Rock Concert

I'm not only a doctor; I'm also the proud mother of a ttop guitar player. On friday , my son Gabriel performed as the opening act for a US guitar Player, Vinnie Moore (Vinnie who?). We were there just to see him and the place was full. Of course they were there for the gringo, but some of us were there just to see Gabriel and it turned out perfect.

The Doctor's Lounge at the O.R.

Ceci, the kitchen's assistant, a great person, but she is in part responsable for all the extra pounds the doctors are gaining. To be fair, if one asks her to "take care of your weight" she will only give you light staff.
Happy urologist Dr Cabello. Everybody is happy at the Doctor's Lounge because there is free food and interesting conversations like, for example what new model of BMW they are going to by or how well they are doing in the stock market
A happy surgeon Dr J.E.Contreras, after reading the paper and eating ( I don't know what, because the plate is empty )
A winning smile by rock star and breast surgeon Fernando
My son and assistant taking advantage of the free food
That's me waiting for a frozen section with my Ipod of course and the earphones temporarily off my ears.
Boss Matsumoto (that's his actual last name); he has already read the paper and looks happy because his football team won ( "La U" ). He is the former Head of Anesthesia
An orthopedic surgeon relaxing in between arthroscopies. He is in the process of eating an ice cream including the stick. Since 3 months ago, ice cream is readily available and free!!!; that means that doctor's weight will probably increase steadily during the next months. I think I will bring a measuring tape and I will start recording girths. ( in case you're wondering, I have never had an ice cream in the Doctor's Lounge )

Mother's Day

What a depressing day. I think they make up these special days just to make me feel bad. It's like you're supossed to be really happy and loved but its all the same I'm alone as every other day and unhappy as usual. Maybe I'm bipolar and I'm going through a depression phase.
Fuck mother's day
carmelapunk

Back to baseline

The team : Mommy, the pathologist and Christian her son and assistant. We are the fastest team in the world at doing prostate margins on frozen section ( 20 min. for 5 margins). Not bad at all!
After all the fights and heartache, I got what I wanted. The bench space is available for us to work doing Pathology and no people are coming in and out to pester me. It's a miracle! No.. actually it was me getting there balls all swollen.

The Stupid solutions

The pathologis-pirate. The head cap is not a coincidence

A dim orange ligth which the daltonic stupid personnel don't see

That was the solution deviced by the allmighty; I have a better one: kik them out or use a sharp knife ( just to threaten) I don't intend to become a murderer but with enough provocation I might.

Photo Sequence

He is the allmighty CHIEF who can do wherever he wants with the space asigned to other coleages.
The "extremely delicate and fragile" anesthesiologist's machine has been removed so the witch will not have the opportunity to brake it. Where is it now?
View of the anesthesiologists office. I can see there's plenty of room to place a piece of equipment., so the use of our tiny space was just bullying by Satan,

Tired of all the bullshit

Yeah! I'm tired of been a pathologists, because even the people who sweeps the floor show no respect for me. They think I'm not a real doctor! Maybe it's time to do something else like becoming a professional witch and in that case I will cast deadly spells on some people, they know who they are. Oh! how I wish I could do it! Magic come to me!
Broken and tired Carmela

The continuing story of the biopsy room

Well my friends, there is an eery feeling in that room: I feel like the evil chief of the O.R. will came in any minute and try to make me dissapear. At least I got the Head Nurse to put a sign on the window so people don't trip allover me while I'm working triyng to decide if a patient has cancer or just a harmless condition!

The good old times

The biopsy room in the good old times
1-The chair; it used to be stolen constantly, so there is a sign in the back: DO NOT MOVE
2-the bench: here the pathologist cuts the tissue after it is frozen.
3-this is the area for the microscope and a bottle of formaline can be seen next to the virtual microscope.
4-this space was used for this machine: some kind of bath to warm up solutions. It was bothersome but what was about to happen was much worse.

