As a resident, I couldn't wait for the day that I would be an attending and would get to do fewer call shifts. In my last two years of residency, I did 130 days of call per year, while as an attending I do about 70 days per year. I anticipated that my attending schedule would feel positively luxurious by comparison, but of course, as with many things in life, that hasn't been the case. Somehow doing less call makes me less accustomed to it and even more resentful of it when I'm in the midst of it.
Generally, I spend my weeks on call in a self-indulgent funk. I whine about how busy I am and how long the days are; I neglect anything that isn't work-related (thank all that is holy for housekeepers); and I live off of all the foods that I tell my patients to never eat. I'm about as miserable and self-pitying as an adult can acceptably be. Possibly more so.
This call period, however, things seem to have shifted, if only the slightest bit. I hate my life a little less than normal. My smiles for patients and co-workers are a little more sincere. I spread a little less misery everywhere I go.
Being caught up on everything at the start of the call period has probably been the biggest contributor to my slightly less horrible than usual mood. My state of being on top of things lasted for all of one day after I started call, but at the very least I've only had to scramble to keep up with the additional work of call*, rather than struggling not to drown under call work and leftover work from the weeks before. There is comfort in knowing that, at the absolute worst, I'm no more than two weeks behind on things.
The slight reduction in overwhelm at work has carried over into not feeling like I want to die when I get home, which in turn has led to me actually doing productive things in the evening. Where normally I would binge watch Gilmore Girls with a peanut butter chocolate Drumstick** in my hand, I've actually gone for walks to enjoy the beautiful Spring weather. I've done dishes. I've paid bills. I'm actually adulting!
Maybe forty will be the year that I actually grow up?
*Unsuccessfully, of course.
**Immediately after writing this I ate a peanut butter chocolate Drumstick. Because I'm only human. I would've turned on Gilmore Girls, but the girlfriend isn't home, and I think watching our show without her is probably grounds for divorce.
Showing posts with label Trying to be a Better Person. Show all posts
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Tuesday, June 6, 2017
Sunday, January 22, 2017
What is Done, and What is Left to Do
It will probably come as no surprise to anyone who reads my blog that I am feeling pretty burnt out at the moment, as the few posts that I've had the mental energy to write over the past few months have been all about work stress and feeling exhausted and being too much of a grouch to even want to buy Christmas gifts. I think I've done a decent job of hiding my dissatisfaction at work, but my poor partner, M, has had to put up with some pretty spectacular wallowing when I haven't been working. It is frustrating, and frightening, to have put 16 years into training only to find myself feeling this level of unhappiness with my work.
So I've been thinking a lot (i.e. pretty much all the time) about what to do about it. I've been reading blogs and journaling and talking M's ears off in an attempt to figure out some way of becoming happier. (I haven't been exercising or meditating, of course, because those things might actually work.) I even bought a book about physician burnout, despite absolutely hating the last physician burnout book I read. And, much to my surprise, the book has been kind of helpful.
One of the ideas in the book is that, as physicians, we are always focused on what remains to be done: how many letters we need to dictate, how many patients we need to see, how many bloody multi-page forms we need to fill out. By constantly thinking about what still needs to be done, however, we inevitably feel like we aren't accomplishing anything, and we get discouraged by the seemingly neverending to-do list. Instead, we'd be much better off putting our focus on what we've already done, so that we are positively celebrating our accomplishments instead of always negatively dreading the work to come.
It's a pretty simple idea, and it requires pretty minimal energy and absolutely zero time, so I decided to try it out this week. No longer was I going to count the patient files on my desk that needed to be dictated (about 20 at current count); instead, I was going to count the ones in my outbox that were already done. Instead of focusing on the number of patients remaining to be seen, I was going to focus on the ones that had already been dealt with. Pay attention to the positive, not the negative.
It sounds cheesy to even write this...but it kind of helped. It made me realize that my list of things that I have already accomplished is pretty enormous, and it dwarfs the few hours of paperwork that I left undone at work on Friday. It felt surprisingly good to be a bit of a cheerleader for myself, instead of the evil taskmaster who is always yelling at myself to work harder! and faster! and better!
