Monday, I begin my surgery rotation, specifically neurosurgery. It will last 4 weeks. After that, I begin general surgery. During the neuro portion I know I will have no call, and I've heard rumors that I won't have to work weekends. However, I also know that I'll have to study almost constantly.
I've spent the last week and weekend preparing for the complete upheaval of my life. I've driven from one end of the state to the other visiting friends and family. Friday night I found myself in Atlanta having dinner and drinks with one set of friends and later having many more drinks with another set. I saw old friends and met new ones. It was a fun night, and thankfully drama-free.
Last night could best be described as controlled recklessness. One of the twins had to stop drinking after he was hit in the testicles for the third time. (Incidently, if one twin is doubled over in nauseating pain, the other one will laugh. Odd, huh?) Then I managed to avoid having an incriminating photo taken of me after exposing myself. Once the speakers were thrown off the balcony and my friend promised the neighbors that he wouldn't hit their car with a baseball bat, things got interesting. From 3 to 5:30 AM, the last three of us who were awake told each other secrets about the present and their sometimes terrible causes from the past. Then we discussed self defense and practiced some impromptu martial arts. The guy went from being a drinking buddy to what I would consider an actual friend. The girl learned that she's more capable than she had believed. I still have a red streak across my right side from where a friend lashed me with a power cord, but no headache, so I can't really complain.
Today, I have to be productive. I need to wash clothes and do some general cleaning. This afternoon, I'll buy a few pig ears from a butcher so I can practice suturing before tomorrow. Hopefully, I'll also get some reading done before bed.
*edit*
I couldn't find pig ears, so I bought a pack of pig feet. I practiced some sutures, then my friend threw one on the grill.
I've spent the last week and weekend preparing for the complete upheaval of my life. I've driven from one end of the state to the other visiting friends and family. Friday night I found myself in Atlanta having dinner and drinks with one set of friends and later having many more drinks with another set. I saw old friends and met new ones. It was a fun night, and thankfully drama-free.
Last night could best be described as controlled recklessness. One of the twins had to stop drinking after he was hit in the testicles for the third time. (Incidently, if one twin is doubled over in nauseating pain, the other one will laugh. Odd, huh?) Then I managed to avoid having an incriminating photo taken of me after exposing myself. Once the speakers were thrown off the balcony and my friend promised the neighbors that he wouldn't hit their car with a baseball bat, things got interesting. From 3 to 5:30 AM, the last three of us who were awake told each other secrets about the present and their sometimes terrible causes from the past. Then we discussed self defense and practiced some impromptu martial arts. The guy went from being a drinking buddy to what I would consider an actual friend. The girl learned that she's more capable than she had believed. I still have a red streak across my right side from where a friend lashed me with a power cord, but no headache, so I can't really complain.
Today, I have to be productive. I need to wash clothes and do some general cleaning. This afternoon, I'll buy a few pig ears from a butcher so I can practice suturing before tomorrow. Hopefully, I'll also get some reading done before bed.
*edit*
I couldn't find pig ears, so I bought a pack of pig feet. I practiced some sutures, then my friend threw one on the grill.
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It was nice to meet you. You know I did have a point about pyometra-I like to think it doesn't occur in humans as often as it occurs in cats and dogs, thanks to good gynecological care...please tell me it isn't common!
I had a great time with ya.
And thanks for the ride again.
Maybe sometime in the future, we could come down and chill with you. Good times ind33d!