I dragged myself to class this morning...barely. It was a close thing, especially on my three hours of sleep. Call last night was filled with almost-emergencies, several adolescent appendectomy cases and one sweet older man who had to have an emergency exploratory laparotomy for what ended up being a perforated bowel from diverticulitis. Now THAT was crazy. I was primary assist and as soon as we opened him up, this nasty tan fluid started pouring out. Med students are primarily given free reign with the suction, and I gotta tell you how much fun it is to suck that crap up--seriously, it's very instantaneously gratifying. This poor guy, though, had large areas of the small bowel that were wrapped around this huge pocket of pus. It smelled...well. I stopped breathing for a while and it was still hovering in my mask even after we cleaned it out. Bowels are slurpy and hard to shove around, by the way. For some reason that seems funny when you're leaning over the operating table at midnight.
Yesterday seemed to be "tease the student" day. I snipped a tube that my attending had stretched between his fingers. He gave a yell and said I'd cut him, and started laughing when I yelped, "Are you serious?!" He laughed even harder when I started ranting and muttered about throwing something at him, especially when he asked me to repeat myself and I sweetly told him "nothing, I said nothing." The scrub nurse was also cracking up at my horror when the whole team managed to convince me that the x-ray tech frequently took leftover human bits home to feed his cat. In my defense, they were very convincing. I was appalled.
I have six hours of class standing between me and the weekend. And it's going to be a good one--the boyfriend is taking me somewhere with no hints beyond the overnight bag I need to pack. I. Can't. Wait.
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