Dr Shawn Baker 🥩@SBakerMD
It was the worst month of my life!!
September 2001, I was a surgical intern at the University of Texas Medical Branch in Galveston, Texas and I was doing a rotation at the Shriner Pediatric Burn Hospital.
Now remember this was back in the day before they passed laws limiting how many hours you were allowed to work and historically surgical residency has often been fairly abusive.
Long hours, little sleep and consistently being berated was a pretty typical experience for many residents, more so with the surgical ones. My size, being 6’5” and 280 lbs, coupled with the fact that I pretended to be slightly unstable kept my beratement to a minimum. Size has its advantages!
Anyway, the burn hospital had the reputation among the residents as a pretty hellish experience and I was right in the middle of it. When you saw another colleague around the hospital and they asked you what rotation were you doing and you said Shriner’s, it was alway met with an “ouch, hang in there” or something similar.
As an intern, even though you just finished medical school, you are basically at the level of an idiot, when it comes to managing patients. And the Shriner Burn hospital was filled with critically burned little kids in the intensive care unit where you were assigned.
Now as I was just at the beginning of my journey I had not yet become used to the constant fatigue that I would learn to embrace over the next 5 years of my orthopedic residency. After 4 years of college, 4 more years of medical school I was about 60% of the way through my education, but the light at the end of the tunnel was still a long way off.
Residents in general, were largely just cheap labor for the hospitals as our salaries were way less than minimum wage given the number of hours we were expected to work and quitting was never a good option. Orthopedic surgical spots were extremely competitive and highly coveted among medical students and if you were not in the top 10% of your medical school class good luck getting in.
Fortunately, I was a very good medical student, good grades, good at standardized testing and a hard worker. I got my spot and wasn’t going to let being tired or anything else deter me from finishing.
As I mentioned sleep was a luxury during residency, some months better than others. Over the years I can remember being so exhausted that I would be falling asleep while standing up assisting in surgery. It was a common trick to clamp non penetrating towel clips to our arms, chests or even nipples in order that the pain would keep us awake during surgery. I remember many times I avoided sitting down in the clinic because the second I sat down I would immediately fall asleep.
The burn hospital was the worse place for not being able to sleep. We were on what is known as Q2 call, which means every other night you would be staying at the hospital on call to take care of the sick kids and often would be up all night. This coupled with the typical daily schedule which started at around 4 am and often lasted to 10 pm meant that you basically worked 40 hrs straight, went home for 7-8 hours and then did another 40 hours over and over again for the whole month. 120-130 hours per week was the average for the month rotation and that aspect really beat you up.
Now, the guy who ran the hospital, was a world renowned burn surgeon named David Herndon, who I think might still be the chief of staff there. Anyway the rumor was that he was a little bit crazy and the staff and burn fellows were terrified of him. He was loud, yelled a lot and had no problem letting someone know that they were an idiot in front of the entire staff.
Morning rounds with him was a stressful event. Each intern, residents, and fellow would be responsible for 2-3 of the ICU kids and we’d walk around the ICU going from bed to bed presenting our patients when it was our turn. It was always a dog and pony show with about 20 people following Dr