The first day of surgery appeared to go fairly smoothly. With 15 people who had never worked together and who had to make due with what supplies we had, it was quite a successful day.
I spent the afternoon in Shafquat’s office helping him rearrange the packing lists that Jim had sent to us electronically. The computer had a virus and was working very slowly—sometimes it even wiped out everything we had done and failed to save. I was ready to throw it at the wall, but Shafquat was his usual, calm self, and put me to shame for my flare-ups. We laughed about it.
Shafquat’s residents have been wonderful this year. He has four dynamic women who are among his registrars, and they are incredibly efficient and helpful. They have forced the males to be involved. A few minutes ago I passed by the lounge—four men were in there sipping tea. All the women were scrubbed in on cases. But I think that they are all excited about working with Tony and Kiran and they are asking lots of questions. This morning a young anesthesiologist walked in and he was brought immediately to the OR so that he could start learning about blocks.