I am embarassed to think about how my styrofoam consumption has dramatically and steeply increased since I moved to the heart of the USA.

The hippie west coast liberal tree-hugger in me is violently shedding a tear and gathering troops for a sit-in protest.

In other news, grinning and keeping my mouth shut seems to be doing the trick on OB. Team members are starting to make me feel valuable and useful. It’s exciting!

I helped a very young patient labor for many hours last night and seemed to have passed some rite of passage. I helped the girl push for over 3 hours and got that baby down through her small pelvis so she wouldn’t need a c-section.

The team applauded and high-fived and knuckle-bumped my efforts when news reached them that she had finally delivered.

And now I have been cordially invited to the end-of-the-week post-call Friday lunch get-together.