Stop Playing With Your Balls

So today was my last day of surgery. That noise you heard around 1pm central time was the heavens opening and angel choir singing "Hallelujah" as HemeOnc Doc and I walked away from the trauma surgery room.

I've been thinking a lot about my surgery rotation. Here's a list of reasons why surgery just isn't for me:

1. I like to sleep. Overnight call was never fun for me. I hated every minute of it. Plus, I don't like waking up at 3:30 every morning and getting home over 12 hours later (some, but not all rotations).
2. I hate the OR. I hate scrubbing. I hate getting yelled at when I touch something without thinking. I hate not being able to scratch my nose when it itches. And I don't give a damn about your sterile field (aimed at a particular nurse in the Batson ORs).
3. The type A personality I just don't understand. Whether the bandage is changed now, 10 minutes for now, or after rounds it'll still get changed. Calm down.
4. I hate anatomy. I don't care about nerves. I don't care about blood vessels. I don't care about it looking pretty. And I definitely don't care about the 700 different procedures that end up doing the same thing. Pick your favorite and stick with it.
5. I don't have the compulsion to tie knots over and over again so I get really good at them. I'd be happy if I never tied another knot ever again.

Unfortunately, I'm not 100% decided on OB. Although there is surgery involved, I'm wondering if it'll be an entirely different surgical environment when compared to general surgery. Although I don't know if I'll ever be able to do pelvics and pap smears on a regular basis. Or cough up $200,000+ for malpractice.

So, I have tomorrow off to study, my test wed, then two days of pathology shadowing before starting family medicine. I'm so pumped I don't think words can explain.

Oh, the title is a quote from HemeOnc Doc. It made me laugh really hard.

SURGERY IS OVAH!