10+ Year Member
- Dec 19, 2010
“So, I grabbed up my suitcase, and took off down the road, When I got there she was layin' on a coolin' board”
– Son House, Death Letter Blues
Fourth year of medical school is great. Finally, I get some elective time. Last month was great: Dermatology, ahh…….Sleep, rest, low stress and drug rep lunches: Yum. I can still smell the delicious smoked ribs the rep brought for lunch, just last week. I’m already hungry as I drive to start my second elective month in a row. This month is going to be even more relaxed. The patients might have >gasp!< pimples and rashes like last month, but this time they probably won’t even move! After getting worked to death on 6 straight months with hospital call, this is the break I need.
I walk into the building and as I get close to the bottom of the stairs, I smell something. Is that ribs, again? Wow, drug rep food already? It’s only 9 in the morning. That’s weird? Oh, well. I guess life really is good on these elective months, when you’re not getting called at 2 a.m. for a patient who might be dying. I look at the clock. Shoot, I’m a few minutes late. I open the door.
A group of students and residents are standing around a table that is covered by a sheet. The smell of barbequed ribs hits my nose stronger. A bearded man on the other side of the table, waves to me to come over. That must be Dr. Black. I creep toward the others around the table as Dr. Black pulls the sheet off of the table. The overwhelming smell of smoke chokes my nose and as I see what is lurking under the sheet, I feel my stomach drop and my head get dizzy. There laying on the table is a.......(read more)