My Left hand works...

Forgive the bulk posting but till I learn to use my new phone correctly the posts will come as and when I have time and the time is now.
The other day we were at the hospital of the stars and were doing one of those hysterical hysterectomies. Since the usual docs were unwell, two of us needed to wash up as opposed to only boss as is usually the case.
Mrs. Motivator decided that she was too sleepy that day and makes me wash up.
I was to hold the camera in my left hand and a myoma screw in my right.
Started off easy enough as most of the times all you need to do with the screw is just hold it in one direction or the other.
The camera in that hospital is one for the stars though. It has its own set of tantrums with the light cable pulling it off to one side or the other whenever it feels like it. So the camera becomes left tilted or right tilted depending on where the karmic cosmic forces are biased at that point of time in the universe.
When that happens, one can easily use the other hand to hold the cable and right the wrong or left the right (excuse the pun couldn't help it haven't cracked a bad joke all day today). However, in this case the left hand is tied up right. With the screw it was managable but when time came to suture the defect in the vagina, retraction came into play and it was a whole new ballgame. Retract bowel, retract bladder, right camera, left camera, clean lens, suck fluid, show needle tip, show suture end all in a matter of 3 seconds!
It was managed with sweat pouring down the forehead (mainly for effect, no real sweat like Dr. Broadwalk a couple of years ago: Ref older posts)

At the end of it all, boss casually remarks that finally my brain is beginning to understand that my hands need to work independently of each other. So, there it is folks....my left hand is starting to be independent....and cramping in protest even as I type this......

The Core

Its been 3 months now and I've sort of settled into the new workplace without much of problems.
Mr. Gottogo has had to go!
I'm not going to elaborate on that as we have a strict confidentiality policy and I don't want to be the next fake IPL player types.
I still haven't introduced the core of our team without whom I think we would just be a bunch of surgeons going about our day to day surgery. For lack of a better name I shall call this person 'The Core'. As and when I come up with a better name that is not hanigarak to my well being I shall update.
The Core can be perceived by many people to be many things. A go getter, a driving force, quick decision maker, strong headed and yet adjustable with a perpetual cold as of now.
For me to write so favourably towards the core, I must have a good reason and I have plenty. The core has taught me the importance of public presence and appearance, of marketing and strategy, of planning and execution. Now I was tuned into all this before but I never laid stress on it as much as I am doing now. So much so, that I think its one of the reasons the MBA bug bit me again and I started doing my research on that front.
However, in case I am given the chance to stay here in the long term, I don't think I need to worry about an MBA but should focus on perfecting what I am learning now. This includes not only surgery but presentation, appearance, conversation and overall business leadership.

To the core in particular - I hope this is enough flattery to get my permanence on a fast track and for me to be in your good books at least for the coming months.
In case it isn't, let me know what was lacking so that when I write about boss I miss out on nothing.

Till later

M.S / M.B.A.

It has been an interesting last week.

It started with the workshop we were to hold for bariatric surgery. Monday and Tuesday were the designated days but the action was unfolding about a week before that where we were busy trying to set everything up well.

I was up to my ears in work, which included printing, designing, artwork, writing, proofreading, logistics, etc. etc. Basically anything but medicine; that part was thankfully handled by my colleagues...Mrs. Motivator and Mr. Gottogo. To be honest, if I had to do both I would have probably faltered somewhere. Although I enjoyed doing all the extracurricular work, it did get me thinking. Maybe I should get up from my lazy fat cushy backside and do what I know I can if I try hard enough. Get an M.B.A.

Being in the interactive information superhighway era that we are in now, I decided to put up my ambitions on everyone's favourite social networking site. The response was startling albeit pleasing. Firstly, I never expected so many people to read what I wrote, thereby reinforcing the fact that facebooking can be dangerous. Secondly, I was astonished at how many people thought I could actually do it. Thirdly, I began to realise that even though I may be good at doing things when they're to be done just for the heck of it, doing it in the form of a syllabus could be beyond my reach as I don't react well to guidelines!

As of now the idea remains just that....an Idea! Maybe I should act on it; maybe I should concentrate on one thing at a time...who knows?

On the lighter side, I finally have a name for our nutritionist that she herself provided me by doing things in the way only she can. From this day forward, she has been christened as "Mandakani"

Anyone who needs reasons for the above must get off their lazy fat cushy backsides and either comment here and ask or make that dreaded phonecall that we all say we will make but never do!

Hopefully by the time I write my next post we shall know where the management question has reached. Till then....