It worked so well that I decided to apply this mindset to an area of my life that causes my unnecessary anxiety: my finances. I'm in pretty good financial shape for being 17 months into practice, yet I waste a lot of energy thinking about how far away I am from being able to retire. This week, instead of constantly thinking about the minimum of 10 years of work that I will have to do to save up a decent retirement fund, I took a few minutes to list the major financial accomplishments I've made over the past 17 months:
I know that there are still a lot of things that I need to do to feel happier with my work, but I think that changing my mindset has been an important first step. Despite being on call again this week**, I've been in a much better mood than I have been since my really stressful department meeting. I now have six weeks of no call, which includes a one-week trip to Cuba, so hopefully there are even better things ahead.
*My job isn't actually all that miserable. I'm just feeling so exhausted by it that I am having a hard time seeing the good things. Which I'm working on.
**I sat down this week and figured out just how much call I've been doing lately, and I realized that I've been on call 1/3 of the time for the past 3.5 months. That's the amount of call that I should be doing in a 6-month period, and it's equal to the maximum amount of call that a resident is allowed to do. Suddenly I don't feel so guilty for feeling tired! As a result of this realization, I've reviewed my call schedule for the upcoming year and identified a few similar problem periods that can hopefully be improved by a bit of swapping with my colleagues.
So I've been thinking a lot (i.e. pretty much all the time) about what to do about it. I've been reading blogs and journaling and talking M's ears off in an attempt to figure out some way of becoming happier. (I haven't been exercising or meditating, of course, because those things might actually work.) I even bought a book about physician burnout, despite absolutely hating the last physician burnout book I read. And, much to my surprise, the book has been kind of helpful.
One of the ideas in the book is that, as physicians, we are always focused on what remains to be done: how many letters we need to dictate, how many patients we need to see, how many bloody multi-page forms we need to fill out. By constantly thinking about what still needs to be done, however, we inevitably feel like we aren't accomplishing anything, and we get discouraged by the seemingly neverending to-do list. Instead, we'd be much better off putting our focus on what we've already done, so that we are positively celebrating our accomplishments instead of always negatively dreading the work to come.
It's a pretty simple idea, and it requires pretty minimal energy and absolutely zero time, so I decided to try it out this week. No longer was I going to count the patient files on my desk that needed to be dictated (about 20 at current count); instead, I was going to count the ones in my outbox that were already done. Instead of focusing on the number of patients remaining to be seen, I was going to focus on the ones that had already been dealt with. Pay attention to the positive, not the negative.
It sounds cheesy to even write this...but it kind of helped. It made me realize that my list of things that I have already accomplished is pretty enormous, and it dwarfs the few hours of paperwork that I left undone at work on Friday. It felt surprisingly good to be a bit of a cheerleader for myself, instead of the evil taskmaster who is always yelling at myself to work harder! and faster! and better!
It worked so well that I decided to apply this mindset to an area of my life that causes my unnecessary anxiety: my finances. I'm in pretty good financial shape for being 17 months into practice, yet I waste a lot of energy thinking about how far away I am from being able to retire. This week, instead of constantly thinking about the minimum of 10 years of work that I will have to do to save up a decent retirement fund, I took a few minutes to list the major financial accomplishments I've made over the past 17 months:
- Saved up enough money in my investments that I could pay off my line of credit if I wanted to;
- Saved up enough money that, between M and me, we can make a 20% downpayment on a nice house in our chosen neighbourhood; and
- Saved up enough money in my investments that I could live at my current level of spending for approximately one year (or for a very long time if I stopped eating out so frequently).
I know that there are still a lot of things that I need to do to feel happier with my work, but I think that changing my mindset has been an important first step. Despite being on call again this week**, I've been in a much better mood than I have been since my really stressful department meeting. I now have six weeks of no call, which includes a one-week trip to Cuba, so hopefully there are even better things ahead.
*My job isn't actually all that miserable. I'm just feeling so exhausted by it that I am having a hard time seeing the good things. Which I'm working on.
**I sat down this week and figured out just how much call I've been doing lately, and I realized that I've been on call 1/3 of the time for the past 3.5 months. That's the amount of call that I should be doing in a 6-month period, and it's equal to the maximum amount of call that a resident is allowed to do. Suddenly I don't feel so guilty for feeling tired! As a result of this realization, I've reviewed my call schedule for the upcoming year and identified a few similar problem periods that can hopefully be improved by a bit of swapping with my colleagues.
