A weekend to remember...

Holy Cow, I know I drank too much tonight. I just got back from a party hosted by one of our anesthesiologists where I .....kareoke'd! Yes, me. Shy me. I got up in front of people and sang. Of course, this was after being given several shots by another resident. I think I sang "Maragaritaville". How appropriate. Thank God I only live 7 blocks away from this party. It's a wonder I can type. I think there may have been photos taken. Great.

What else happened?

Had an interesting day Friday with Dr. Macho Yeller. Fortunately he stayed out of my room all day because he had a crisis in another O.R. By the time he was able to devote me any attention whatsoever, I had my patient breathing on her own and about to wake up. He did tell me "between you and me" that I need to have a more "bring it on!" attitude toward my cases and not be so nervous. Noted. From now on, I'll just endanger my patients and act like I know more than I really do.

Postcall: I drove to Tulsa yesterday afternoon to visit a friend from college. I had a weird feeing about the trip, like I might die or something on the way. Well, it just so happens that a severe thunderstorm hit right when I was leaving and it following me all the way to Tulsa. I was a nervous wreck by the time I got there. We went to Cherokee Indian Casino that night. I'd never been to an indian casino before. Interesting. We had an awesome dinner there, then went to the club to hear one of their friends play in his band. We had a good time people watching. Actually , it made me sad. All of these people seemed like they worked really hard for their money all week, then blow it all on booze and gambling. But the night took an interesting turn when a huge bar brawl took place right in front of our table. It started off as an arguement between two men then escalated when one took a swing at the other, then all of a sudden it involved several men. It was an all-out fight. One guy was in a headlock until he passed out on the floor. I surprised myself and without thinking, immediately went over to make sure he was okay. As soon as I got over there, he woke up. I decided to just get out of the way and go back to my table and watch the fun. Looking back, the fight was so bad, I'm extremely lucky I didn't get hurt. Perhaps next time I should mind my own business. Pretty quickly, security came out and put everyone in handcuffs and hauled them off. I was actually pretty impressed with how it was all handled. Apparently, bar fights are a rare thing there and I should feel lucky to have witnessed one.

That's about it. I went to lunch with my college friend, then we raided Kirkland's for some home-type stuff. I can't wait until I'm finished with residency and can live wherever I want and buy whatever i want. Maybe I'll move to Tulsa. It could happen.

Time to sleep off my night, after all, I kareoke'd tonight.