My first day job: My dark night as a real doctor
"Doctor, we need you on Surgical Four," a nurse's voice said over the phone. "We've had an expiration." "A what?" I asked. "An expiration," she carefully repeated, "on Surgical Four. We need you to pronounce." "Oh, right." Could I tell her I wasn't catching on? It was midsummer of 1970 and my first night on call. I was the newest intern in a 400-bed community hospital in New Jersey. Everyone here apparently knew what an expiration was. I didn't.
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