Medical School Anxiety

It was the first day of my 3rd year of medical school. I was starting my surgical rotation along with a 4th-year medical student. The resident came into the room to discuss the procedure with us.
"This will be a very relaxed surgery and it will give us plenty of time to teach Mr. Duncan some of the basics of surgery."
I am thinking, "This will be great, a nice laid-back surgery for my first day!"
Just then a nurse rushes in.
"Doc, we have a car-crash victim, a 5-year-old boy, who is in very bad shape and you are the only team available. We need you now!"
The resident turns to the 4th-year student and says, "You help Mr. Duncan scrub in, I will get started. Hurry!"
I wash, get my gown, cap, gloves, booties, etc. all ready to go and just as we are rushing to get to the operating room I look down to see my Skullcandy earbuds drooping down the front of me. The 4th year screams, "You can't go into the operating room like that! Your gown isn't sterile anymore! Hurry, we have to get you changed!"
We rush to change my gown but only manage to contaminate her gear as we tried to untangle the headphones to remove them.
She frustratedly yells, "You have to get this right or you are going to be the one that kills that kid!"
I feel completely horrible and sick to my stomach as I try to get things right. That's when I wake up. Luckily it was just a dream. And luckily I am only in my 2nd year of medical school.

Momma's Helper

Colb and I have been super busy with school and work this week. Dev has been a trooper! This was how she took her morning nap today while Colb was at class and I worked. (Don't mind me in my very unattractive plaid pants sporting the unshowered morning look).

Also, here are a few updated photos of our growing girl! Isn't she kissable?

Oh Bill!

Nicole has been begging me to put this story up on the blog because she laughed so hard when I told it to her.

I was sitting in class one morning and my phone buzzes. So naturally I think, "That is probably Nicole texting me to check in." I discretely whip out my phone and check the message. It is not Nicole but rather a number whose contact information is not in my phone. I have to preface this by saying that I recently got a new phone because my other phone went crazy and I haven't re-entered a lot of my contacts yet. So I see this 801 number and figure it is probably someone I know. I open the message and this is what it says,

"Hi Laura.
I have to work the day shift today. Can I get a rain check? I'm really sorry.
Hugs Baby.
Bill........"

I almost bust up laughing right in the middle of lecture! So a few minutes later the lecturer takes a 5 minute break and of course I pull out my phone to show my friends. I really don't know at this point what the accepted protocol is. Do I politely tell him it is the wrong number? Or do I just ignore the text altogether? I decide against both of those options and begin typing.

"Oh Bill, you romantic..."

I glance at Sean who immediately adds, "Stallion".

"Oh Bill, you romantic stallion! This is the wrong number!"

The text I receive in response simply says, "oops."

Here's to you, Bill!