Well, this post goes out to all my new readers, visitors, site-linkers, email-subscribers, Google-searchers, etc. etc. etc. There sure are a lot of you! I truly appreciate all your comments and support. This blog is cathartic for me - it's really nice to know that it's a fun read for you.
On to the goods. Neurology has been a lot of fun. This became apparent when I had to pull myself away from work at 5:15 - my team was laughing so hard about our day, we had tears in our eyes. It wasn't even all that funny. I'd tell you all about it, but it was full of stories that end in "...well, I guess you had to be there".
Thinking back on it, pound for pound, my Surgery rotation was more interesting. I pulled a kid's spleen out in my hands (seen the heart scene from Indy & the Temple Of Doom? It was like that). I sewed an arm back together that was severed in two. I saw a surgeon tell a patient he would "drag your ass behind my truck with a goddam tow-rope until you run long enough to lose that weight†".
But honestly, they don't have time to be fun. They can't sit around and digest their experiences. Surgeons are go-go-go, and while that's exhilarating for a 6 week rotation, I think it'd get old after a while. What's the point of having an amazing job if you can't ever think, talk, or blog about it?
Listen, not that I'm hating on surgery. I loved surgery. But in hindsight, I'm glad it's over. I had fun today. I've still got stories and stories and stories (one dude got a little too friendly with his floor-mount dildo††) - but this time around I can really talk about them. And laugh harder than I have in months.