have more sentimental value (Cal and Mack's old baby clothes went to Goodwill with the last move, for example--they were adorable and teeming with cuddly memories, but there's only so many outgrown onesies flopping around in boxes that I can abide) thought when it comes to my books, I have repeatedly put my foot down against giving any away.  Because you can tell a lot about people by their books.

We used to have them somewhat categorized on separate shelves (all our medical books were clustered together in our workspace, for example), but at this point the fact of unpacking them seemed like feat enough, so everything is all jumbled together in a hodgepodge.  Highbrow, lowbrow, and everything in between. 




Evidence that I don't just recommend books willy-nilly.  My own copy of Michael Ruhlman's "Walk on Water" has damn near been read to tatters, obviously.  (I used to have the unfortunate habit of reading in the bathtub, which no doubt accelerated the process.)  So you can see why I basically had to resuscitate myself when I heard he wrote a blurb for my book.




I went through I period in college where I read a lot of plays.  I also went through a period in college where I got used texts from the college bookstore for classes that I wasn't taking because I thought it would broaden my horizons or whatever.  (Nerd.)

And then when I was in med school I got a book of pictures of 1000 olde timey tattoos, just the right size to keep in the bathroom on top of the toilet.  Highbrow, lowbrow.




Ophthalmologists have the best words for Scrabble.




These EC comics were a Christmas gift from my parents.  Somewhere, possibly still in a box, is a complete box set of "Crime Suspense Stories," "Weird Science," and "Weird Science Fantasy."  A healthy proportion of the books on my bookshelf are actually comics or graphic novels, a fact that perplexes my mother-in-law a great deal.




I still have a handful of author copies for my own book lying around.  It seems weird to have them out but I literally don't have anywhere else good to put them.  But they're on a very low shelf, at least, so less visible, thereby making me a little bit less like Richard Dreyfus in "What About Bob?".





(I said a little bit.)

miscellaneous etcetera

I was trying to figure out why this week felt so interminable, when I remembered that I was on call this weekend, so instead of two separate weeks, I'm living through one endless mega-week.  Like a monobrow, there was no line of demarcation.  And since I didn't have a weekend to take care of all my odds and ends, I started off my week behind, so now I am tired.

But first things first.  The winner of the guerilla marketing campaign (and the pack of awesome ultra-fine-tipped gel pens, along with a signed copy of my book) is Julia Blue, who's ingenious book cross-promotion on Facebook impressed both me and my editor.  Julia, e-mail me your address, and I'll send those out.

(Speaking of mailing things out, if you have not received your pre-order bookmark yet, don't worry, you're going to receive your bookmarks, and many of you have already.  It's just that I actually got, like, ten times the number of e-mails than I had initially anticipated, so I'm just very, very slowly hand-writing the notes and addressing the envelopes and mailing them all out in between other pressing tasks I have to do, like going to work and raising my kids.  International pre-orders will probably ship out last, just because those are the only ones I actually have to take into the post office for air mail.  Everyone else, be patient, they'll all get shipped eventually, even if it kills me.  THANK YOU.  Unless it really does kill me, in which case: avenge my death.)

Uh, where was I?

Oh yes, it's been a long week.


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OK, so tell me what you think about this.  Cal's starting a new school this year for first grade.  We just found a copy of the summer reading list for rising first graders.  I'll just put part of it up here, see what you think.

On-Grade Level:
1. Arthur Series
2. Biscuit Finds A Friend, Alyssa Capucilli
3. Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you see?, Eric Carle
4. Dr. Seuss Beginning Reader Books
5. Franklin Series
6. Frog and Toad All Year, Arnold Label
7. Frog and Toad Are Friends, Arnold Label
8. Sheep in a Ship or Sheep in a Jeep, Nancy Shaw

A little more challenging:
1. Alex and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, Judith Viorist
2. Berenstain Bears Series, Stan and Jan Berenstain
3. Click, Clack, Moo: Cows That Type, Doreen
4. If You Give A Mouse A Cookie, Laura Joffe Numeroff
5. Little Bear’s Visit, Else Holmelund Minarik
6. Sheila Race the Brave, Kevin Henkes
7. Strega Nona Series
8. The Best Nest, P.D. Eastman
9. The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Eric Carle

OK, so look.  I like these books too.  I'm not saying my kid is some kind of super-brain, because he's not.  But really, these are the books that he's supposed to be reading for first grade?  "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" is a nice story, don't get me wrong, but is it really considered "a little more challenging" for a class of six and seven year-old kids?

