I knew I should have packed my RPH scrubs. I had emailed the admin at UHN and was told, “No, all the fellows wear long shirts and long pants…” because, well, they do. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t wear scrubs. Like next week, when I’m in the biopsy centre. And, if I want, I can just wear scrubs constantly. With a hot summer and commuting to work, I’ve been sweating through my long-sleeve shirt and tie, and just being icky. Today I put a deposit down at TGH for scrubs.
The material is great; it’s sheer and light.
The pants have no fly. They have a labia-like opening with two halves of material that just flop about in the breeze. I lifted my shirt to show the other abdo fellows and could see my underwear. Argh! I’ll need to invest in a safety pin.
Tonight I wished for a busy night because the call last night was quiet and thus I got bored. My wish came true. Late, from rounds, then lots of CTs. And complicated cases because that’s the referral centre I work in. Worked late, until about 22:20. But tomorrow, I’m not on call any more! Until Christmas time! Yaaaay!