Paging Larissa

I was on call last night - the night started out kinda slow with the residents passing us (me & my call partner) along to each other. Finally around 1am, our intern dismissed us & said she'd page us if she needed us. I was falling asleep, so I went to the call room to sleep. Two hours later I was awakened by my pager blazing. I called the number back, it was the mid-level resident - she said "I need you to come down & sow up a lac." (note: lac is short for laceration)

So it begins - the middle of the night phone call because someone needs me. Hopefully I'll respond the same way I did early this morning. . ."sure thing - I'll be right there." I'm going to change people's lives. . .thats kinda cool. This dude will always have a scar - a scar that I gave him...well, I guess that the scar that I gave him is going to be much better than the huge wound that he had before I got ahold of him.

(funny note - quote from the dude I stitched up to my intern "I have insurance, can't I get someone who knows what they're doing to do this.")