Am I nuts?  Am I going Tiger Mom on this list?  Or do you think these books are too easy too?  Seriously, be honest, because I can't even tell.  I'm trying to figure out how much of it is just the fact that there's a range of books for all kids in the class, and how much of it is the fact that it seems like the expectations for our first graders is--look, I'm going to get flak for this, but I'm just going to say it--sadly low.

I'm not saying that I expect school to take the place of parents pushing (that word is so loaded, let's say "encouraging," because it sounds nicer although my meaning is the same) their kids to reach their full potential.  But I guess my fear is that if this reading list is a preview of the expectations for our first graders, school's going to be combination of mind-numbing boredom and then hours of meaningless busy work in the form of infinite homework assignments designed not to reinforce any actual learning, rather to fulfill some kind of meaningless quota.

I mean...OK.  Frog and Toad are very cute, and I love the fact that they are friends.  But people, really.  I mean, "THE VERY HUNGRY CATERPILLAR," for chrissake?


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Mack's enjoying school so far, even though the transition of actually being dropped off at school all day, coupled with a week of Extreme Togetherness (my new reality show) while we were on vacation for a week has turned him into some kind of Momma's Boy monster.  (MOMMA'S BOY MONSTER is the working title of my horror film screenplay.  Alternate title: THE CLINGER.)  The biggest problem with him right now is quite simply that he's two years old, and while Cal waited until he turned three for the worst of his behavioral tics, Mack has apparently been reading all the child development books and has seized upon the terrible twos with gusto.




I know it's a developmental phase, and that he's right on schedule, but seriously, watching him and his 720 degree changes of heart in under 30 seconds is vertiginous to say the least.  And it's just hard to keep up with exactly what phase of the I love you / I'm angry at you / I need you Mom, every second of every day, I must only breathe your exhaled air / NO MOM GO AWAY I DO IT MYSELF cycle he's on at any particular moment.

Kid's lucky he's cute is all I'm saying.


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Oh, and I'm not going to plug every last public thing I do excessively, because it's all on this page and you can just look at it at your leisure (or not), but I just wanted to share this one interview I did with Greg Berg on WGTD-FM, because Greg is a great interviewer who listens as much as he talks, and whose reading voice made the excerpts of the book sound much, much better than if I had read them myself.  Is there some NPR master class that teaches people how to talk good?  Because I'd sign up for that in a second.  And then I would narrate Ken Burns documentaries all freaking day.

Hope everyone's having a good week.

tripping to the light linktastic

First off, you guys knew there was virtually no way that I couldn't respond to this Op-Ed in The New York Times from this weekend right?  In case you hadn't read it, a quick excerpt to whet your appetite:

Students who aspire to go to medical school should think about the consequences if they decide to work part time or leave clinical medicine. It’s fair to ask them — women especially — to consider the conflicting demands that medicine and parenthood make before they accept (and deny to others) sought-after positions in medical school and residency. They must understand that medical education is a privilege, not an entitlement, and it confers a real moral obligation to serve.

I recently spoke with a college student who asked me if anesthesiology is a good field for women. She didn’t want to hear that my days are unpredictable because serious operations can take a long time and emergency surgery often needs to be done at night. What she really wanted to know was if my working life was consistent with her rosy vision of limited work hours and raising children. I doubt that she welcomed my parting advice: If you want to be a doctor, be a doctor.

(Italics and bold face I added for emphasis, but the words of the actual article are reproduced verbatim.)  So! Thoughts? I had a few. And I posted them here. I hope this doesn't count as some sort of cop-out substitute for an entry, but as both article probably highlight, the role of a physician parent is fairly busy, and there's only so much time in the day for writing, as much as I might love to do it.

For those somewhat less interested in the issue of out-of-home-working parenthood, here is a video from this weekend. As you can see, Cal went from being somewhat nervous in the water to staging his own underwater Cirque du Soleil.




