Saturday, April 20, 2013

Face Full of Blood

Hello, hello! Super long time since I updated again, I know. I've been really awful about blogging because I've been on my surgery rotation. And no offense to surgeons, but I'm so not attracted to a surgeon's life. Super early mornings, long hours on your feet, meal breaks equivalent to quickstuffyourfacewithanythingnow, daily wound dressing changes, and when you're not spending long hours in the OR, there will still be long hours in clinic awaiting you. But fortunately, this lifestyle does appeal to certain folks (who are not me) and the world will hopefully always have some excellent, smart, hard-working surgeons (who are not me). I know this to be true because I know about five people, all quite sane and nice human beings, who will be/or is considering going into surgery.

So, for those of you interested in medical school ramblings ... for surgery, resident rounds start around 6-6:30am so for pre-rounds, we should check in even earlier. With long days when I generally leave past 6, I can go for days without seeing daylight because the sun will dawn while I'm in the hospital and set before I leave. Bright side of this? Vampires, too, can be surgeons.

Oh, you want a legit positive? When I drive in super early, it's quite nice because no one is up at 5am and you can go zoom zoom. And have your pick of parking spaces in the lot. Also, everyone can roll out of bed at 4:30am and wear whatever to the hospital because we're going to have to change into scrubs anyway. But after being on obgyn and surgery service back to back ... I missed nice clothes.

For rounds, medical students are generally responsible for carrying a bucket or stuffing their white coat pockets with sterile gauzes, kerlix, saline flushes, and tape. Lots of tape. We then flock after the team up and down stairs to the various patients, presenting the overnight information regarding patients we're following, changing the various patients' dressings and checking their drains. There were a lot of amputation wounds. Many legs to prop up, many oozing wounds to rewrap.

Speaking of amputations, I was scrubbed in to assist the vascular surgeon and resident on a BKA revision (the man is a diabetic whose foot got really infected so he had a guillotine ankle amputation in order to let the wound drain first to make sure the infection gets all taken care of before going back into the OR at a later date for a below the knee stump revision).

During the surgery, the attending hacked away at all the necrotic tissue, trying to roll up the flap into a nice looking stump. Really inappropriate, but it was close to lunch and for a while there, the stump looked like an empanada. A really thick, unwieldy empanada that refused to be wrapped up neatly. Cursing like a rap song, the attending muttered, "Oh, f***, man, this guy's a f****** squirter."

The next I knew, a jet of crimson spurted through the air and caught me right in the face. The attending jerked back, blood just barely grazing the bottom of his mask.

Likely because I was so tired, I just blinked. We all had masks with eye-guards so it wasn't as if the blood had made skin contact ... I hoped. No biggie, so what if there's this ketchupy blob across my vision, I can just peer around it -

The resident on the other side of the table stared at me as he ventured, "Um, maybe she should scrub out ..."

The attending turned his head to me, bovie in hand. "Yes," he decided. "Scrub out and come back."

"Uh ... okay." I turned away from the table and all three nurses in the corner went, "Whoa."

What? What? Did the blood actually manage to sneak past the eye guard? I just pictured a constellation of red on my forehead, forming a neon sign: SOAP PLZ.

One of them rushed forward as I stripped off my gloves, examining my mask closely. "It's okay. It's okay. Nothing got on your skin."

Another nurse laughed as he helped untie the back of my gown, "See now? This is why I said that you should go into dermatology."

When I removed my mask outside, it turned out that the blood had splashed across the mouth and up over the eye guard, ending just right at the upper border. Nice.


  1. Wow, that sounds like quite an experience! Anyway, I just wanted to say that I'm glad you returned to this blog - we missed you :)

  2. Please update us more about your med student experiences!:)

  3. Do you know what field of medicine you want to go into?

  4. This is my first time visiting your blog, and I'm so excited I came because 1) I was excited to see that you were in med school and still had time to write and 2) I love hearing about 3rd year med students' lives/horror stories! I'm actually in the process of applying to med schools this summer and haha guess what I did tonight instead of adding entries to my AMCAS activities section? Re-read Through Me (definitely one of my favorite stories on fp - seriously Will is probably my favorite character of all time - no joke). Procrastination at its finest. I regret nothing.
    Anyways please keep blogging about your rotations/clerkships - I love living vicariously through you and learning more about the med school life that hopefully I will be able to experience soon! :)

  5. Hey, guys! Thank you so much for the comments! :)

    I had been deciding between pediatrics and anesthesiology, but I'm leaning more toward peds now. I just finished clinical clerkships and am currently studying for Step 2 CK. Will definitely blog more soon. Can't wait for fourth year!