I haven't written much lately mostly because of the phrase "if you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything at all." I have found parts of my intern year to be more challenging than I thought. Let me explain.
The community my hospital serves is an underserved community filled with polysubstance abuse, the uninsured, noncompliance, advanced disease, and social issues I have not had any experience with until this time. I started to become angry when I sensed attitudes of entitlement and realized that portions of my first real life paychecks are going to admit noncompliant, cocaine abusing, ungrateful patients. How is that right? It certainly doesn't seem to be helping anything. I work hard to pay for other's poor choices? Each night spent in the ICU costs thousands of dollars. It's frusterating to be up all night admitting someone because they are intoxicated or because they took so much cocaine the blood vessels supplying their heart are going into spasm. These are evil, uncompassionate thoughts feelings that I am ashamed to admit to, but I am feeling them. Where are the warm fuzzies I was hoping to find in medicine?
My intern year is putting me in close contact with some of our world's unloveables. I think of what the Bible says in regards to what credit it is to us if we love those who are lovely; in my world that's my family, my husband, my close friends, people who love me. It's really no credit at all. As my mom said, this is where the rubber meets the road as far as my faith is concerned. These are the people I need to show God's love to. This is how we as Christians are different than the world. I am so thankful for the home and community and Christian education I came from. But living the Christian life in the real world is hard, and that's where I am right now.