Turkey? Provolone?

I think my subconscious wanted to be a doctor more than I did. For the past several weeks, the medical world keeps finding a way to creep into my dreams. Two days ago I dreamt vividly of a four month old baby on the wards with feeding issues and that I happened to have a friend who specialized in feeding problems. (Is there really such a sub-specialty? At four months?) I decided I immediately needed to transfer care to my friend. This meant I should pick up the phone at once and call her… which I did… until I realized it was 3am and the friend that I was calling was the last person who had text paged me. Thankfully I realized this after hearing it ring on her end, so I hung up quickly. She’s actually an internal medicine resident so my dream-mind was WAY off. Does this happen when I’m on call too??

Today, in dreamland I had to undergo special training for resident leadership skills. This meant running a sandwich shop. (I think I may have been a little hungry too while dreaming this.) The nurses from the ER were my coaches. They told me that my job was to “be their friend” but to put on my “sandwich gloves” and be stern when I need to direct them to do something. So, they had me behind the counter and I had to direct the sandwich-making. One female elderly doctor had approached the table, and she had an easy request, but before we could get to it (there was a more experienced sandwich maker at the counter too since in my dream I could not make sandwiches) two older male doctors came and demanded sandwiches. They said they had to go to the OR. What did I do? I told them to go back in line! And they did. My supervisors told me I did a great job. And then… then I woke up before I got my sandwich reward!! Blast.

My floor supervisor month in July rocked. The interns are all so nice... and smart! ER has been awesome too. Foreign bodies were pulled from all kinds of orifices (my favorite… sponge up nose! that one was a surprise), friendships were maintained despite consulting pediatric surgery every five minutes, violence was avoided from angry parents (but one nurse got hit!) On the downside, babies were beaten at home, twelve year olds found out they were pregnant, and I went through two other pagers after my beloved/hated electronic companion of a year broke. But I learned more this month than I think I’ve learned in a long time, simply from the volume and diversity of patients we saw. Next month I have to do some ER shifts at the county hospital (shudder!) and work as floor supervisor at night for a week. More stories I'm sure, I may have to try and stay awake more so my real stories outnumber my dream stories! Next month will also bring two vacations, my birthday, and a possible hurricane evacuation.

Stop Gustav!