And finally, remember to check out the awesome JetPens and book giveway in my guerilla marketing contest! Don't stress, your entry doesn't have to be anything XXX-treme, it could be as simple as starting a Twitter word-of-mouth campaign or sharing a link to the book on your Facebook page! Just e-mail me with a link to your entry to officially enter the contest! (This is just so I can keep track of everyone.) They're really good pens, guys. And it's a pretty decent book too, on an issue--the balance of medicine and parenthood--that clearly needs to be shared and discussed.




That about sums it up.  Hope you had a good Monday!

oh my stars, another giveaway!

Long-time readers may be aware that this site is not run for commercial purposes at all (that is to say, I don't run any outside ads) though as a citizen of the planet Earth I do interface with commerce from time to time and as such will occasionally talk about businesses or products that I find particularly delightful.  I am also aware that I have turned a good many of you onto becoming drooling, mindless zombie addicts of a site called JetPens, which features stationary products from Asia, and...well, I'm sorry, but it's not going to get much better.  (I myself have a relapsing remitting course of the disease.)

A few days ago, Brad from JetPens e-mailed me and said that he'd noticed that I, you know, enjoyed JetPen products (to put it somewhat mildly) and wanted to send me some samples to try out, as well as a gift to pass on to my readers.  I said, hmm, I don't know, I don't really have strong feelings about pens and stationery and nerd stuff like that but OH OK FINE SEND 'EM OVER.  I told him that much of my readership was medical, and as such, my interest were pens that were precise, smudgeproof, in colors reproducible by photocopy, and preferably retractable.  He sent me a few, and to be honest, I haven't really tried the others yet, but that's because the first pen I grabbed was this one.

THIS ONE:


OK, so before you tell me, let me save you the time.  I KNOW IT'S PURPLE.  That's the one he sent me, so that's the one I'm showing you.  It comes in other colors too, so don't, you know, freak out yet.  There's more freaking to be had a few paragraphs down.  Anyway, my childhood pediatrician wrote with a purple pen through the entire decade I was with his practice (I believe it was a purple Pilot Precise V5, now that I think of it--funny that I can remember that, but I DO) so, you know, it's a legitimate choice.  My pediatrician was a delightful gay man with a diamond earring who practiced out of an office in Greenwich Village and who smoked cigarettes in his office--sometimes while we were sitting there, holding his ashtray for him--so I'm not saying it's an orthodox choice, but I loved my Pediatrician and I love purple pens so there you go.

Anyway, let's get down to brass tacks.  It's called the Pilot FriXion Ball Knock Retractable Gel Ink Pen in 0.5mm point.  Why does it have so many parts to its name, like a member of British royalty?  UNCLEAR.  But it's a gel pen.  It's retractable.  The ink is waterproof and (I read somewhere) "alcohol proof."  It writes well.  But let the pen speak for itself.





Holy shit, guys, it's an erasable gel pen!  I DIE.  I'd had erasable pens in the past--they were something of a fad when I was in, oh, I want to say the fifth or sixth grade.  But this erasable pen is nothing like those sad, sticky, ballpoint pens of yesteryear with their unweildy grey gum erasers packed onto their readily displaced pen caps.  First of all, the ink is phenomenal.  Smooth, dark, rich, no globs.  Just like the best gel ink pens.  Secondly, the eraser is amazing.  It's not like a pencil eraser at all--it doesn't leave all those little eraser bits to brush away.  I think the erasing process actually works by friction (oh, I get it...FriXion!  Ah!) and it's the heat produced by the eraser rather than rubbing off bits of ink and paper itself that make the line disappear.  But it does erase, and it erases well, as you can see above.  How does it work?  Do I look like some kind of scientist?  I don't know.  Therefore, it is MAGIC.

OK, now for the bad part.  First of all, I'll probably never use this pen at work, because, well, I don't think you should write anything in the medical record that could be erased.  It doesn't erase just from touching it, mind you, but it's possible, over time and with a lot of rubbing, that the line may fade.  So that's one.  But remember, I work at a hospital--if you don't work at a hospital, or if you use pens for anything that's not archival, I really don't see any problem with it.

Secondly, I think that it is somewhat temperature sensitive, due to the aforementioned erasing capability.  I think that if you subject the erased ink to temperatures below - 10 degrees Celsius (14 degrees Fahrenheit), the erased lines may reappear.  But that could actually be kind of fun--I'm going to do an experiment later on and write a Super Secret Spy message for Cal that he can expose by sticking it in the freezer.  It'll be like Freaky Freezies--remember those gloves with the designs that would appear when you went out in the cold?  Anyone?  The '80s?  Yes well...they were cool.  Also, for the opposite reason, they don't recommend you leave the pen in a hot car, or on a tar roof in the middle of the summer or what have you.  These are all limitations, yes, but for most people, under most normal working circumstances, it is a really, really cool pen.

