Handed over the pager this morning ending my last call ever at St. Vincent's. Was not the most pleasant of calls. Started the day off with GSW victim, for which ridicule was received on multiple levels for choices in management. Thankfully I'm still low enough on the totem pole that blame doesn't come with that ridicule, but since pgy3 is just a month away I voluntarily put myself in that position and blamed myself anyways. I should know better.
I stayed post-call to do a couple of quick cases. Well... they were supposed to be quick, but ended up being horribly delayed, and as the time wore on my patience ran progressively thinner. And then after waiting all that extra time I couldn't manage without a third hand and needed to rely on my Attending for assistance. So disappointed in myself. He noted my frustration and told me not to worry about it, that my chief can't even manage it yet either. Really didn't make me feel all that much better. I was starting to succumb to my lack of sleep at that point, and honestly probably wouldn't really have been cheered up by much.
And as a grand finale, I get to present a mortality for our M&M meeting tomorrow morning. :( Sigh.
All in all, the exact opposite of a graceful exit. Oh well, such is life! I humbly take my bow. Thank you St. Vincent's!
A few of us who attended Dr. Demestihas's (Chairman of Surgery at St. Vincent's) annual Clambake this past weekend! (L to R: Artem, me, Rachelle, Dr. D, Min Li, (Dr. Genova's kids), Adi and baby Abhi Mateo, Luis and Danny)
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