(Not that kind of phalanx.)
My last post was three weeks ago, because just about three weeks ago this happened:
(Not that kind of phalanx.)
My last post was three weeks ago, because just about three weeks ago this happened:
My first taste of surgery, the first two weeks, was on the anesthesiology service. Anesthesia was awesome. It’s a “surgical” specialty that has magical hours: my day usually ran from 6:30 to around 5 in the afternoon. Compared to trauma, where the hours can only be described as horrible (we’ll get there), this was a cakewalk. A typical day: Continue reading