Seriously, there is nothing sweet about diabetes.
Even our most complicated diabetics, which give me palpitations, pale in comparison to those cared for by my internal medicine colleagues.
Also, sugar will be the greatest teratogen of our time.
Teratogen is a fancy word that means it messes the baby up. Ok, fine, a more formal definition is “something that cause malformation of the embryo/fetus.” Birth defects. That bad stuff.
I tried to decrease the amount of sugar I ate starting around April or so (bedsides fruit, because I mean…apples are my favorite food). I watched “Fed Up,” a documentary by Katie Couric, and had a little push from a friend (thanks Jaws) and quit the nightly chocolate/dessert habit.
Saturday, it was one of our attending’s last days (for those of you in NYU OB/GYN world, Dr. Morrow’s last L&D stand), and the nurses threw a party. I ate cake. And about two hours later I felt tired, lethargic, and cranky.
Somewhere in “Fed Up” they talk about how sugar and insulin changes your brain chemistry and blah blah blah…I’m too tired to look it up and tell you…but literally I could not believe how much worse I felt eating sugar that I don’t normally eat.
So, yeah, sugar ain’t so sweet, yo. There’s nothing cool about a finger stick over 200.
A thank you note to 5 o’clock.
Dear 5 O’Clock,
Thank you for bringing either a triage “bus,” complicated new patients, or both. You know, a seemingly smooth day can be thwarted just at the stroke of 5. The witching hour of OB triage.
Its so nice of you to bring these challenges just one hour before sign out. You really challenge me to work quickly and efficiently so I don’t look like an idiot at sign out, which you inevitably do, since you always bring something really complicated, naturally.
Your 4 am counterpart – send them a thank you, too.
OB Residents Everywhere
I am tired.
It is time for bed.
To bed I said!
Until next time…
Daily Coffee Tally: 2