I have seen precious little of the world outside of Stroger/Cook County Hospital and it's every sanguinous Trauma Unit. I return there tomorrow for another 30 hours of attempting to save people from the ridiculous predicaments they get themselves into. Then again on Thursday for my very LAST trauma call. Hallelujah.
Most of my time away from the hospital has been spent sleeping. But I have managed to squeeze in a few lovely hubby excursions to the park and a fair amount of cooking (girl's gotta eat). I also managed to document these moments on film. With you in mind.
I wish my life was more interesting.
For your sake.
What can I say? He's a catch.
Come Friday morning, the smile on my face might be too big to fit through the door, as finally...trauma will be over. Don't get me wrong...I am indeed one of those people who gets very very excited by the words "open thoracotomy". But I also enjoy sleeping. In my own bed. With my new husband. So it will be with a smile that I bid farewell to the Trauma Service.