Piece of equipment deployed by the head of the anesthesia department. I think that all those warning signs "Do NOT MOVE/ DO NOT TOUCH" are directed at me. They think I'm crazy enough to damage that thing. I'm I ?
The sacred microscope. To the right they installed a barrier... It looks like the Berlin Wall is back
Another view. Now there is little space, and this great biopsy room now is reduced to 2/3 of what it was. So this is the current state of affairs, it is a war and I intend to win.
By now
carmelapunk

The shrinking Biopsy Room

Once upon a time, Clinica Santa Maria, used to have the best Biopsy Room in town. Lots of space! even 2 pathologists could be working at the same time without getting one on top of the other. But then...an evil anesthesiologist decided to steal part of our space and without even asking, he installed one of his toys in our beautiful 5 * Biopsy Room.
Before I forget, there are some other villains in this tale : the nurses. It so happens, that all the cabinets ( except for one ) are used for storing supplies.
Get the picture! I am concentrated trying to make a difficult diagnosis at my microscope and O.R. personnel come in and out getting alcohol acetone or whatever... sometimes they ask ME to get the staff for them!
So , as usual, we get no respect and I feel like running out of that place forever...
Can I do anything to change the situation? Yes indeed! and I will
I'll keep you posted

carmelapunk

Morning Prayer

I want to be tall
I want to be charming
I want to be successful
I want to be loved by all women
I want to be worshipped by my peers
I want to have a beautiful smile
I want to have a great family
I want to be the best surgeon
I want to be God ( a.k.a. Dr God )
...I want to be Dr Waugh!!!!

Morning prayer repeated by all ( or most ) young surgeons working at CSM


By Carmelapunk

Enfrentamiento con colega fleto

Algo totalmente insólito me sucedió la semana pasada; soy médico anatomo-patóloga y estaba en el Pabelón de Cirugía para hacer una biopsia intraoperatoria de un tumor de mama. Para os no-entendidos, esto es mu serio, de lo que yo diga depende lo que se hace con la paciente; es decir, si yo digo cancer la pechuga puede salir volando.
Mi ayudante tenia todo preparado en la sala de biopsias para realizar el procedimiento y el cirujano estaba listo...
Mientras tanto, yo conversaba con diversos colegas en "La sala de estar médico", cuando veo aparecer a un conocido colega muy tostado (parecía de solarium), él me conoce hace años, ya que trabajamos juntos en el mismo Hospital público de la Zona Occidente de Santiago y hasta compartimos oficina!!! entró y no me saludó, entonces yo con un dejo de ironía dije "¡buenas tardes DR XX"... sin respuesta.
Escena #2
En "la sala de biopsias" hay espacio para el patólogo y su ayudante y apretandose un poco, cabe otro patólogo con su ayudante. Cuando entro a la mentada sala con el "pedazo de mama" para hacer la biopsia, me encuentro con el sujeto antes mencionado, dos ayudantes y en el medio de la sala un crióstato portátil que ocupaba todo el espacio destinado al tránsito de los humanos. Pero lo peor, es que habían "barrido" todos los materiales que yo necesito para trabajar, y por el medio de mi espacio de trabajo pasaba el cable del crióstato. ( mientras tanto el cirujano está esperando mi respuesta con la paciente anestesiada)
Cuando lo increpé, por su conducta tan poco profesional, se volvió en una loca desatada y dijo que el no había movido nada. Podría haber sido uno de sus ayudantes pero el responsable siempre es el médico!
Como yo necesitaba espacio URGENTE, procedí a decirle que sacara el crióstato del medio... " no se puede", acto seguido se lo desenchufé y lo corrí hacia el pasillo ¡¡¡horror!!!eso no se hace!!!
Bueno, yo lo hice, el fleto me reportó al jefe de pabellón y enfermera jefe de pabellon," por conducta inadecuada"
Preguntas:
El me conoce y debia consultar conmigo antes de mover mis cosas, es lo que siempre se hace entre colegas y siempre nos acomodamos.
¿ por qué actuó así?
yo no entiendo, porque nunca le he hecho nada y hasta lo he defendido cuando otros colegas se rien de él por amanerado.
podría estar picado porque yo soy staff de la clínica a la que el llegó como medico externo a realizar un procedimiento. ¿envidia?... puede ser
En todo caso, en ninguna parte se pasa a llevar al dueño (a) de casa
Creanme que no duermo pensando en las sanciones que podrían caer sobre mi ja,ja ja, ja,
Get out of the closet I !!! vas a requerir menos psicoanálisis y tu vida será mas placentera.
Ojo, no tengo nada contra los gays, pero si cuado son bitchy como éste
En todo caso, el episodio ha servido para que todos los que nos conocen se rian a gritos. Y desde ya el (ella) es "persona non grata" en la Clinica que queda al frente del Mapocho