Even though my days were full before starting rotations, I usually had time to communicate with The Lawyer during the day. I'd respond to his texts, tweets, and phone calls, even when I was studying. Now, things are very different. Obviously, I don't answer my phone or text while I'm on the wards (which is always) and my cell phone service is terrible for some reason, limiting the number of times I can check email throughout the day. (Yes, I know I can check on the hospital computers, but I don't like knowing that I'm being monitored!)
Anyway, not talking to me as much, combined with the constant explanations of what rounding is, who comprises the team, what different titles ("acting intern," "intern," "PGY-2") mean tends to ensure that my end of day conversations with The Lawyer go something like this:
Me: I almost died on rounds today. I can go for long periods without eating, but it never occurred to me that I'd be going 4 hours without drinking. My mouth was so dry! Tomorrow, I'm going to put a little bottle of Propel in my white coat pocket for rounds.
Him: What?! That's terrible!
Me: What's so terrible?
Him: That you have to empty out a Purell bottle and fill it with water to survive!
Me: PROPEL, not Purell!
Him: Oh. I imagined you trying to sneak a little squirt of water from a bottle of Purell that you were hiding in your white coat.