Trauma and the like

Damn it's good to be on a keyboard again. And a nice Toshiba laptop at that. Now I'll let you all imagine that I struck gold for a bit. ... . I didn't it's a friend's who's kindly left for a two week trip to to Seattle to settle scores with certain gates that didn't let him through to whatever he wanted to do. And he plans to buy himself some slim, trim Vaio or some such. So here I am Toshiba-ing away. I can feel the beginnings of a bad Toshiba joke bubbling away but I'll spare my small but significant sane side the agony.
It's almost a month since I landed up in Chomland and my take on it sadly is unchanged. My Jane Goodall feeling persists as does my intense displeasure at the vagaries of the weather and the people. Had someone asking me a week ago if I'd learnt hindi from watching movies considering "in the south" they don't take too kindly to hindi. If only they knew what chom meant... So I had to politely in my stingiest voice point out that much as we might not like it we are taught the national language in school. I then proceeded to daydream about punching their shocked faces in.
C'est, they say, la vie.
But on the upside, summer's starting soon.
That's not the real upside, my pigeons, which according to Wikipedia incubate their eggs for 18 days are coming to the end of that period.
Which again reminds me of this nondescript shop at Kadrenhalli Cross in good old Bengalooru that had some emaciated, marinated birds boldly advertised as teetar tandoori. Now I'm not quite sure if that's a parrot or a pigeon and almost anyone I ask has a tendency to avoid answering the question by breaking in to song. You must have heard it, "teetar ke aage do teetar..." It's only the thought of June back home that's keeping my from going on to some homicidal rampage. For those of you who play chess and unreal tournament, the next time you play the board game, capture 6 or seven of your opponents pieces continuously and then in the deepest voice you have say, "killing spree". Thank you bash.org for that.
Ok to point of it all is that I've suddenly realised a few things. One, that trauma is a good place to be as long as you're on the other side if you get what I'm saying. Oh on a small aside, when I told someone that I was going to be working in trauma they asked me why I would encroach on a psychologist's territory. It took me a while to figure that a traumatized person needn't have been in an accident.
Back to the points in question. Trauma/ER shifts are excellent for many reasons. The whole I'm a surgeon, I save lives line that I borrowed from Grey's Anatomy and use to evoke alternating awe and disgust from the world at large, is largely true in the ER. The golden hour, though a fine theory, is rarely followed in the real world. Patients land up usually at 55+ minutes which as one can imagine gives us five or so minutes to do what we can. Which at least here is quite a bit.
The adrenaline rush apart, once the shift is done, there's absolutely no concept of a follow up. Which I love. Every shift has new patients, no wards where there's a chance of seeing patients for days or weeks on end, no discharges or case notes to constantly update and thus no boredom.
Yeah I'm insensitive.... Sue me.