And, you know, I would give it away to you, my readers, only Cal has claimed it for his own, and therefore I have to give away this other thing, which is even better.




I have waxed rhapsodic about the Uniball Signo RT UM-138 pens before (I believe Brad noted that they were "my favorite," which is pretty close to accurate), and he sent along this 8 pack in all colors to give away to one lucky reader.




You may have noticed that I had to substitute a black Pilot G2 in 0.38mm point for the original black one that came in the pack, because SOMEONE (I suspect Cal) got into this pack before I could and now I can't find the black pen.  But I think I have a new black Signo RT UM-138 lying around somewhere from a previous JetPens foray, so if I find one of those, I'll sub it back in.




I'm also going to throw in, because it's going to be fitting for the rules of the giveaway, one free copy of my book.  It's OK if you already bought a copy, you can give it to a friend, because you're just that generous, and, might I mention, good-looking.  (I would like to point out, of course, that July 1st fast approaches, and there may well be no better gift for the new intern or resident in your life than this book, which many are calling "the new 'House of God'.")  How can you qualify for this fantastic giveaway?  I'm so glad you asked.

I've been doing promotion for my book.  And I'll not lie to you: it's hard.  Book promotion is one of those things that involves lots of time and energy and connections (and, let's be honest: money), and as a first-time author, albeit with a lovely and hard-working team behind me at my publisher who are doing a wonderful job, getting the word out about a book when you're not a Big Name can be difficult, especially in a choked summer market.  To be honest, it feels at times like wearing a sandwich board reading "WE BUY GOLD" in the middle of Midtown Manhattan next to a Sbarros as everyone rushes by avoiding eye contact.  There might be more that I could be doing, or should be doing, but the thing of it is, writing and this book is not my sole career.  So there's only so much time I realistically can spend, you know, pimping myself.

I've been thinking a little bit about guerrilla marketing, which is to say modes of marketing that involve unconventional and imaginative (and often interactive) devices rather than just, you know, a pile of cash to buy ads or shelf space.  Nowadays, I'm sure that using social media could be a big part of that kind of marketing approach.  So.  Here's the dizzle.

Think of some novel and imaginative way to get the word out about my book, which, in case you haven't been paying attention, is called "This Won't Hurt a Bit (and Other White Lies)."  If you're doing something online, do try to link to a site that sells the book, and/or the book website.  DON'T SPEND ANY MONEY TO DO THIS, I'm not telling you to go broke, I just want your help in trying new approaches and new avenues.  Also, don't break any laws.  (No murder, you guys.)  The aim is to not just to increase awareness of the book, but to get people to want to read it.

Use your blogs, use your Twitter accounts and Facebook, make a funny video on YouTube, whatever.  Just don't make it so that people are less likely to read the book after your efforts, you dig?  So do some novel publicity, something new and different that we haven't seen before, and then tell me about it.  You can e-mail me, with a link or a picture (preferred, so I can keep better track), or you can tell me on Facebook or Twitter.  (I am @scutmonkey on Twitter, and I friend all comers on Facebook, so go ahead, just ask.)  I will look at all the entries, most likely share them, and pick the most effective one by...oh, you want to say July 11th?  That's a month from now, that gives you enough time, right?  The winner gets the pens and the book and a personal thank-you note from me on my personal embossed stationery, which is something that I have now because I am a grownup, dammit.




Spread the word!  These pens need a good home!  Also the books, think of all the poor, orphaned books out there that need nice warm shelves or night stands to sleep on!  WON'T SOMEONE PLEASE THINK OF THE BOOKS?

Go!  Fly!  And thanks!

psychology today

You may have already seen this, but I have a new writing gig on Psychology Today, and as my first post, I put up a piece that I've been noodling around for a while, about work-life balance during residency.  If you haven't seen it yet, take a look.

