I decided to leave my blogging for today, since it's my first day of call as a surgeon, and I thought it would be fun for you to endure the pain with me. Now, you might be scared thinking that I am taking care of all 48 surgical patients, all surgery consults, plus all traumas, but I can assure you, you are not as scared as I am. Isn't that reassuring? This morning I woke up at 4 am to get to the hospital, saw my patients, dropped some notes, got called to evaluate someone to get their leg cut off, and then had myself some lunch. I think it's about to hit the fan, but right now I am cool, calm and collected. Ish. Apparently I get to go home tomorrow around 11am, but the forecast does not look good for sleep. Luckily I know where the coffee is hidden in this hospital. It's not hidden. We all need our crack.
Anyways I did have a life before this rotation started, and I think that's why I haven't posted. I have been doing things, like what real people do. I sure love Austin, and I love that all good musicians eventually come here. Austin City Limits Festival was last weekend, and things got crazy. I saw a Strokes concert, and they were pretty disappointing. It was fun anyways, but I won't be recommending them live. I decided to skip most of the madness and went to my friend's engagement party in Nashville instead of ACL. It was basically a wedding, with a formal dinner, speeches about love and family that made me cry (thanks Iraj), and a legit in-house dance party, DJ and lights included. Persians seriously know how to get down. It was so lovely seeing everyone, since I lived with them for a few weeks when I did a rotation at Vanderbilt, and they have always treated me like family. Actually we're looking into adoption. 'We' being 'just me.' It's just confusing, because the parents actually like each other still? They look at each other longingly and tell them how much they appreciate each other? What is going on?
Speaking of, I realized I'm attracted to people who are emotionally distant, like my father. Let's get real psychological here. Let's break it on down. I think every girl likes a little hard to get, but this can't be good for my future happiness. Also I need to quit trying to be friends with my exes. For some reason, it worked with the first ex (thanks jprb), so I thought it would be unicorns and rainbows with the rest, but no. I recently tried to go out to drinks with the last one, the one who threated extortion on me (I should just stop right there, I know), and it was honestly the most awkward conversation I've EVER had with anyone. Why do I try to be nice to people who have no intention of being nice to me? I'm over that. Also I got a text a YEAR later from someone saying "I was a dick and I just wanted to say I'm sorry." Better late than never? Oh AND I got a facebook message from a girl who was a C-word to me 5 years ago, and she just wanted to apologize. 5 years later. All this technology lets you apologize for your sins, without actually talking to the person and manning up. Perfect for the modern day pansy.
OK time to talk to someone about his groin abscess. Wish me luck today!
You know you love me,
Dappergirl.
Update: It's 9 pm, and I don't want to kill myself. And I'm pretty sure I haven't killed anyone yet. I would have been called about that. Things are looking good.
New update: It's 12 noon, hour 32, and I do want to KMS. But all my patients are still kickin back and livin. Highlight of the night/ morning: my pager goes off and I say, "oh yes, bring on the PAAAIN!" very loudly as another doctor gets on the elevator. Picture me blushing and mumbling under my breath afterwards. Another highlight would be my drunk friend in the ER accompanied by 5 cops, who yelled out, "yeah, i got scabies! I got HIV! I got it all!" She really does got it all.
