And the PICU begins...

I survived day #1 in the ICU. I got to the hospital a full hour after my co-resident and still managed to leave before her so I guess you could call that success. We have a sick bunch of patients. I am starting on the cardiac side of the ICU and will switch to the medicine side in about two weeks. I'm sure Matt would be loving these babies but me... not so much. Just to give you an idea of our kiddos: two of my eight patients this morning have their chests still open post-operatively, one has a Berlin heart (a device that acts as the left ventricle until a donor heart is found for transplant), and one is three days out from his heart transplant. So far things have gone okay, but we'll have to see how call goes tomorrow. I hear that's the crushing part. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

On a lighter note, I have lots of stories from memorial day weekend: getting stuck in the airport, seeing my favorite college girls, and celebrating India's upcoming wedding! Stay tuned for (selected) pictures and stories once I have time. It's only 8pm but time for bed so I can survive my 30 hour shift tomorrow. Boo.