I am a rookie forensic pathologist blooging my way through the first year on the cutting room floor. It's graphic in here-- there's blood and worse. Look away or read on: it's up to you.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

New supervisor today

So five of us ganged up on my decedent today. (I'll put him in the random case file so that the whole "today" thing won't identify him.) Seemed a bit unfair.

Several things to note about today:
1) While most people can hear me in my mask provided they scoot closer and listen particularly to the part of the mask where my filter is rather than the part of the mask where my mouth is, the medical student, for some reason, can't hear me no matter what I do. Hearing "huh?" after every single solitary sentance tends to make one a bit taciturn. Plus she wears very weird shoes. I don't mean weird-- I mean weird-- as in they answer the question "can shoes be disturbing?" weird.
2) One tech was training another tech to be a tech today. This probably works out well most of the time. This time, my professor was one of those people who likes to do everything himself, which means that tech #1, tech #2, and, for that matter, me and the medical student, all stood around and watched him do the case. It was one of those times where they hand you something and you start doing it and they take it out of your hands and do it themselves and pretty soon you're just standing there wondering what's for lunch.
3) The case kinda took twelve times forever. It's not like he was being particularly slow or anything, but he was kind of, well, puttering. It was sort of like a quiet Sunday afternoon in his garage with a dead person and a whole lot of tools.