Time for table tennis

Imagine that. Much to my delight, my attending physian, that guy that I follow around the hospital all day, had to be at another hospital this morning. Between that and our 'feedback session' for our surgery rotation and of course that godsend of LACE (Thursday afternoon medical fieldtrips) I had a very very light day. Its always nice to have one every now and again.

Today I had the pleasure of a nice vigorous game of table tennis. Of course Shaheen had the better of my game for the most part. My excuse was that I hadn't eaten lunch. I'd nearly forgotten how incredibly entertaining the Cecil-Shaheen duo can be. 8th grade humor and hardy laughs abound. We gathered the attention of a not insignificant number of Asian researchers who made there way into the student lounge. It eerily reminded me of our ping pong days in China. Two of observers (one of which mind you brought his own bat) engaged the Afro-Persian and he certainly held his own.

Afterwards I make my way down stairs and who should I find but Victor. He's Caroline's fiancé's Peurto Rican roomate in BCM Graduate School. He and his pipette friends graciously introduced me to that devil's elixer known as an Irish Car Bomb some weeks ago. He and another graduate student were complaining about their current state of affairs, something that I can certainly relate to given my current rotation. "I have to peer review these abstracts for my lab" equals "I need to find some papers on the efficacy of carotid endarterectomies versus stents." "I need to start my experiments. I haven't done anything today" equals "I don't even have time to get a decent meal." Lastly, "Man, if they didn't pay us, no one would do this. Bitches" equals "Man, I can't believe we pay to do this; to be someone's bitches."

In any case I'm out for the day and tomorrow is my last day of pediatric surgery.