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today was one of those days when i was willing to do anything to make the day end. (i even contemplated getting a knife and opening a gash in my hand, because theorectically, you're not supposed to scrub in if you have a cut on your hand) it didn't help that i was very stupid and played 4 hrs of ball yesterday. i couldn't quite enjoy myself, because i thought of hannah and rani, who had come all the way up to ny, and how i had given up hanging out with them for bball. it really made me question my reason for playing ball. then i thought about what ball meant to me, and about my faith. i thought about compromises, and thought, if i can doubt and compromise so easily about ball, how will i stand up when my faith is challendged by the pressures of the world? so i said, NO! NO! NO! i will not compromise! i will play ball! even when hannah and rani do such a good job of tempting me away from my love, i will not succumb!
so i ended up getting 3.5 hrs of sleep. so painful. everything. waking up was painful. david, who usually wakes up at around noon, had a hard time dealing with the alarm going off 5 times at 5-5:30 am. he's really, really mad about it. hahahaha. taste a little bit of MY life, sucka...
on the bright side, an attending with whom i've worked with quite a number of times, who doesn't speak to me at all, who never acknowledged hearing me when i introduced myself to him 6 different times, TALKED to me today!!! and even KNEW MY NAME!!!! he called me, "JAKE!!" never mind that it was in the context of, "jake, hold the retractor THIS, way... no, no, not like that!!" i was smiling in the mask because he remembered my name. man, life is CRAZY, huh?!?!
funny? moment in surgery
attending described above did a laparoscopic (surgery with long pincers that go into abdomen and leave only small scars) splenectomy, but midway, hit an artery that bled, a bleed he couldn't control, and thus had to convert to open (big cut along abdomen that leaves a much bigger scar). when he hit the artery, he yelled out, "SH*T!" and proceeded to yell at everyone around him, demanding things, asking why something, something wasn't ready, why wasn't ___ already set up, where was the regular scrub nurse, blah, blah, blah. pretty much blaming everyone except himself.
after converting to open, eventually the bleed was controlled, and the operation was coming to a close. the attending turns to the resident and asks, "you know what the teaching pt here was?"
resident: "yeah, to make a quick decision to convert to open."
attending: "exactly. it's very important that you respond like i did, that you don't panic, that you keep a cool head, in emergent situations like this."
omg... i was too appalled to laugh.
an interesting moment in life
during a rare break time, i went to take a much needed leak in the bathroom. there were five urinals, and i took the one furthest to the right. the short one. (every asian guy understands why i do this. for some reason, urinals are made for very tall 6 ft males. for short 5'7" guys like me, when i pee, the acute angle of the stream is not sharp enough (it's nearly perpendicular to the plane of the wall), and thus there is rebound off the back wall of the urinal. i HATE that. it's gross enough that urine splashes on you, but think of your urine hitting someone else's urine that wasn't completey swept away by the flush, and that urine rebounding off the urinal onto your hands or your clothes. it drives me crazy. that's why i always take the short urinal, even if there are little kids hopping around next to me. even if dads of little kids give me the evil eye. unless the dads of the little kids are big, then i go to pee in a stall, instead. anyway. i digress)
so, i'm peeing in the little stall, and a guy in a suit walks into the bathroom. he proceeds to pee, and then LETS OUT A RIPPER OF A FART!!! so i started chuckling, going, "hehehehehe (shoulders shaking a little)."
i guess i shouldn't have laughed, because this guy was SO embarassed that he didn't even wash his hands! he zipped up and rushed out of the bathroom. gross. my, my, my. THE POWER I HAVE!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
yakob at 9:08 PM
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today was one of those days when i was willing to do anything to make the day end. (i even contemplated getting a knife and opening a gash in my hand, because theorectically, you're not supposed to scrub in if you have a cut on your hand) it didn't help that i was very stupid and played 4 hrs of ball yesterday. i couldn't quite enjoy myself, because i thought of hannah and rani, who had come all the way up to ny, and how i had given up hanging out with them for bball. it really made me question my reason for playing ball. then i thought about what ball meant to me, and about my faith. i thought about compromises, and thought, if i can doubt and compromise so easily about ball, how will i stand up when my faith is challendged by the pressures of the world? so i said, NO! NO! NO! i will not compromise! i will play ball! even when hannah and rani do such a good job of tempting me away from my love, i will not succumb!
so i ended up getting 3.5 hrs of sleep. so painful. everything. waking up was painful. david, who usually wakes up at around noon, had a hard time dealing with the alarm going off 5 times at 5-5:30 am. he's really, really mad about it. hahahaha. taste a little bit of MY life, sucka...
on the bright side, an attending with whom i've worked with quite a number of times, who doesn't speak to me at all, who never acknowledged hearing me when i introduced myself to him 6 different times, TALKED to me today!!! and even KNEW MY NAME!!!! he called me, "JAKE!!" never mind that it was in the context of, "jake, hold the retractor THIS, way... no, no, not like that!!" i was smiling in the mask because he remembered my name. man, life is CRAZY, huh?!?!
funny? moment in surgery
attending described above did a laparoscopic (surgery with long pincers that go into abdomen and leave only small scars) splenectomy, but midway, hit an artery that bled, a bleed he couldn't control, and thus had to convert to open (big cut along abdomen that leaves a much bigger scar). when he hit the artery, he yelled out, "SH*T!" and proceeded to yell at everyone around him, demanding things, asking why something, something wasn't ready, why wasn't ___ already set up, where was the regular scrub nurse, blah, blah, blah. pretty much blaming everyone except himself.
after converting to open, eventually the bleed was controlled, and the operation was coming to a close. the attending turns to the resident and asks, "you know what the teaching pt here was?"
resident: "yeah, to make a quick decision to convert to open."
attending: "exactly. it's very important that you respond like i did, that you don't panic, that you keep a cool head, in emergent situations like this."
omg... i was too appalled to laugh.
an interesting moment in life
during a rare break time, i went to take a much needed leak in the bathroom. there were five urinals, and i took the one furthest to the right. the short one. (every asian guy understands why i do this. for some reason, urinals are made for very tall 6 ft males. for short 5'7" guys like me, when i pee, the acute angle of the stream is not sharp enough (it's nearly perpendicular to the plane of the wall), and thus there is rebound off the back wall of the urinal. i HATE that. it's gross enough that urine splashes on you, but think of your urine hitting someone else's urine that wasn't completey swept away by the flush, and that urine rebounding off the urinal onto your hands or your clothes. it drives me crazy. that's why i always take the short urinal, even if there are little kids hopping around next to me. even if dads of little kids give me the evil eye. unless the dads of the little kids are big, then i go to pee in a stall, instead. anyway. i digress)
so, i'm peeing in the little stall, and a guy in a suit walks into the bathroom. he proceeds to pee, and then LETS OUT A RIPPER OF A FART!!! so i started chuckling, going, "hehehehehe (shoulders shaking a little)."
i guess i shouldn't have laughed, because this guy was SO embarassed that he didn't even wash his hands! he zipped up and rushed out of the bathroom. gross. my, my, my. THE POWER I HAVE!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
yakob at 9:08 PM