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One week now under my belt. To remind: I just completed my five years of gen surg training, and accepted a private practice position in a regional referral center in the northwest.
I had the interesting experience of being on call my very first day on the job. My partner calls me the day before:
"Hey! You wouldn't be able to cover me tomorrow by any chance, would you?"
"Well, sure. But you know, I don't even know my way around the hospital yet. I think you were supposed to introduce me and show me around tomorrow."
"O don't worry! I'll be around! I just want to spend some time with my son who's here from our of town. Just call me if you need anything."
"Sure, that'd be fine." Come to find out later that he spent the day on a boat out on the river, well out of beeper range.
So I got up early, drove to the ED's of the two hospitals that I cover, introduced myself to the docs and staff ("Oh, you're Dr. Womansurg! We thought maybe that was some kind of typo on the call sheet.") and headed into the clinic. Fielded office and hospital consults all day. Then got a late afternoon call from the local university town ED. Young man with RLQ abdominal pain.
"Sure, I'm happy to see him. But...I thought you guys had your own surgery group there?"
"Well, we do. But the parents want him seen by your group."
"Certainly. Send him down."
He arrives to the ED. Has a pretty good story and examination for early appendicitis. His abdomen looks like a road map of surgical scars. Previous blunt and penetrating trauma to the pelvis and GI tract. Multiple surgeries and revisions - at least five by their recollection. Questionable history of possible inflammatory bowel disease. CT of the abdomen (I have no desire to struggle my way into that abdomen only to find an exacerbation of IBD) is suggestive of appendicitis. We engage in a long discussion about goals and risks of surgery. I consent him for exploratory laparoscopy, possible laparotomy, possible appendectomy, possible bowel resection, possible ostomy. The OR crew is called in. I dictate on the ED doc's number - I don't have my own yet.
The janitor points me in the general direction of the ORs. I walk in and people stop and stare at me.
"I'm sorry. "Who are you exactly? Oh! You're the new surgeon!"
Patient is brought down and general anesthesia undertaken. I get a scope in at a virgin appearing area of the epigastrum. Massive abdominal wall adhesions - no surprise there. I do enough adhesiolysis to access the RLQ and place two more ports. Normal cecum and terminal ileum. Appendix with inflamed, indurated tip. It comes out easily.
I walk out into the hall and hail a person mopping the floor.
"Hey, where's the OR waiting room?"
He looks at me like I'm joking and points to an open doorway immediately behind me. I walk through it to find family members looking at me amusedly.
"I'm sure it's instilling great confidence in you that your son's surgeon can't find the bathroom around here," I laugh. "Surgery went fine..." yada yada.
Mom has a funny look on her face. "We should probably tell you. We're both nurses here at the hospital. My husband is a surgical nurse."
Skip a beat.
"I'm glad you didn't tell me."
So, all-in-all a good beginning for me. I went on to do several breast cases (including a sentinal node bx), an open colectomy for cancer, and a lap gallbladder. Next week so far I've lined up lap hernias (one inguinal, one ventral), a lap colon resection for benign disease, and a possible carotid endarterectomy.
I cannot adequately express to you how delighted I am with my life here and with my practice. All of those long years...everything is finally coming to fruition. There is a wonderful light at the end of that tunnel you may be living in.
-ws
I had the interesting experience of being on call my very first day on the job. My partner calls me the day before:
"Hey! You wouldn't be able to cover me tomorrow by any chance, would you?"
"Well, sure. But you know, I don't even know my way around the hospital yet. I think you were supposed to introduce me and show me around tomorrow."
"O don't worry! I'll be around! I just want to spend some time with my son who's here from our of town. Just call me if you need anything."
"Sure, that'd be fine." Come to find out later that he spent the day on a boat out on the river, well out of beeper range.
So I got up early, drove to the ED's of the two hospitals that I cover, introduced myself to the docs and staff ("Oh, you're Dr. Womansurg! We thought maybe that was some kind of typo on the call sheet.") and headed into the clinic. Fielded office and hospital consults all day. Then got a late afternoon call from the local university town ED. Young man with RLQ abdominal pain.
"Sure, I'm happy to see him. But...I thought you guys had your own surgery group there?"
"Well, we do. But the parents want him seen by your group."
"Certainly. Send him down."
He arrives to the ED. Has a pretty good story and examination for early appendicitis. His abdomen looks like a road map of surgical scars. Previous blunt and penetrating trauma to the pelvis and GI tract. Multiple surgeries and revisions - at least five by their recollection. Questionable history of possible inflammatory bowel disease. CT of the abdomen (I have no desire to struggle my way into that abdomen only to find an exacerbation of IBD) is suggestive of appendicitis. We engage in a long discussion about goals and risks of surgery. I consent him for exploratory laparoscopy, possible laparotomy, possible appendectomy, possible bowel resection, possible ostomy. The OR crew is called in. I dictate on the ED doc's number - I don't have my own yet.
The janitor points me in the general direction of the ORs. I walk in and people stop and stare at me.
"I'm sorry. "Who are you exactly? Oh! You're the new surgeon!"
Patient is brought down and general anesthesia undertaken. I get a scope in at a virgin appearing area of the epigastrum. Massive abdominal wall adhesions - no surprise there. I do enough adhesiolysis to access the RLQ and place two more ports. Normal cecum and terminal ileum. Appendix with inflamed, indurated tip. It comes out easily.
I walk out into the hall and hail a person mopping the floor.
"Hey, where's the OR waiting room?"
He looks at me like I'm joking and points to an open doorway immediately behind me. I walk through it to find family members looking at me amusedly.
"I'm sure it's instilling great confidence in you that your son's surgeon can't find the bathroom around here," I laugh. "Surgery went fine..." yada yada.
Mom has a funny look on her face. "We should probably tell you. We're both nurses here at the hospital. My husband is a surgical nurse."
Skip a beat.
"I'm glad you didn't tell me."
So, all-in-all a good beginning for me. I went on to do several breast cases (including a sentinal node bx), an open colectomy for cancer, and a lap gallbladder. Next week so far I've lined up lap hernias (one inguinal, one ventral), a lap colon resection for benign disease, and a possible carotid endarterectomy.
I cannot adequately express to you how delighted I am with my life here and with my practice. All of those long years...everything is finally coming to fruition. There is a wonderful light at the end of that tunnel you may be living in.
-ws