Blanchiest of 'em all

So not only did I get kicked out of a bar this weekend (what, you can't just be foolin around with a boy in this roped-off-do-not-enter area??), I also seem to work magic in the OR. Tonight I took call with a friend who is on Peds General Surg at Hershey; it was the only way I was going to see a real trauma, since the VA is deficient in that stuff during my regular working hours there. A girl came in from a bike accident that left her belly open---and her intestines out! It was a crazy one. I got to see it all start to finish, from the trauma bay to the OR to her waking up again. I doubt I'll be able to visit her (she isn't my patient), but I will keep tabs on her through that awesome friend of mine. So in the OR I was hangin out at the top of the bed with the anesthesiologists, one being a 4th year med student who decided to talk it up with me. We're joking around and havin a good ol surgical educational time (saying the wrong answers in front of the Attending, always super-fun!); and me standing there with my 2-sizes-too-big-borrowed scrubs and all, he says to me, "Well I'm only here for a month, and I'm so bored doing nothing on the weekends. Maybe you'd like to grab lunch with me?" "Sure!" "Ok, what's your number?"

That's right. Gettin' picked up in the OR. MIGHT I add that I don't even know what this guy looks like because, need I remind you, all are masked in the OR. He has nice eyes. His name might be Mark...or Matt....

On another note, I took out a guy's staples today. This guy is a crazy-man. He didn't even know I was doing it at first, and THEN whoa whoa whoa it was the biggest production ever; "Easy! Ow! Can you let me rest a minute? Let's take a rest a minute. Ow! Did you twist that one or somethin?!" Oi! Then Dino quizzed me on a bunch of anemia stuff I couldn't recall. Rough times. But good learnin times!