This will have to be quick.
I am working at 0630 in the morning.
For the third morning in the row.
Argh.
One of my favorite anesthesiologists was waked on Saturday.
Well, it was his funeral day.
But his family ordered people who went to wear brightly colored shirts.
In his memory.
And, hearing that, I laughed and laughed.
Because, of course.
Dr. C was an amazing man.
He was gifted as an anesthesiologist.
He put everyone at ease, including the staff AND the patient.
He handled emergencies with compassion and the right word after the crisis had passed.
I will miss him.
Dispatches from the Evening Shift 