It doesn't totally surprise me, though I guess I'd be lying if I didn't admit that it surprised me just a little, the reactions I got to the piece after I posted it.  There are some measured responses, some balanced responses, but also some responses that make me realize: wow, some people really feel a lot of generalized antipathy towards doctors.  And that makes me kind of sad, I guess.  I don't deny that it's a privilege to go to medical school, or that it's a privilege to take care of patients, but I wish...I don't know what I wish.  Maybe I just wish that criticisms lobbed towards doctors didn't automatically lead with the assumption that we are all terrible people with icy, cold hearts made of cash registers and human tears.  Or that we all drive Lexuses.

(And, for the record, though I feel partially like I'm losing ground by even bringing this up--neither Joe or I drive a Lexus.  I myself drive a Toyota Camary that we got from a used car dealer, whose cosmetic imperfections compel perfect strangers to stop me on the road in order to harangue me about body work.)

I put the piece up to talk about the fact that a profession born out of humanism sometimes fails to use humanistic principles in dealing with its own trainees--trainees who are largely idealistic and hardworking and wanting more than anything else to do good.  And yet many of the comments I got sort of went in another direction, almost like an airing of grievances about the whole of medical profession itself.  So.  Three things.

One: I'm really glad I wrote the book I did.  If for no other reason to humanize the practice of medicine to the outside, and to let people see what it's like, really like, to be a young medical trainee who, like all young medical trainees, got into this profession not for fame or fortune or the promise of a champagne fountain in their two-story foyer, but simply in the interest of trying to do her very best, for her patients and for her family.  Many, many of the people who have read my book already are involved in medicine in some way, but now, more than ever, I'm determined to bring it more to a non-medical audience.

Two: I have no problem with getting comments opposite to my own viewpoint (so long as they are not gratuitously vitriolic), because that's the value of having a system which encourages open discussion.  So I really hope that, for this piece and future pieces, that I get even more discussion, on all sides, and that the culture of those discussions is as well-conducted as the ones we've been able to have on this page.  Do you have any thoughts about the piece?  Why not weigh in?

Three: I'm delighted to have started writing online for Psychology Today, because I'm excited to bring the topics that I care about to a wider audience.  The focus of my column on PT is the human side of the medical profession, and I can already see that we're going to have a lot to talk about.  So what should I talk about next?  I have some ideas, but you guys tell me: what do you want to read about?

the life aquatic

I've been a little sporadic with the updates lately, and I apologize for that.  It's just that--well, I was away from home for about a week, and even though I'm really glad that I took the time for the book tour, I had a lot of guilt about leaving my kids, as one does.  It's one thing to be away for work--especially when you work in medicine, most of those long days and late nights can at least be couched in obligation or altruism, I DID IT FOR THE GOOD OF MANKIND and all that.  But there's no way around it, leaving home for a week to do book promotion was in large part elective and as such, felt somewhat self-indulgent, so I've been trying to make it up to my kids since then.  Mostly this involves spending a lot of time with them and taking them to the pool, largely so that they could cower by the water and tell me how cold it was.




(At the end of that clip, do you know how hard it was not to start launching into some discussion about hyperventilating at an FiO2 of 100% prior to breath-holding?  Don't know what I'm talking about?  Better for you, really.)

I had my last book event (for this round of book events, anyway) this past Thursday at the Atlanta History Center, and I have to say, it was the event that I was the most nervous about, mostly because 1.) people had to buy tickets to get in, which ramps up my responsibility not to be a blithering idiot somewhat, and 2.) this particular audience, more so than any other event on my tour, had the highest percentage of people who knew me in real life, and whom (I imagined) would spend the rest of my life giving me pitying glances wrapped in dulcet words of encouragement if I really bungled my talk.  I don't like to speak from a lot of notes (there's something inorganic and stilted about being too prepared; see the last Grand Rounds I gave for evidence) so while I had a few bullet points to sort of lead me down the garden path, largely I spoke extemporaneously.  It actually went pretty well, I think.




If you look all the way to the back of the room, you can actually see Cal sitting at the table playing iPad, which I specifically told him to do not only so that he wouldn't get fidgety, but so he wouldn't be paying attention to any of the bad words I was saying during my reading excerpts.  Mack was running around in the lobby (he kept pointing and shouting "Mama! Mama!" while I was at the podium so Joe removed him expediently and they spent the entire evening looking at Atlanta History Center promotional posters), and the one other kid in the audience was, like, 4 months old, so who cares, BABIES DON'T KNOW ANYTHING.  Who knew a memoir about medicine and parenthood could be so corrupting?

