Post #2449397
2023-05-13 08:35 UTC
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@zanchey@aus.social 2023-05-13 08:35
I was a surgical intern, and as so often happens had managed to get to 7 pm without lunch, dinner or a wee. I was feeling a bit sorry for myself knowing I was about to go to theatre without a chance to do any of those things and someone in agency scrubs who I hadn't met before overheard me. "What are you sighing about?" "Oh, I've been here since 7, I've got all these jobs, I have to go to theatre and I haven't had lunch or dinner yet." (Classic PGY1 malaise) "Where's your hospital meal?" "My what?" "The meal that you get for being here in the evening?" "I don't think that's a thing." "That's ridiculous. You've been here 12 hours, they need to feed you. I'm ringing the kitchen." "I—" and she was gone. Ten minutes later she walked in with a steaming hospital trolley tray and I scarfed down some roast lamb before scrubbing. She was gone by the time I got back and I never saw her again.