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Publié par | Everest Media LLC |
Date de parution | 22 mars 2022 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781669357070 |
Langue | English |
Poids de l'ouvrage | 1 Mo |
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Insights on Michael J. Collins's Hot Lights, Cold Steel
Contents Insights from Chapter 1 Insights from Chapter 2 Insights from Chapter 3 Insights from Chapter 4 Insights from Chapter 5 Insights from Chapter 6
Insights from Chapter 1
#1
We were introduced one by one. The chairman of the department, Dr. John Harding, gave a brief history of orthopedic surgery at Mayo, and said we were lucky to be starting in orthopedics now. We were going to spend four years here, two as junior residents and two as senior residents.
#2
I was assigned to be the junior resident surgeon with Dr. Harding. I was scared of making mistakes, and I had a lot of catching up to do. The Saturday Morning Conference was mandatory for all residents.
#3
I was a counterfeit orthopedic surgeon, and I felt completely miserable. I was so ignorant that I was afraid anyone would call on me and ask me complicated questions. I would have thrown myself on the floor and asked them to shoot me.
#4
I was terrified that at any moment the beeper on my belt might go off and a frantic nurse would scream, Doctor, come quickly! Mr. Arnold’s TQF is trans-debilifying on his acute dorsi! His TKA is UTO’d! For God’s sake, hurry! I spent the rest of the day reviewing charts.
#5
I was assigned to cover for Art Hestry, a senior resident, on his first night on call. I was told to call the ortho floor at Methodist Hospital. I didn’t know if we always got people up on the third day after surgery, or if we never did.
#6
I had to make rounds on every one of Dr. Harding’s patients by myself the next morning. I was new, and didn’t know what to do. I threw myself on the mercy of the nurse, and she let me off easy.
#7
I was a resident at Methodist Hospital, and I was in charge of making rounds. It was 4:57 A. M. when I pulled into the parking lot at the west end of the hospital. I was terrified one of my patients would ask me when they could resume activities after their hip or knee replacement.
#8
I was checking Dr. Harding’s new list, and was relieved to find that no French diplomats or Arabian sheiks had been admitted during the night. I felt even worse, though, when I realized that surgeons claimed internists travel around in annoyingly large groups, like fleas, buzzing much but accomplishing little.
#9
I had just spent 48 hours in hell. I had just finished a four-year medical training program, but I was still not prepared for the reality of life as a doctor. I was expecting the training to be difficult, but this was ridiculous.
#10
I was excited to be working with Art, a legend at Mayo Clinic. He was a handsome, witty, and charming man. He always had some beautiful woman at his side. He was not very skilled as a surgeon, but he made no secret that his main interests were anatomic rather than orthopedic.
#11
I had imagined surgery as a series of delicate maneuvers performed with a scalpel held gently between thumb and forefinger. This procedure seemed like bloody, rapid-fire chaos.
#12
I was excited to be a surgeon, and I loved the blood, bone, and body parts. I was disappointed that to everyone else it seemed so routine. I wanted them to feel as I did, that this was something extraordinary.
#13
The Mayo Clinic had a work week divided into surgery days and clinic days. I was the second assistant on all cases, and I did nothing more than hold retractors and write post-op orders on clinic days.
#14
I was the Invisible Resident on Dr. Harding’s service. I studied hard, and within a week, he must have realized how far behind I was. He ignored me. The next morning, Art left me to handle things on the service.
#15
I had six days left on Harding’s service when Marvella, his secretary, called me. Prince Saleb had invited Dr. Harding, Art, and me to dinner in his suite at the Kahler Hotel. I was already figuring out how to break the news to Patti that I wouldn’t be able to go when I asked Marvella when the dinner was.
#16
I had four consults, a wrist fracture, and a pussed-out knee in a drug addict. I was just starting to feel comfortable with Dr. Harding when, in mid-August, it was time to switch services.
#17
I was assigned to the Department of Orthopedics at Mayo Clinic, and I was extremely excited to be working with such a renowned surgeon as Mark Coventry. He was a great athlete who had been a standout hockey player at Michigan in his undergraduate days.