Anyway, it's been a very exciting two weeks, but I'm really glad to be going back to work tomorrow.  For all its fallibility and uncertainty, there is a certain concreteness to medicine that I miss, as well as that feeling that that feeling that small everyday actions can make a large, lasting difference.  I know that's true in life overall, not just in medicine, but in a hospital at least, there's usually coffee and day-old donuts hiding somewhere.

And now I'll leave you with this.  Here is a chicken in Uganda pecking at my book.  Why?  More like WHY NOT?





That is all.  (Thanks, Veronica!)

you guys!

I flew back into Atlanta early Tuesday morning, on a 6:00am flight out of Logan.  It had been a while since I had been in Boston (I actually don't think I'd been in Boston or even anywhere near it since college, which seems like it should be that long but was, in actuality, almost twelve years ago), but aside from the weather being ridiculously cold and dreary, it was exactly as I remembered it, including the automated voice on the Red Line on the T which informed me that "Charles/MGH" was the next stop for, like, three stops in a row.

The book events, all of them, were great.  I had conferred with a few friends in the writing business beforehand about the very fact of doing any live book events, and one of them in particular (my friend from high school Deanna Fei, whose book is out in paperback now) told me that she had been told that one is not a "real author" until they have a book reading at which only two people show up, and one of those two people is the author's mom.  So I had some real fears that this might happen to me, and that I would just be crushed because, you know, I just spent six days away from my kids in order to do all this stuff.  

But you guys!  You guys really made it worthwhile.




This was the turnout at The Coop in Cambridge on Monday.  It was a great venue, and it was actually the only venue at which they set up a podium with a microphone, which was perfect, because after the other two events and doing all those radio interviews, I was kind of starting to lose my voice.  I can't help it, I'm not much of a projector when I talk, usually I'm using my dulcet tones to soothe, like Smoove B.

The book tour (short as it was; I wouldn't have minded going to more cities, and maybe in the future I will, depending on how my schedule and how things with the book are going) was so much fun.  Even the smallest event, which was in Philly, drew more than 20 people, and even if one of those people was clearly there primarily to eat cheese and drink free wine, he was at the least very attentive, and if I may say, his large beard was magnificent.

It was fantastic to meet so many readers, of course--and I was impressed because some of you guys have been reading for a long time, I had more than a few people come with their old copies of Issue #1 (and only) of Scutmonkey Comics, very old skool.  (Fair warning: clicking that link may cause cortical blindness.  White font on a black background with hot pink accents--mistakes were made.)

But what was really amazing was to have the chance to connect with the many, many old friends that I picked up along the way.  In the course of my six days on the road, I caught up with my family, and some of my oldest friends from high school, college, med school and residency.  Guys, I had dinner in Boston with my old Orgo professor and my old pre-med advisor, and we talked about our kids, like I was a grown-up person or something.  It was like "This Is Your Life, Michelle Au"  Blew my mind.

And I think that's what I got out of the book tour most of all.  The events were a blast, and I can only hope that it's going to help the book get some buzz or traction in this busy summer market (speaking of which, my book makes a pretty awesome graduation present, if you happen to be choosing between my book and, like, Betty White's new memoir) but most of all it reminded me of how lucky I am to have so many amazing people in my life, and that where you've been is just as important as what comes next.  

OK, I've got a ton of catching up to do right now, but more soon.  And thank you again to everyone who came to my book events, it really meant a lot to me to see you all there.  Don't forget, people in the Southeast, I still do have one more book event tomorrow evening, 7:00pm at the Atlanta History Center.  Information can be found here or here, RSVP to reserve a spot, or you can buy tickets at the door.

the hometown crew

The book event in NYC last night was...well, take a look.



The event was awesome.  I was a little concerned about attendance beforehand, because it was a Wednesday, and a little early for some people getting off work, maybe a little late for others.  But the turnout was fantastic, we pretty much sold out all the books in stock, and the discussion afterwards was really good.  Thanks for coming out, New York!

(Philly, are we going to be having some fun too?  Come on then!  I'm a little anxious about Philly because it's the city that I begged to have added to the tour but also the only city where I've never actually lived or gone to school.  But Philly is such a great medical town and so close by that I just couldn't image passing up the opportunity to meet some of you in person.  So...see you tomorrow?  And bring your friends!  All 500 of them!)

