Posts Tagged ‘Boston’


Sorry, Munoz.

17 May 2008

Something about birthdays makes you wax philosophical about life. Something about an upcoming move makes you see your old haunts in a new light.

Something about driving in Boston makes you homicidal.

I turned 28 this week, and 48 hours later got into my very first car accident. I’ve been driving since I was sixteen, and although I’ve never owned a car, I’ve done seven years of driving in CrazyTown (courtesy of Zipcar) without mishap. But on Thursday, I had to drive to Worcester to attend the Mass Fall Prevention Coaliton’s statewide symposium. I took the Pike out there, but on the return trip in the afternoon, I thought to myself, “I’m not in any hurry! I should take some back roads and see some more of this fine state I’m abandoning shortly!”

Well, I didn’t end up being too impressed, and really, all I can recall now is thinking that I was going to end up rear-ending someone because of the traffic and the typical Masshole driving I encountered on these actually-not-so-back roads. It proved all too ironic that I was so worried about it, because five minutes from home, a local MD driving a Porsche Cayenne dialed his cell phone while in the midst of a very busy intersection and gave little red Matrix Munoz a nice hard smack on the ass.

Not much damage to the car, and I only have mild whiplash-type achyness today, but what a pain. Since I didn’t own the car and had never been in an accident before, I really had no idea what the procedure was. Apparently the procedure is a lot of effing paperwork. And a little mild hysteria once the other driver left and the Zipcar person asked me five times, “Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t sound so okay.”  Yeahh… I guess you’re never too old to have a wee freak-out.

I’ve been thinking for a while about what things I’m not going to miss about this town, and to be honest, most of them involve the Green Line, but right up there is going to be the way Boston drives. Because it wasn’t the extra second the MD took to dial his phone that truly caused the accident — it was the asshole two cars ahead who led all of us into this crazy intersection and then attempted to make a ridiculous (and very illegal) 160-degree left turn.


Saving Monica

20 February 2008

Stories like this one make me proud to work at this hospital and in this ED. I’m already aware of how much I will miss this place and the environment that is acute care. One of the crazy things about working in a high-profile trauma center is that very often I’ve seen these patients that are in the news — the drunk drivers, the tragic MVAs, the sexual assaults, the stabbings, the pedestrians struck. It’s always interesting, being on this side of what gets reported in the Globe.

I’ve wondered off and on (along with the debate of MD vs. NP, a story for another blog) about whether or not I should’ve chosen Acute Care and if I’ll be bored going into geriatrics/primary/long-term care after two years of fascinating cases in the ED. But the more I think about it, I realize that I’m  just plain excited by everything that has to do with taking care of people. And I think I’ll always be eager to be a part of it.

ps. For another amazing nec fasc story, check out this book by another Boston doc.