June 15th Day 8 on the ship
One of the surgeons, Commander Margaron, came down for rounds tonight, found a guitar somewhere and started jamming to the little girls I was taking care of.
I got a pretty good vid of our hilarious HM2 dancing around, but I don't think I'll be able to upload it with this connection. I love how everyone here really cares about what they're doing here, and make every over the top effort to make a difference. Even the charting is done with such careful attention to detail that it's a little exhausting.
The doctors are super nice and forgiving, and most of the time I don't even know they're doctors until they tell me or I notice the leaf and nut on their uniform- which is significant considering you can usually tell a doctor on the unit immediately by their purport and attitude of superiority, in combination with a disinterest in talking with underlings. There is still very evident that rank is almost an obsession here given the fact that it's the military and the healthcare field in combination- and what a combo- but aside from extreme segregation and disparity in sleeping quarters, work hours expectations, general standard of living, and even the tables people get to eat at, I can see an attitude of humility in the providers I've worked with.
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