Thursday, October 6, 2016
The Time I Failed At Meditation
A few months ago, when I was struggling with my recent breakup, I had the brilliant idea that meditation would make me feel better. I searched around a little, found a legitimate-sounding course on Mindfulness-Based Meditation, and paid $500 to sign up. The orientation session was last night. It went somewhat like this:
Shit. I'm late. These things never start on time though, right?
(Enter room in which people are sitting in a circle with their eyes closed and their hands in their laps.)
Crap.
(Noisily take the one remaining chair at the front of the room. Drop bag on floor, causing multiple people to open their eyes.)
Okay. I can do this. Close my eyes. Ommmmmmm. Do I smell like McDonald's? Can the people around me tell that I just ate a Filet-O-Fish?
Ommmmmmmm.
Is it morally wrong to eat a Filet-O-Fish before a meditation class?
Ommmmmmmmmmm.
"Good evening class. My name is <weird New Age name that I would bet money she made up>. I will be your leader for the next ten weeks."
Ten weeks? Shit.
I'm not sure I can do this for ten weeks.
(Notice that the instructor is barefoot. With her bare feet on the classroom floor. Try not to be grossed out thinking about the number of feet that have touched the floor and are now contaminating her feet.)
Okay. I need to pay attention. What is she saying?
"...homework requiring approximately 45-60 minutes..."
Homework? I didn't know there was homework.
It's okay. I can do 45-60 minutes of homework per week.
"...per day..."
WTF? 45-60 minutes PER DAY? Who has time for that?
Do these people not work?
(Look around. Notice that many of the people in the class appear to be under the age of 20. Suspect that they all live in their parents' basements and do not in fact have to work.)
(Notice really smiley girl across the room who is listening intently to everything the instructor is saying. And nodding enthusiastically. And smiling as if she took really good drugs prior to meditation.)
"Everyone taking this class will feel differently about the process. It's important that you use your inner wisdom to guide you to your best possible outcome."
(Snicker at use of phrase "inner wisdom". Notice that smiley girl is nodding as if the instructor is sharing truly profound insights into the nature of the universe. Uncertain if I should be feeling vastly superior or inferior to smiley girl at this moment.)
"...inner wisdom..."
OMG. I can't listen to this woman talk about "inner wisdom" for ten weeks. I will kill her.
"...inner wisdom..."
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH.
(Look around to see if anyone else is losing their mind like I am. Notice more people smiling and nodding at the instructor. Am now convinced that the instructor handed out drugs while I was stuffing my face with fries in my car.)
"And now we will work together to develop our guidelines for supporting each other through the next ten weeks, as we learn more about meditation and about ourselves. Who wishes to suggest the first guideline?"
No. OMG no. Are we five? This is what I used to do with the kids at the summer program I ran as a teenager. THE KIDS WHO WERE FIVE.
(The woman next to me speaks) "I think it's very important that we respect each others' inner spirits. Because we're all here to make our inner spirits stronger, and if we say hurtful things, it can weaken our inner spirits."
(Officially hate woman next to me. And do not ever want to hear the word "inner" used in any context ever again.)
(Notice that the name tag of the woman next to me says Beaghan. Because her parents were clearly crazy.)
(Smiley girl talks) "I just want to say that I feel really lucky to be here. So, so lucky."
Unnnngggghhhhh.
"I feel like the universe has presented me with a gift of wonderful people to learn from and to grow with."
UNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHH.
Shit. I hope that noise is just in my head. Am I making that noise out loud?
Do I smell like french fries?
"Alright class. This is an excellent list! I can tell that the next 10 weeks are going to be a joyful experience of learning and growing..."
No they aren't.
"...and sharing..."
I'm not sharing anything with you crazy people.
"...inner wisdom..."
Stop saying that.
"...inner spirits..."
Now you're just fucking with me.
"Now, some people decide after the first class that they simply aren't ready to take this journey that we're about to embark on."
Oooh...me! That's me!
"Maybe their lives are too busy, or maybe their inner spirit just isn't in the right place to undertake a spiritual quest at this time."
