You can't believe it. You're enjoying yourself. You've been having
a great day. You've been working pretty much non-stop, but it's not
been overwhelmingly busy. You're patients have been nice and courteous
and they've mostly all been interesting cases. Your clinical acumen
is sharp today and you've missed nothing. You're especially
proud of that thoracotomy you did in the men's washroom with a fountain pen
and your pocket rib spreader.
Hang on - you don't have a fountain pen. You wake up and fall off the
trolley you had dozed off on, into a pile of something on the floor that
worryingly seems to contain diced carrots.
