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No man needs a vacation so much as the person who has just had one
-Elbert Hubbard

Today is the 8th and final day of my unplanned and unrequested vacation from emergency medicine, delivered from the People Who Control My Life, also known as Program Assistants. During my vacation I have had several long lost friends over for dinner, listened to some new records, finished grip taping Courtney's longboard, went slack-lining at the beach, played 2 games of Catan, retrieved my motorcycle from Burnaby, finished hanging pictures on the walls, read Breakfast of Champions, and made chicken noodle soup from scratch......amongst other things (like studying).

And so on.

During my emergency shifts at a downtown Vancouver hospital I have incised numerous abscesses, stapled someone's head, diagnosed a traumatic pneumothorax, been told by a heroin user not to stitch his hand up because he does not want any needles used (just use tape!), been very scared by seemingly sick people, attempted to remove objects that vibrate from certain uncomfortable locations, been somewhat bored with apparently well people and had patients die unexpectedly in the waiting room.

I think both my ER rotation and my vacation have been well spent, but in different ways I guess.