You wear THAT to a royal wedding???
I survived the nights.
In retrospect the second night was the worst, it was long and it dragged. We finished our cases by 2am and just did chores until the end. The third and final night was the best though. Aside from operating on a guy who'd had his ear chewed off playing soccer (violent game apparently!) we weren't busy on any level during the night. I took the guy back to the ward at midnight and after lunch we all just separated like a band of straggly post-apocalyptic survivors to different parts of the theatre suite to chill for the rest of the evening. I ended up holed up with my friend in the relatives room chatting and watching crappy graveyard television.
Geez there's there some dross on at 2am. If it's not dodgy ITV3 re-runs of programs from ITV2 then it's some Keith Lemon show that's bordering on obscene. Still, at least it wasn't as bad as when Once Upon a Time In America was on telly.
Ever seen the film? The scene towards the end when either Rob DeNiro or his mate (who's name I've just forgotten) are getting rough bedding (raping?) Tuesday Weld is a scene no one really wants to see. But when it's on at 3am and the consultant surgeons have just walked in and the remote control for the telly's broken so you can't turn the channel or lower the volume - that my dears is the definition of an awkward situation.
In the end someone pulled the plug on the telly.
But no, the 3 nights were bearable. I wasn't called over to Southmead to do transplants and in the end, given it was a consecutive bank-holiday weekend it was oddly quiet. Though I heard later that both teams had been overworked during the week with multiple transplants and harvests coming in throughout the darktime hours. As you know i've commented on such events and they do make you momentarily lose control of bowel and bladder when you first take the call (at least in my head they do!) and I'm glad I didn't have to "be in charge" for anything.
In hindsight I think if that had happened I would have probably followed through with my feelings and 'done a Victor' on the floor. This is why I got away from trauma in the first place, to get rid of the stress overload out-of-hours surgery inevitably produces.
But now I have 3 days of work, well 2.5 days and then I'm driving to aberystwyth for 5 days. Yippee!!! Hear that shiny aber people? I'm coming. So I'm taking my journals, books, chess set, maybe monopoly and just getting away from it all with my parents and family for a few days. Hopefully gonna see Aber friends too, and make my Stars pilgrimage to buy kewl stuff!.
That aside. Well, that aside the apartment's still shiny. I had a bit of an oil shower last night when my wok went a bit wrong halfway through cooking dinner but there's nothing a truckload of flash and elbow grease couldn't shift. And after recovering from the nights i've slept really well. :)
SO yeah, life is a lot more stable now and it's only 3 days until the holiday.
In retrospect the second night was the worst, it was long and it dragged. We finished our cases by 2am and just did chores until the end. The third and final night was the best though. Aside from operating on a guy who'd had his ear chewed off playing soccer (violent game apparently!) we weren't busy on any level during the night. I took the guy back to the ward at midnight and after lunch we all just separated like a band of straggly post-apocalyptic survivors to different parts of the theatre suite to chill for the rest of the evening. I ended up holed up with my friend in the relatives room chatting and watching crappy graveyard television.
Geez there's there some dross on at 2am. If it's not dodgy ITV3 re-runs of programs from ITV2 then it's some Keith Lemon show that's bordering on obscene. Still, at least it wasn't as bad as when Once Upon a Time In America was on telly.
Ever seen the film? The scene towards the end when either Rob DeNiro or his mate (who's name I've just forgotten) are getting rough bedding (raping?) Tuesday Weld is a scene no one really wants to see. But when it's on at 3am and the consultant surgeons have just walked in and the remote control for the telly's broken so you can't turn the channel or lower the volume - that my dears is the definition of an awkward situation.
In the end someone pulled the plug on the telly.
But no, the 3 nights were bearable. I wasn't called over to Southmead to do transplants and in the end, given it was a consecutive bank-holiday weekend it was oddly quiet. Though I heard later that both teams had been overworked during the week with multiple transplants and harvests coming in throughout the darktime hours. As you know i've commented on such events and they do make you momentarily lose control of bowel and bladder when you first take the call (at least in my head they do!) and I'm glad I didn't have to "be in charge" for anything.
In hindsight I think if that had happened I would have probably followed through with my feelings and 'done a Victor' on the floor. This is why I got away from trauma in the first place, to get rid of the stress overload out-of-hours surgery inevitably produces.
But now I have 3 days of work, well 2.5 days and then I'm driving to aberystwyth for 5 days. Yippee!!! Hear that shiny aber people? I'm coming. So I'm taking my journals, books, chess set, maybe monopoly and just getting away from it all with my parents and family for a few days. Hopefully gonna see Aber friends too, and make my Stars pilgrimage to buy kewl stuff!.
That aside. Well, that aside the apartment's still shiny. I had a bit of an oil shower last night when my wok went a bit wrong halfway through cooking dinner but there's nothing a truckload of flash and elbow grease couldn't shift. And after recovering from the nights i've slept really well. :)
SO yeah, life is a lot more stable now and it's only 3 days until the holiday.