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So I'm lounging in the office today. It's conference day and it usually isn't very busy.
I get a call from the consult resident about a case GYN was doing. 40-something year old lady with a history of bleeding fibroid disease, multiple C-sections in the past, is on the table for a TAH/BSO. The GYN Chief Resident tore a gaping hole into the sigmoid colon and was looking at poopy stuff spilling into the pelvis.
So I head over to the OR, stick my head in, and the GYN resident, Chief Resident, and now the GYN attending were all standing there scratching their heads about how best to fix it.
This hole was big enough to drive a truck through.
So I scrubbed. Looked around. And told them I thought they patient needed either to have a Hartman's done or we could attempt to repair it primarily and then bring up an end colostomy to divert the fecal stream proximally. But I didn't think that we could get away with saving her from having an ostomy of some type.
"What?!" the GYN attending replies, "I want your attending in here. You obviously are f*cking crazy. We can repair this primarily."
So I call the attending of the day. He comes in and scrubs. Agrees with me that we're gonna have to do the colostomy and the GYN begrudgingly agrees. So my attending and I go at it. GYN also asks us to help them mobilize the uterus for them while we're there fixing the colotomy. WTF?
So we're doing our thing. Lysing some adhesions, mobilizing the sigmoid, the distal left colon, all in an attempt to do the Hartman's. We decided on that to get it out of the way so that they can take out the uterus. But while we're doing all of this and basically saving their asses from the fire, the GYN attending keeps huffing and puffing throughout the case while I'm dissecting stuff.
"Do you even see where you're cutting?"
"How do you know where you are?"
"STOP! You're cutting into the small bowel mesentery!" (While we were mobilizing the sigmoid colon off the uterus.)
"THAT'S the ureter you just cut!" (It was a band.)
"Where are you putting your hand? WHERE ARE YOU PUTTING YOUR HAND?! You're gonna rip out the aorta!" (My hand was in the pelvis, trying to see what I could do with moving the colon off the uterus -- last I checked, the aorta was nowhere near there.)
So I stopped dissecting. Handed my attending (who's my former Chief Resident) the Metz and told him that I'm not gonna keep dissecting while I'm distracted. I found myself really annoyed.
I really felt like lashing out at the GYN attending and telling him to STFU, that he called me and I really had no interest in getting involved with his nonsense other than to protect the patient from his blocks of wood for hands. But I held back. Primarily because he was an attending and I was just a resident, but also because I could see why he was so antsy and pissed about the situation.
But what would you guys have done? Sit there and take it like me and keep quiet about it, or go at it with him. In retrospect, I think I did the right thing. But I sure would've liked to give him a piece of my mind.
I get a call from the consult resident about a case GYN was doing. 40-something year old lady with a history of bleeding fibroid disease, multiple C-sections in the past, is on the table for a TAH/BSO. The GYN Chief Resident tore a gaping hole into the sigmoid colon and was looking at poopy stuff spilling into the pelvis.
So I head over to the OR, stick my head in, and the GYN resident, Chief Resident, and now the GYN attending were all standing there scratching their heads about how best to fix it.
This hole was big enough to drive a truck through.
So I scrubbed. Looked around. And told them I thought they patient needed either to have a Hartman's done or we could attempt to repair it primarily and then bring up an end colostomy to divert the fecal stream proximally. But I didn't think that we could get away with saving her from having an ostomy of some type.
"What?!" the GYN attending replies, "I want your attending in here. You obviously are f*cking crazy. We can repair this primarily."
So I call the attending of the day. He comes in and scrubs. Agrees with me that we're gonna have to do the colostomy and the GYN begrudgingly agrees. So my attending and I go at it. GYN also asks us to help them mobilize the uterus for them while we're there fixing the colotomy. WTF?
So we're doing our thing. Lysing some adhesions, mobilizing the sigmoid, the distal left colon, all in an attempt to do the Hartman's. We decided on that to get it out of the way so that they can take out the uterus. But while we're doing all of this and basically saving their asses from the fire, the GYN attending keeps huffing and puffing throughout the case while I'm dissecting stuff.
"Do you even see where you're cutting?"
"How do you know where you are?"
"STOP! You're cutting into the small bowel mesentery!" (While we were mobilizing the sigmoid colon off the uterus.)
"THAT'S the ureter you just cut!" (It was a band.)
"Where are you putting your hand? WHERE ARE YOU PUTTING YOUR HAND?! You're gonna rip out the aorta!" (My hand was in the pelvis, trying to see what I could do with moving the colon off the uterus -- last I checked, the aorta was nowhere near there.)
So I stopped dissecting. Handed my attending (who's my former Chief Resident) the Metz and told him that I'm not gonna keep dissecting while I'm distracted. I found myself really annoyed.
I really felt like lashing out at the GYN attending and telling him to STFU, that he called me and I really had no interest in getting involved with his nonsense other than to protect the patient from his blocks of wood for hands. But I held back. Primarily because he was an attending and I was just a resident, but also because I could see why he was so antsy and pissed about the situation.
But what would you guys have done? Sit there and take it like me and keep quiet about it, or go at it with him. In retrospect, I think I did the right thing. But I sure would've liked to give him a piece of my mind.