So today I'm On Call. This basically means I'm in the hospital for 24-30 hours, doing admissions, helping out the residents, etc. I don't have to work the entire time, necessarily; I just have to be there. There's actually a room where I can sleep if/when I get the chance. (Incidentally, the reason residents are called "residents" is that they used to be On Call in the hospital all the time. Residents of the hospital, you see.)
And now, without further ado, this is the peds student call room, where I'll be spending the night tonight!
Look! Swanky, no?
I'll also have a desk (of sorts) and even my own sink. What more could a girl want?
I especially like how, if you look closely, you can see where past students have been practicing their surgical knot-tying skills.
(I really do like it, by the way; I'm not just saying that. It makes me feel sort of connected, in a weird way... to all med students, past and future, who have ever sat in a stark call room in ill-fitting scrubs, whiling away the wee hours of the morning practicing the intricacies of surgical knots on leftover sutures donated by some thoughtful scrub nurse... or something along the same lines. Oh, med school. How very un-glamorous you are.)