Friday, June 27, 2014


I'd like a face-to-face the impatient bonehead who paged Doc H at 2:02am this morning. And, before you go pounding on me for calling out a poor resident... I'm pretty sure this was NOT a resident. We all know they are moving about the country right now.  Plus Doc H is pretty forgiving when it comes to residents. He was not all that forgiving with regards to this one.

At the pager's demand, Doc H immediatley extracted himself out of our bed, made a bee-line for the rest room where he splashes some cold water on his face in an effort to make sure he's awake to make sound decisions. This action takes no more than 60 seconds. In all honesty, it's probably more like 30 seconds.

As I lay listening to the bathroom water run, and despite the stabbing pain of the pager to my eardrums,  I'm desperately trying to retreat back into my dark and dreamy cocoon.

At this point, I'm feeling pretty confident about my chances of beating this particular battle against the pager. Doc H is tip-toeing around in the bathroom. The kids are sleeping, the dogs are sleeping, and  the annoying mocking bird who has decided to take up residence in the tree outside our bedroom has even quieted his nocturnal squawks.

Approximately thirty seconds ago the pager went off. Doc H is preparing to return the page. Other than his stealth-like movements, the house is still.

I exhale, giving my body permission to relax and meld itself with my bed. I'm making my way back to dreamland.

Thirty seconds, maybe sixty.

Home phone begins ringing incessantly! Thank God, I don't sleep with a loaded gun on my nightstand. The phone sitting on my nightstand would've found itself with more holes than the sweater I tried to knit for Doc H last Christmas after returning home from my annual eggnog-a-thon night with my bunko gals.


I don't even bother putting a stop to the ringing. I allow it to continue ringing. I realize my shortcomings. I have nothing nice to say at 2:02am. I mean, I love Jesus, but I'm pretty sure even Jesus can appreciate the importance of sleep at 2:02am. And, I don't want to be the one to set off the inferno that burns bridges at the hospital or with any of Doc H's colleagues... even as enticing as that may seem.

However, I realize a person's life might be at stake. If the hospital is CALLING my house, I assume someone is DYING, BLEEDING INCESSANTLY. So, I let Doc H take care of it without giving him grief. I've never asked that he sleep in a different room when he's on-call, I've never yelled at him to be quiet, or chastised him for turning on lights when he's had to return a page. I call it my "supportive tolerance" of this craziness.

With the pager and phone call less than a minute apart, I deduce a critical emergency is in full throttle. I fully anticipate Doc H to turn on lights, race to the closet to dress, bang around a bit, and run out the door.

Instead, I get a slow, dark stumble back into bed and a huffing gruffling from my Doc H.

Non-emergent test results do not require paging AND CALLING A DOCTOR'S PERSONAL RESIDENCE at 2:02 in the morning!!!

Bonehead. Bonehead.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Balance in medicine

Hi Friends!

Today I'm thrilled to share some exciting news! Our Medical Monday friend and medical intern, Eniola, has published her first novel! Below she shares her background, a brief synopsis of the novel, and even a GIVEAWAY! Please enter and support Eniola as she debuts her novel!  ~ YDW

Balance in medicine...

When I was in medical school I was pretty obsessed with medical school and all things medical. One day,  I realized that I needed balance in my life. So what exactly did I do to find balance I wrote a novel about being in med school IN medical school. 
Medical school was a very interesting and exciting process. I wanted a memorial for that period in my life so I began to catalogue my experiences in what became my debut novel, Still. See right before I started medical school, I was going through a challenging period of my life. I found love,  an adopted family, and a lot of excitement in medical school. That is why I have probably idealized the time period in my head.
In my third year of medical school, in my quest to find balance,  I realized I had another side of me that I allowed to die. You see I used to write when I was younger. I would cop y novels I read like Baby Sitters Club and Sweet Valley High and try and pass then off as mine to my sister. She was not amused.  My childhood home was littered with half finished manuscripts. I read everything and I was inspired by everything to write. 
When I got into medical school, writing was pushed to the side while I concentrated on my career. Until I suddenly realized that I did not have to stop writing because of medical school. Then I found a perfect outlet for both sides of my personality with my novel Still. The stories being told around me in my friends’ lives, in my colleagues’ lives and my life inspired me. 
Writing in medical school was an interesting experience wrote immediately after I got back from the wards, right before I had to study for third year examinations (NBME shelves) and I squeezed in time in between rotations. And I enjoyed every minute of it. It made me realize that 1. Pursuing other things I was passionate about outside of medicine was possible. 2. If it was important I would make time for it.
 See I was so used to giving my family, friend, and acquaintances the tried and true catalogue of excuses
I am busy. I have to study. I don’t have time. 
Then I realized it WAS possible to make time outside of medicine if it was important to me. Writing and publishing my debut novel Still has been a rewarding experience not only to me but to other people that I have been able to connect with me through my blog. Publishing a novel made my life a lot more busy but more balanced. Even as I went further in my medical career, Still  is the baby I have outside of medicine. Yes it WAS about medicine and it reminded me about medicine but it wasn’t medicine. 
We are not wired to be fulfilled by a singular activity and because medicine meant so much to me I used to live my life like that. Now I know my heart is big enough for other stuff… at least I think it is.

About the author 

Eniola Prentice is in her intern year in Virginia. She enjoys writing on her blog, reading other novels and dancing in front of her full length mirror. Still is her debut novel and she hopes her writing compels people about God’s all encompassing love. 

About the novel 

A broken soul, 
an alcoholic, 
a certifiable genius, 
a Christian man 
and a secret that will destroy the bonds of their friendship. 
When self-proclaimed atheist Fadesola, gets into medical school she believes that it’s a fresh start of sorts for her. Until she discovers  her class mate is charming and handsome Tayo Smith, a man she encountered in a violent moment years ago. This revelation shatters Fadesola’s already fragile emotional state but hope comes where she least expects it. A seemingly innocent friendship with Tayo’s friend, Ladi, slowly develops into a smoldering relationship with both afraid to acknowledge their mutual feelings. Things get even more complicated when Nikky, Fadesola’s classmate and friend, ignores her desperate warnings and decides that Tayo is the man she is meant to be with. However, within the complexities of this friendship these flawed individuals will experience God’s redemptive grace in a setting each believed his love would never find them. Still, the first book of a four part series is a coming of age story about navigating through medical school in the first year, complete with hilarious hook ups and breaks ups, legendary parties and incessant studying, and experiencing the triumph of success and disappointment of failure. 
Eniola Prentice, in her extraordinary debut novel has written a gripping and thought provoking story that examines Christianity, mental illness, suicide and alcoholism. 
You can get your copy of the novel on Amazon

To celebrate the release of her debut novel, Still, Eniola is running a giveaway contest open to residents of the United States. You can win a free signed copy of the novel, a $40 Amazon gift card and a mystery gift. You can enter the giveaway below. 


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