Newbie doctors and football.

At SL, we take home call.  Basically, if the hospital needs something they call you and you go in, but if not, you get to hang on your sofa instead of the call sofa.  Home call is much better than in-house call. Especially when you get out of “the house” before the fam has finished breakfast. However, it happened to be killer on my gas tank this weekend. At 12, I was headed back for an admit. At 2, I was headed back for an admit. Oh-then I got stuck. Stuck being a newbie doctor. I know that’s what Rampey was thinking. Because Saturday he and I sat in the kitchen, aka L&D, watching a pot boil. We threatened. We paced. We threw our hands up and yelled, (mostly at the game on in the lounge). But end the end it was another reminder; we’re not in control. We pretend. We imagine. But we do not control. We are simply instruments. We are called to this work. And when the tiny life finally ventured into the room Saturday evening, it was a startling reminder that I was not running the show.  The rest of the night was fairly uneventful, did you see Clemson (ouch), just a few mommy calls from the office and a floor call here and there.  Which reminds me of a thought from Desai, “Life at any time can become difficult: life at any time can become easy. It all depends upon how one adjusts oneself to life”.1


1Morarji Desai

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