Before the book event I swung up to Washington Heights to visit with some folks and visit the med school.  You know what?  It's exactly the same.  Kind of grim, kind of imposing, with a lot of people in white coats walking around.  Feels like I never left.





I would have taken more pictures but there were so many people walking around that I probably would have gotten plowed down if I tried.  Luckily, some assiduous readers helped me out with this one:




(Thanks, Valerie L.!)

Anyway, I'll be heading to Philly tomorrow, where I'll be spending some time with my old friend Tammy, who has the distinction of being the person who convinced me to switch from Peds to Anesthesia in the first place.  We're going to the famed Mutter Museum (of Medical Marvels?) before the book event that evening, and if you don't think I will live-Tweet that shit, then obviously you don't know me at all.

Finally, a few more pictures of the book out in the wild.  Thanks to everyone for sending them in, I can't fit them all in this entry, but I picked a handful that were fun.

In honor of the first scene in the book, which some of the morning radio interviewers from today laughingly said they deliberately avoided talking about in great depth (heh) in case some of their listeners were still eating breakfast.  Thanks, Sangeetha!




Here we are, atop the CN building in Toronto, which is apparently the tallest building in the Western Hemisphere.  Lofty!  By the way, reminds me of this: On Old Olympus's Tower Tops, A Finn and German Vied At Hopps.  Quick, what is this mnemonic for?  And why do I still remember it?  Ah, the sticky and sometimes random power of memory.  (To be clear, yes, I do still kind of need to know this, and the mnemonic helps.)




Monkey see one, monkey do one.  Now we just need a shot of the monkey teaching some other monkey how to suture banans.  IT'S THE CIRCLE OF LIFE.





Finally, this last one (thanks Mingle!) is for Cal and Mack, who both LOVE "Angry Birds," which Cal can play with some skill, although Mack mainly just slingshots most of his birds backwards or straight into the ground. Which is a good segue to point out that the book is available in all e-book formats now!  Instant gratification, ho!




Thanks, everyone.  See you tomorrow in Philly, and then on Monday in Cambridge.  Surely there will be some sort of yard nearby in which to park your car.

pub date

I had mixed emotions as I headed for the airport this morning to start the first leg of my book tour.  I'm happy that the official publication has finally arrived of course, and the idea of doing publicity is kind of exciting, in the way that novel things are exciting.  But another part of me is kind of sad, leaving my kids for six days.  I know six days isn't a hell of a long time, but that's all relative.  And for a two year-old that lies in bed every night clutching a hank of my hair, brushing the wisps against his cheek while murmuring, "Hair...hair..." it might seem like an awfully long time.

(Does that sound creepy?  He's a baby.  Not creepy.  But if he was a grown-ass person, yes, kind of weird.)

Even as a resident, I never spent more than 36 hours away from my kids (well, singular "kid" at the time), and the first time I spent even more time away than that was a few weeks ago when I went to Iowa City for 48 hours.  So this is...a longer trip.  Six days.

But I really wanted to do this and I think it's important (or at least, I hope it is) to do some in person events in big medical cities and at least start to thank some of the many, many readers that are generating good word of mouth for the book and making sure that it's going to be a success.  So let's make it count!  Come on out to the book events, tell your friends, drag along your relatives, whatever.  Or else I'm going to have to tell my kids that I spent six days away from home in order to sit on a series of folding chairs in various bookstores while pretending to check my email.





See you guys at the Columbia University bookstore (116th and Broadway, thereabouts) at 6:00pm tonight, and for a drink and some giant haggis-looking burritos at The Heights afterwards.  And if you're in Philly, join us for the event this Friday the 13th at the Penn Book Center.  FRIDAY THE 13th.  Like I said before, I can't promise that the reading won't prevent you from being crushed by a falling piano, but IT MIGHT.  Not worth the risk either way--just go to cover all your bases.

