The attendants want to make sure we have fun
My brother will be bringing my prints over sometime in the next 2 days. Unfortunately he couldn't obtain the correct size frames that he originally wanted to use, instead having to opt for some smaller ones. I hope these look as good, they conform to submission protocol but the aesthetic could be a little different. I can but hope.
On monday morning, bright and early I was prompted to volunteer to help yank some poor guy's bladder out. And, despite my cardinal rule of NEVER volunteering for anything in my job I replied "Sure, I'd love to" and had a really nice time as a result.
I tell you, the best way to get surgeons onside whom you've never worked with before is to tell them that you're having fun.
"Fun?" replied the consultant, looking at me down the end of his nose like that guy in charge of the porridge in Oliver.
"This is major urology surgery".
"Yeah, it can still be fun though" came my reply.
Surgeon pondered this and went back to probing in a deep dark hole.
But i bonded with his registrar (second in command), who was an accented mix of Afrikaans and Australian - born in one and trained in the other - talking about one of his favorite pastimes is watching the Springboks beat either the Australians or the All Blacks.
Case took about 5 hours. Which was nice as I haven't done a long case in a while.
I've been thinking this too, I don't know whether it's my recent interest in television or novels but the age I am and the age I act are two separate ages. I know how old I am, but I think I act like someone either slightly "loosened" from grown-up life or someone around 25/6/7.
And I'm fine with that, after all scrubs are virtually uniform to the point of precision, and given the HRT and my drink/drug free lifestyle I do age somewhat slower than some. I also pray every evening for my mother's genes, she's hitting the big 69+1 this year and she's off to the Negev in a jeep and on a camel.
I should be so lucky when I reach her age.
On monday morning, bright and early I was prompted to volunteer to help yank some poor guy's bladder out. And, despite my cardinal rule of NEVER volunteering for anything in my job I replied "Sure, I'd love to" and had a really nice time as a result.
I tell you, the best way to get surgeons onside whom you've never worked with before is to tell them that you're having fun.
"Fun?" replied the consultant, looking at me down the end of his nose like that guy in charge of the porridge in Oliver.
"This is major urology surgery".
"Yeah, it can still be fun though" came my reply.
Surgeon pondered this and went back to probing in a deep dark hole.
But i bonded with his registrar (second in command), who was an accented mix of Afrikaans and Australian - born in one and trained in the other - talking about one of his favorite pastimes is watching the Springboks beat either the Australians or the All Blacks.
Case took about 5 hours. Which was nice as I haven't done a long case in a while.
I've been thinking this too, I don't know whether it's my recent interest in television or novels but the age I am and the age I act are two separate ages. I know how old I am, but I think I act like someone either slightly "loosened" from grown-up life or someone around 25/6/7.
And I'm fine with that, after all scrubs are virtually uniform to the point of precision, and given the HRT and my drink/drug free lifestyle I do age somewhat slower than some. I also pray every evening for my mother's genes, she's hitting the big 69+1 this year and she's off to the Negev in a jeep and on a camel.
I should be so lucky when I reach her age.