My week on neurosurg is almost over. I can’t say I’m disappointed. While the concepts behind the surgeries are interesting — why that approach? what’s the indication for surgery? — there is only so much enjoyment you can get out of watching someone scoop out a tumor. (My new requirement for picking which surgery to watch: there must be a case going afterwards. Ten hour surgeries are not my cup of tea.)
The surgeons, though, are hilarious. Sample conversation:
Dude, this scope isn’t working.
Dude, you lost your mojo!
Hey Aussie-Boy [the sub-intern is from Perth], turn up the music!
[Sub-i scrubs out and adjust the iHome, which is nailed to the wall.]
Why is this playlist so random?
*pauses in his tumor-scooping and reflects*
It’s like the 1970s. One minute you were listening to Black Sabbath and then suddenly it was the BeeGees and you had to go buy a leisure suit. You remember those, James?
JAMES, THE SCRUB NURSE:
I think we’re showing our age, sir.
RESIDENTS 1 and 2, and AUSSIE-BOY