The September call schedule has been posted.
September is the first month our new anesthesiology residents start taking call duties. This means they start out not knowing what to do and looking lost and carrying bags of "emergency" equipment (not just endotracheal tubes and suxamethonium syringes and doses of atropine, but even such things as an emergency supply of metronidazole in case there's a colon resection that needs doing 'stat'). This means they barely know how to do anything at all, much less their own cases in the middle of the night.
September is the first month I start taking the "first call" position -- which is to say, I will be running all the operating rooms at 'Man's Greatest Hospital' for the duration of the call. And guess what day they have me doing first call for the first time? 7th September. Labor Day!
As Husband found out while crunching a year's worth of operating room data from our 53+ operating rooms, Labor Day was the worst day of the year, and the only day in which eight (eight!) emergency traumas, aortic dissections, closed head traumas, and dead bowel disasters rolled into the OR at once! Keeping in mind that we only have 5 available residents to do these cases, so there aren't even enough bodies on call to do 8 emergencies!
And the crew I got? The "second call" resident, who is supposed to handle the "advanced" cases, is a guy who officially has The Biggest Black Cloud Ever -- and he will by then have no experience with vascular, thoracic or cardiac cases, and won't know how to place a quick central line or float a pulmonary artery catheter or place a double-lumen endotracheal tube for lung isolation. Then there are two brand-new first-year residents who will be doing their first call ever. Then there is H, who can float a PA catheter but who, one month ago, was accused of lifting up his surgical mask and blowing his nose into the surgical field -- which, at the time, happened to be an open chest.
Doh! *headsmack*