At the hospital I was working (or living) this month, the gift shop I walked by several times a day had a plaque that said "Hard work must have killed someone". After last month, I am inclined to believe it. I am very glad I had the experience, but I am also very glad it is over. I gotta tell you though, it is amazing the different ways people get hurt. I mean, what is a 55 year old man doing playing on a stripper pole anyway? (By the way, he broke his back) You can see some very cool things in the middle of the night at a trauma center.

Here are some things I learned:
I can see now why people argue against guns, especially handguns. Maybe tighter control in getting a gun isn't such a bad thing.
Alcohol and driving STILL should never mix.
Motorcycles = badness, especially if you are dumb enough to ride them without a helmet, especially if you are drunk.
Driving fast doesn't seem as fun as it used to.
Anything can be used as a weapon.
Being able to walk and move all your extremities are a bad thing to lose.
Old people should not fall. If I live to be 80 I am just going to stop walking.
You don't ever want to have a breathing tube in your neck, trust me.
You also don't ever want to be fed through a tube in your abdomen.
Bicycles are not safe if you are old or drunk, even if you think you are being responsible.
You don't ever want to be run over by an 11,000 pound tractor, seriously.
Seatbelts are still a good idea.
If any of you think you are ever getting a motorcycle, you have another thing coming. I will not allow it.

The brain is a terrible thing to waste, especially to any of the above.

Any of the above are extremely tragic, but they are also really cool and a necessary evil for medical education.

I remember why I stopped wanting to be a surgeon. 80 hour work weeks suck. If you were wondering why you didn't hear from me, (especially my wife and kids), now you know.