The most annoying thing about the cast on my arm was not that it made getting dressed into a chore, nor that it kept me from doing my clinic duties efficiently (no, the lingering headache and dizziness were what truly interfered with that). What annoyed me most of all was that I couldn't wash my hair properly without getting the cast wet. I had ( Read more... )

I had spent most of my time in the clinic sleeping, despite the chaos. This irritated me almost as much as the cast on my arm and the headache that simply would not go away. The headache was the reason I slept so much, as asleep, I could block it out for a little while. But most of all, I was irritated by the fact that from my bed I could look ( Read more... )

The clinic was orderly and quiet, my lastest attempt at luring stray penicillin spores was resting innocently on a shelf, and my shift was almost done. I finished my notes on my most recent patients (including a detailed drawing of the splint I had put on James Lennox's hand), closed my casebook, and stashed it in the bottom of my medicine box. I ( Read more... )