Long night's journey into day.....
Apr. 16th, 2015 05:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osodecanelaIt's 0438 & I just got home. The last 36 hours have been a bear.
Every 2 years I have to renew my neonatal resuscitation certificate in order to maintain my OB privileges at both hospitals in town. Two years ago I thought it would be my last time to do so; I'd decided I'd stop delivering babies when I turned 60. However, now that my arthritis is in remission, I've changed my mind for now and will go at least another year and see how it feels. I still smile when I'm asked socially if I'm a midwife; after all, the long haired, aging hippy couldn't possibly have an MD after his name, could he? With my grey finally beginning to take hold, I imagine soon I'll get asked about being a granny midwife.
Recertification meant first reading the current 365 manual, then doing a written test on line, followed by a practical exam at the hospital. I cracked the new manual Tuesday afternoon finishing shortly before midnight; I tried to get online Tuesday evening to do the testing, but could not maneuver my way through the website without information from sources in their technical support and they closed down at 7pm. So I was up at 6:45 to get to tech support at 7 when they opened and by 8 I was taking the test. An hour later I was out the door to the practical & by noon I was recertified.
Toasted was how I felt. I don't sleep well when I'm preoccupied and doing these recerts gets me playing all the negative tapes about not being good enough. I pass them every time I take them without difficulty, but still I remain my own harshest critic. I had images of getting into bed to sleep. My husband had similar thoughts about getting into bed, but sleep wasn't on his agenda. I was. Thereafter I slept, at least for a few hours.
I hadn't remembered I was the doc de jour for my call group tonight. The calls started in earnest at a few minutes past 6, & by 9:30 I was on the road back to the hospital, 2 people to admit. A third would follow before I could get there.
Time to fold. In 4 hours I'll need to be up to start this game all over again.
Every 2 years I have to renew my neonatal resuscitation certificate in order to maintain my OB privileges at both hospitals in town. Two years ago I thought it would be my last time to do so; I'd decided I'd stop delivering babies when I turned 60. However, now that my arthritis is in remission, I've changed my mind for now and will go at least another year and see how it feels. I still smile when I'm asked socially if I'm a midwife; after all, the long haired, aging hippy couldn't possibly have an MD after his name, could he? With my grey finally beginning to take hold, I imagine soon I'll get asked about being a granny midwife.
Recertification meant first reading the current 365 manual, then doing a written test on line, followed by a practical exam at the hospital. I cracked the new manual Tuesday afternoon finishing shortly before midnight; I tried to get online Tuesday evening to do the testing, but could not maneuver my way through the website without information from sources in their technical support and they closed down at 7pm. So I was up at 6:45 to get to tech support at 7 when they opened and by 8 I was taking the test. An hour later I was out the door to the practical & by noon I was recertified.
Toasted was how I felt. I don't sleep well when I'm preoccupied and doing these recerts gets me playing all the negative tapes about not being good enough. I pass them every time I take them without difficulty, but still I remain my own harshest critic. I had images of getting into bed to sleep. My husband had similar thoughts about getting into bed, but sleep wasn't on his agenda. I was. Thereafter I slept, at least for a few hours.
I hadn't remembered I was the doc de jour for my call group tonight. The calls started in earnest at a few minutes past 6, & by 9:30 I was on the road back to the hospital, 2 people to admit. A third would follow before I could get there.
Time to fold. In 4 hours I'll need to be up to start this game all over again.
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