I’ve spent two days, on and off, working on that last blog entry – but somehow I still didn’t anticipate it would scare people. I was surprised to see so many comments and messages this morning.
Turns out maybe there’s no way to write about untreated anxiety / depression in a non-scary way. Interns really shouldn’t be working 80 hour weeks with untreated anxiety. It’s a recipe for a bad time even though I feel like I’m handling it well.
(That’s usually the difference, isn’t it? We all want other people to seek help immediately, but when it comes to our own health, medical people have a deserved reputation for being dilatory as hell.)
I had brunch with a co-intern who I deeply suspected had gone through the same damn thing – and luckily, I was right. He gave me the name of the NP whose job is to see residents for free and make every effort to get them into clinic at a moment’s notice. I’ll get an appointment tomorrow.
I should feel relieved.
Instead, I’m honestly a little irritated that our hospital employees medical professionals explicitly for this purpose and then makes it impossible to find out about them. (Short of having a terse, scary meeting with the Program Director – which is how my co-intern got the numbers in the first place.)
Why make this so hard? How counter-productive is that? Why are hospitals so universally dumb?
… speaking of healthcare being dumb, I’m going to be a little crass and direct you guys to my brilliant friend’s new healthcare and public policy blog.
Because as much as I’m excising my irritation with The Man / The System by complaining about the problems, Mark’s actually working on current efforts to solve them.
And you know, someone has to.