Breakfast starts at 6 a.m. and I’m on the first bus to the hospital at 7 a.m. Patients are waiting outside for us and I check to see that they’ve fasted the proper amount of time and that no one’s health has changed since we saw them last week. Then the patients file upstairs to change for surgery and I try and catch the tail end of morning rounds. Then it’s get ready for the cases to come out of the three OR rooms. Today we had three kids under each under a year of age come out simulaneously. One a little croupy, one who was fine and one with an iffy IV I had to replace.
I’ve been sticking to bananas and yogurt for the last two days, but today there were pan dulces again, and well worth it. Some had pineapple, others apple. The store where our quartermaster has been getting our bananas was out today, so he got them from someone selling them in the median. There’s nothing I’ve needed that they haven’t been able to find: a measuring tape, chewing gum, and urine pregnancy tests (for all female patients over ten). It’s faster to just run our own instead of sending them through the hospital lab, and the local pharmacy must have their explanation for why the same guy keeps coming back to buy them four at a time.
The doctors usually get the second or third bus back to our rooms where we find out about the next day and figure out dinner. Then it’s time to check email, call home, and catch some zzzs.