Jul 01, 2010 09:24
I hear the term "rock star" a lot.
I'm not exactly sure what it means, but Izzie keeps calling me this. I'm guessing that this is a good thing.
Now that I'm in the program, I sometimes miss the SMIT ... the constant rush of thought and movement, the call to instant action and its demand on my skills ... but not often. This is my true calling, and all of that happens here, too, only tenfold.
This morning, it's rounding and waiting for a certain call. Life's been good ... really good, recently. Cassie and I have gone to the next step ... she's even said the "boyfriend" word ... but I can sense a growing discomfort with it. I don't think that she's against the idea, just not used to it on a regular basis.
I don't want things to become ordinary or routine for her.
Hence, the call.
Until then, it's rounds and finding my attending for the day. It's strange that most of them know me already but, then again, I guess being the guy who used to haul the patients in greased the wheels.
izzie,
ethan