Oh, and you know the book has finally gone live for the Kindle and the Nook, right?  Oh good.  Also, the bookmarks giveaway is officially closed, thanks to everyone who e-mailed me and who pre-ordered the book before today.  I'm working on getting those bookmarks out in a timely way, but there are a lot of you guys, and that's a lot of notes to write and envelopes to lick.  But never fear, I'll get them all to the post office eventually.

radiolucent

Hey everyone, hope your Mother's Day was swell.  And thanks again for all the great photos you've been sending me--I have them all saved, but I'm going to preempt them for this series, which I received from Bea, Eve, Jess and Tony, some of my old friends from med school.  They got quite into the spirit of things, as you can see.  AND I LOVE IT.


Here is my book getting a mammogram.  Or rather, my book as a boob.


And here Natalie, a patient care assistant, demonstrates that reading my book can make getting a mammogram a slightly less unpleasant experience.


Tony, my old med school classmate, poses in the CT scanner with his copy.


And Bea, who's actually in the book (she's the one who compares med school to being in the army) gets a brain MRI while reading.  Now if only it was a functional MRI, so we could see which areas of the brain light up.  (My guess: the hippocampus, and the amygdala.  Neuroanatomy humor, hey-ooooo!)


This one I thought was super-cool: my book in the MRI coil.  See how the suture needles are attracted to the MRI field, and are getting dragged into the coil?  I get really paranoid about that every time I have to administer anesthesia in the MRI scanner--I keep having this vision that my pen or something is going to shoot out of my pocket into the coil and stab someone.



Hello, other authors.  Have you had your books examined under fluoroscopy?  Pity.  IT IS AWESOME.




Luckily, the scan came out clean.  Radiolucent as the driven snow, baby.

Bea was right, by the way.  Med school is like the army.  I mean, there's no actual warfare (for the most part), but you're working hard and going through some physically and psychological hardships with the same group of people for four years, all while charged with a greater sense of purpose.  And it really affects the quality of the relationships you form with people during those four years.  I met my best friend in med school--later, I married him.  There are friends I have from med school that I know I'll keep in touch with my entire life.  Because we've been through the fire together and emerged intact.  We did it together.  And most importantly, we had fun.  




Anyway, that's something I want to convey to people who are pre-med right now, or in med school, or going through residency.  It's hard, but you have people around you, and you're doing it together.  Don't forget to have fun.  Because that sense of fun is what's going to carry you through, and it's what's going to meet you on the other side.

Thanks, Bea, Jess, Eve and Tony!  I admit, getting that photo montage from you guys made me tear up a little bit, and I am not a person who habitually tears up at stuff, with the exception of "Toy Story 3," because good lord, I'm human after all.

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Hey, do you have a radio?  Do you live in the Southeast?  Well then, listen to me on the radio tomorrow!  I will try not to embarrass anyone!  First at 8:20am on KFRU-AM out of Columbia, MO on the David Lile Show, and then at 9:35am on WRVC-AM out of Huntington, West VA.  (The website for WRVC-AM does not seem to be displaying correctly on my browser, but maybe it's just me?)  It's live radio for both shows, so watch it in the same spirit that you watched that live episode of "30 Rock," 50% out of actual interest for the topic, and 50% for the bread and circus and the excitement of me slipping up and saying something irrevocably dumb.  I LIVE TO ENTERTAIN YOU.

Also, let me point out that I added a meet-up for after the NYC event this Wednesday at the Columbia University bookstore.  So after the reading, let's say around 8:00pm, we'll meet at The Heights, which is about a five minute walk away.  It's a nice place and they have a nice rooftop bar, and yes, yes, I know, it's a Wednesday and you have to get home to study (or whatever)...but have have to eat anyway, and it's not like we're going to keep you out all night and get you wasted or anything, just stop by and relax with some harmless pleasant nerds.  It'll be pleasant and I guarantee that taking a few hours off on one night will do more for good for your brain than studying all the rest of the entire week.

I'm shipping out bookmarks in the middle of next week.  Even though the book is widely available at this point, I did say originally that the bookmark giveaway was for all orders prior to May 11th (which is the "official" publication date), so that offer still stands as is.  You still have a couple of days to get your free bookmarks and a personal note from me, so if you were waiting for some reason, go ahead an order the book and then e-mail me  to let me know you did!  I will mail you one bookmark for each book you order prior to Wednesday, so yes, if you order ten books, I will mail you ten bookmarks.  Need I also point out that it makes a wonderful graduation gift?  Much better than a polyester stuffed bear wearing a mortarboard, I can tell you that right now.