Once in a great while, we’ll get a good-looking resident or fellow. The nurses all take a peek and then unofficial polls make the rounds. The newest plastics fellow, though, has hit it out of the ballpark. By far the best-looking man I’ve ever seen work there, he’s an easy 10, even among the general population. The OR’s in an uproar. The few male nurses and surg techs just shake their heads or shrug in the midst of the female pandemonium.
Suddenly, the plastics rooms are full of people. Suddenly, everyone’s running in there to get a bovie scratch pad. Suddenly, it’s the most well-stocked room in the complex and the cases the most fascinating. People stand outside in the core and look in just to catch a glimpse. The other doctors have noticed. In a joint case with neuro recently, the new fellow introduced himself to the neurosurgeon and the neurosurgeon said, “I’ve heard all about you.” He didn’t mean it as a skills thing. The neuro girls have been chattering about the new plastics guy since July began.
He’d forgotten to put on his goggles today and had them dangling off the front of his scrub shirt. He asked me if I would be so kind to put them on him. I didn’t need to be asked twice and actually considered missing the target. It’s the little things.
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