i was getting sick of that ER picture, too. but Big A -- exactly what is confusing? i know i don't work in an ER, and neither does josh, and we are not actually cartoon characters, but they didn't have an OR or pediatric-wards (complete with screaming babies and even louder parents) backdrop to use, so . . . yeah. a little suspension of disbelief, mmmkay? it was supposed to be us, separated in our 15-miles-apart hospitals, wishing we were together. montegue and capulet. dark blue and light blue. pediatrics and surgery. so together, yet so . . . separated by time, space and call schedules.
such is life.
cardiology has begun. CALL has begun. i still can't tell one hole in the heart from the other, but it's only been a few days, so hopefully this will change. actually, the cardiology kids are LESS terrifying than the hem/onc kids that i get to cover on call. platelets of 9000 as baseline**? dear god.
also, i have confirmed that nothing has changed since med school and i still don't like staying up for 30 hours, not even a little. but i guess figuring an average of 7 call nights a month for 6 months per year (i know, i'm in a cushy program -- but apparently not cushy enough), i only have to do it a mere 125 more times. yay.
* i don't, really. i just wanted to say that.
** normal is at least 150,000.
and also: i promise to post more often!
and finally: i bought myself an iPod nano for finishing my first rotation. you know, attractive and expensive electronic gifts heal all wounds. as do shoes.