These last four days have been rough. I started trauma surgery rotation on Monday, and I have been warned by all my co-interns who came before me that it was tough, but you just can't prepare for this. I show up on my first day at quarter to six, everything is a mess because there are no medical students on the rotation to do all this necessary scut work. The result is, I don't know which patients I am supposed to see until nearly 7. I then have less than 1 hour to round on 7 patients that I don't know and 2 of them just transferred from the ICU. Blah, blah, blah. Then I meet the surgeons. Whoa! All I can say is that I am SO glad that I didn't choose to go into surgery. The personalities are so intense and dramatic and egomaniacal that all I can do is laugh. I am constantly exchanging glances with a co-resident of mine on the team right now (also an EM resident) while on rounds when something extremely absurd happens. The interaction is comical. The atmosphere is simply malicious. There is always a hierarchy in medicine, but nowhere is it so profound as in surgery. Ok, I could go on, but in reality I am just venting and I could never capture the misery of the rotation.
Sometimes when I want to reconnect with Gary, I ask him: What was your high today? What was your low? So my high today was an apple. I was walking back to my car, and I was lucky enough to be walking while there was still daylight. No sunshine, but still light outside. There was a slight breeze, and I had an apple. I left the hospital and bit into a little bit of heaven. I walked the 8 blocks back to my car, eating my perfectly crunchy apple. It was amazing!
oh wait, I just now hear a fire roaring from the living room. I may have to change my high for today.
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