The Worst Scrubs Episode Ever and Dad Goes Home

Dad and I were in the room this morning when the med-students came through to do rounds. Surprisingly they invited us to stay. It was very informative and a bit of a learning process for us as the chief resident asked them questions, quizzed them on what different test results meant, drilled them on the next courses of action, and so on. I have to say, I understood more than I wanted to, but it all seemed positive. Apparently her lungs took a bit of a down-turn yesterday, but they’re doing much better today. They also joked, but were half-serious, that leaches might help with her skin graft. They are going to forgo that treatment for now, though. The students looked as tired as I feel. They were also nervous to be presenting in front of Dad and me, but they did a great job. It was very clear that the chief resident was in charge, and we felt very confident in her care.

Dad has gone home for a few days to keep his life there running smoothly. He heroically was on a plane within a few hours of getting the news, but needs a few days now to put things back on track there. He’ll be back before Amacker wakes up. I stopped by my office for a few hours just to sit in a familiar chair, hear familiar voices, and feel like life is in control for a bit. It’s one of those beautiful days in Northern California.