Here's my little PTL for the day.
I'm off internal medicine (phew) and on orthopaedic surgery, which is a bit more congenial (resident duty is typically light). I was on call tonight, which is nothing like internal medicine call -- I do a few cases with the attending surgeon and the PA-on-call, and then when that's done, usually nothing else happens -- and we had two hip fractures that had to be surgically repaired, one by simply putting in screws and a plate (intertrochanteric) and another that required a hemi-replacement of the hip (the femoral neck was fractured, so the head was excised from the acetabulum, the femur was drilled down, and the femoral neck and head replaced with a metal prosthesis).
I haven't done any ortho since med school, and it was really nice to be in the operating room for a change. The hours just flew.
The PTL was, when I was driving back to the apartment, realising that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. I want to have some variety in my profession, and I'm getting it, and I realised God put me here because He knew I needed it, too. Even though it was an 8:30am to 11pm day, I felt good about it because I knew God was watching over me. And he was watching over me in IM, too, even though I had to get up at 3am every day.
It's nice to know that despite the clouds, God really is there, and things really do turn out all right.