Okay, this isn’t a call secret. More like an every day case event.
Some doctors like to narrate their entire case.
This is, of course, on a spectrum.
It goes from “now where did I put the appendix”.
To sound effects using the automated stapler. Yes, it sounds like you’d think. Pew, pew or kachunk.
To the recitation of what I can only surmise is their grocery list. Peaches, flour, milk, bread, lunch meat. Beer.
To being self congratulatory when a particularly tricky motion is achieved without problem.
But, hey, whatever keeps you focused, doc.
Just, could we not refer to ourselves in third person? Cause that is kinda creepy.
And that’s all the time I have today, folks.
The white cat commands it.
But don’t be surprised when the surgeon is muttering to themselves under their breath. Also don’t answer any questions they might ask of themselves.
They’re not talking to you.
Dispatches from the Evening Shift 