Just finished first block of surgery. 4 more weeks to go.

And I'm not going to lie, folks. It wasn't pretty. It ISN'T pretty. Like I said before, surgery rocks. Surgeons? Not so much. Not sure how much I want to say... but lets just say that the "holier than thou" attitude gets old. Really fast. The talking shit. The HUGE egos. The cutting each other down. The tension. The pimping. The hierarchy. The obvious a-hole facade covering up for lack of any other quality personality skills.

And it's rather shocking how similar surgeon's personalities are. It's as if only people who are young and impressionable with no independent free will or other interests or a mind of their own get lured into surgery... since they are the only ones who are willing to put up with the effin' bs it takes... and then their personalities are shaped by the surgeons who teach them. Then they never change. And the next group will be just like them.

Anyway... It sucks all around. I'm counting the days. And honestly, I'm pretty sad because I sort of wanted to like it. I mean... in a sick sort of way I thought maybe I'd have this huge deviation from my predicted path and do something crazy. But alas, it is so the exact opposite of my personality to be competitive and nasty and egotistical that I know I would be straight miserable.

So. Surgery is officially... OFF the list. Sad face.

The Golden Rules of Surgery

1. Eat when you can

2. Sleep when you can

3. Don't fuck with the pancreas