Or maybe they think you're nuts, you barefoot hippy.
"If you are feeling this way..."
Yes! Me! I AM FEELING THIS WAY!
"...you can receive a full refund on your course fees until 4 PM tomorrow."
And that is how I failed at meditation.
Shit. I'm late. These things never start on time though, right?
(Enter room in which people are sitting in a circle with their eyes closed and their hands in their laps.)
Crap.
(Noisily take the one remaining chair at the front of the room. Drop bag on floor, causing multiple people to open their eyes.)
Okay. I can do this. Close my eyes. Ommmmmmm. Do I smell like McDonald's? Can the people around me tell that I just ate a Filet-O-Fish?
Ommmmmmmm.
Is it morally wrong to eat a Filet-O-Fish before a meditation class?
Ommmmmmmmmmm.
"Good evening class. My name is <weird New Age name that I would bet money she made up>. I will be your leader for the next ten weeks."
Ten weeks? Shit.
I'm not sure I can do this for ten weeks.
(Notice that the instructor is barefoot. With her bare feet on the classroom floor. Try not to be grossed out thinking about the number of feet that have touched the floor and are now contaminating her feet.)
Okay. I need to pay attention. What is she saying?
"...homework requiring approximately 45-60 minutes..."
Homework? I didn't know there was homework.
It's okay. I can do 45-60 minutes of homework per week.
"...per day..."
WTF? 45-60 minutes PER DAY? Who has time for that?
Do these people not work?
(Look around. Notice that many of the people in the class appear to be under the age of 20. Suspect that they all live in their parents' basements and do not in fact have to work.)
(Notice really smiley girl across the room who is listening intently to everything the instructor is saying. And nodding enthusiastically. And smiling as if she took really good drugs prior to meditation.)
"Everyone taking this class will feel differently about the process. It's important that you use your inner wisdom to guide you to your best possible outcome."
(Snicker at use of phrase "inner wisdom". Notice that smiley girl is nodding as if the instructor is sharing truly profound insights into the nature of the universe. Uncertain if I should be feeling vastly superior or inferior to smiley girl at this moment.)
"...inner wisdom..."
OMG. I can't listen to this woman talk about "inner wisdom" for ten weeks. I will kill her.
"...inner wisdom..."
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH.
(Look around to see if anyone else is losing their mind like I am. Notice more people smiling and nodding at the instructor. Am now convinced that the instructor handed out drugs while I was stuffing my face with fries in my car.)
"And now we will work together to develop our guidelines for supporting each other through the next ten weeks, as we learn more about meditation and about ourselves. Who wishes to suggest the first guideline?"
No. OMG no. Are we five? This is what I used to do with the kids at the summer program I ran as a teenager. THE KIDS WHO WERE FIVE.
(The woman next to me speaks) "I think it's very important that we respect each others' inner spirits. Because we're all here to make our inner spirits stronger, and if we say hurtful things, it can weaken our inner spirits."
(Officially hate woman next to me. And do not ever want to hear the word "inner" used in any context ever again.)
(Notice that the name tag of the woman next to me says Beaghan. Because her parents were clearly crazy.)
(Smiley girl talks) "I just want to say that I feel really lucky to be here. So, so lucky."
Unnnngggghhhhh.
"I feel like the universe has presented me with a gift of wonderful people to learn from and to grow with."
UNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHH.
Shit. I hope that noise is just in my head. Am I making that noise out loud?
Do I smell like french fries?
"Alright class. This is an excellent list! I can tell that the next 10 weeks are going to be a joyful experience of learning and growing..."
No they aren't.
"...and sharing..."
I'm not sharing anything with you crazy people.
"...inner wisdom..."
Stop saying that.
"...inner spirits..."
Now you're just fucking with me.
"Now, some people decide after the first class that they simply aren't ready to take this journey that we're about to embark on."
Oooh...me! That's me!
"Maybe their lives are too busy, or maybe their inner spirit just isn't in the right place to undertake a spiritual quest at this time."
Or maybe they think you're nuts, you barefoot hippy.
"If you are feeling this way..."
Yes! Me! I AM FEELING THIS WAY!
"...you can receive a full refund on your course fees until 4 PM tomorrow."
And that is how I failed at meditation.
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