Listen to *blips* of the Heart

From the Amateur Transplants genius of Dr’s B and K comes this little gem that even for us veterinary anaesthetists has several notes of truth…

The Anaesthetists’ Hymn

You know Amateur Transplants. They are the duo of the sublime London Underground song. I have their CD, I want their DVD. *snigger* only those involved in statistics (as in “lies, damn lies and statistics”) will enjoy the joke, but on Dr B’s blog is a lovely line “Amateur Transplants Blog is written for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons living, dead or otherwise is purely due to chance (p>0.005).” Love it! He gets my vote (is he standing for election?)

Sorry my blog seems to be mostly “look at what I saw on You Tube today” lately. I should probably include some more personally relevant updates!

As readers and pay-attentioners of my blog (and indeed family and friends) will know, I currently work as a veterinary anaesthetist and have done for a few months now. It’s not been too bad – as a certain French colleague commented; I am a “tough cookie”, and 13 days non-stop work/on call over the Christmas period doesn’t bother me, and once I know what it is I am doing, I’m content. Surprise me with new information and I am briefly unhappy, then let me work out my job and I am happy again. Being on call when you are only called out for surgeries (relatively infrequent, and if you are called you have to go in, so no indecision) and being backed up by 2 senior staff members is so, so much more better good than being on call, fielding random calls from MOPs and knowing there’s only a 70% chance that the boss will answer his phone is you need him, let alone help you.

That said I’ve had a fun few weeks off anaesthesia. We get to spend a few weeks visiting other services. Last week I pottered about in cardio, learning things I no doubt should already know. Lovely bunch, the cardio team. This week I’m likewise pottering about in equine learning things about horses I probably should already know also. It’s all good, all very enjoyable, the world is a lovely shiny place and yes I am over halfway down a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc (and not very nice Sauvignon at that, I previously enjoyed Calvet Limited Release Sauvignon Blanc, but this bottle tastes more like vinegar. Glad I didn’t buy two like I was planning – I’d bought two bottles of red for cardio and equine respectively didn’t want to look like an alchy by buying another white as well. A shopping basket of only four bottles of wine and half a dozen free-range eggs and 2 litres (damn metric) of goat’s milk may raise eyebrows. Not that I’m particularly bothered what the 10.30pm staff at Tescos think of me…)

Aaaaaaaanway.

2.06am?! When in blazes did that happen?!