Yesterday I saw a below the knee amputation (BKA). Wow. It looks pretty much like what you think it would look like. In other news, I spilled coffee all over my resident's notes first thing in the morning. Sigh. He said something that sounded like, "Christ," but it might have been "Nice" or "Coffee is such a Vice."
At least I had a string cheese in my lunch box, care of Ten.
I am crossing my fingers for a day off on Sunday. I'll practice suturing while listening to every NPR broadcast I've missed in the last week. Also I'll fluff up my self esteem which has been taking small but repetitive beatings over the last few days.