Last night I dream that I am back at work.
I get called to do an emergency surgery. I am a Family Practice Physician. I assisted in surgery, C-sections, and did minor repairs of lacerations (yeah, we don’t use small words like cut) and biopsy of skin lesions (lumps, right?). In the dream I do the surgery, but it worries me. I am not a surgeon. I talk to Dr. L. afterwards. He is a surgeon and has worked here for longer than me, and I’ve been here for 23 years. We get along well.
“I shouldn’t be in the surgical call schedule.” I say.
“Don’t you have the certificate for appendectomies?” he says. Now, that isn’t really a thing. My brain made it up.
“No.” I say.
“Oh.” he says. “I thought you did. Great job on that surgery. We need you.”
“But I am not a surgeon, I would need more training.” I say.
“Oh, we’ll figure it out.” he says. I am worried that I’ll be called for an appendectomy. Or something way worse.
I wake up with a very stiff neck. It has relaxed now, but clearly some part of me is not totally on board with work. I need to be careful what I am getting in to. I am not sure, what if I get pneumonia number five? We are short on physicians though. I can argue with myself very easily. Ok, ok, says the part of me that really wants to return to work: we won’t do appendectomies.
The head of our Legion says that some of his people wish I were working again. I really got along well with my veterans and liked them almost always. They could be really gruff and growly and I would growl back. Then they’d be cheerful. Another person at an outside dance said he missed visits with me and appreciated the time I took. Last night a third person asks how they will know if I start a Long Covid clinic. They have two friends who may have it.
I don’t know. I am mostly absent from medicine right now, but still doing my continuing medical education. I have about 30 hours on Long Covid now, which means I have a lot of strategies to improve things but I can’t cure it. May the research will get there eventually. I am maintaining all of the certifications: medical license, board certification, DEA, membership in the American Academy of Family Medicine. But I also listen to dreams.
For the RDP: absent.
As a former teacher, a dream like that (the teaching equivalent, being sent to teach something you don’t know anything about and not being told where to teach it) just means apprehension. I understand though. I’m very apprehensive about getting Covid again even though I think it’s likely I just recovered from a mild bout of it. With no tests, I am not sure, but the symptoms were classic. Personally, I believe your study of Long Covid could help a lot of people for many reasons, not the least of which is reassuring them they are not crazy hypochondriacs, but that something really did happen to them.
Thank you!
Perhaps part of you is reminding you of how you mask, gown and glove in surgery, the emphasis on sterile technique, and how often the HVAC systems change and filter the air.
I like that idea. Also hand washing.
I often dream I am back in the classroom – unprepared and out of sync. Ten years it’s been since ME took me out. I guess it is backdrop context for what the dream is offering.
Darn it. Well, I am not having the naked at school or work dreams, yet.
Lol. I haven’t had those either. (fingers crossed)