goodbye, vaginas
Do you know what was playing on the stereo over in cath lab this morning? It was a chorus of monks singing, gregorian chant-style, a vaguely familiar tune. Listening more closely, I determined that it was Elton John's "No Sacrifice." After that, the monks launched into a somber rendition of "Can You Feel the Love Tonight." Monks with a adult contemporary soft rock sensibility. Who knew?
Yes, so after four weeks, too little sleep and too many placentas, I am finally done with my OB rotation. I start a four week cardiothoracic rotation today. This OB and cardiac back-to-back schedule was partially by design (I hadn't been on OB for a year, and I wanted to buff up my cardiac skills before starting to take TC call), but I realize now that in that design, I have totally wrecked my entire summer. Unfortunate.
Despite the call schedule, I did like OB, though. Overall, it's a happy place, what with the babies and whatnot. In addition, it's one of the few places where the patients actually understand what the anesthesiologist does, where they actually are happy to see us and thank us for our work. I've resigned myself to the fact that as an anesthesiologist, the patients are rarely going to remember my name, let alone put me on their Christmas card list--but it is nice to be thanked once in a while.
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