Driving home from the hospital, I got stuck in traffic around a recent accident. Sitting and waiting, I calculated that from the amount of debris on the road and the number of flashing lights involved, it must have been a fairly serious accident, which would mean a good likelihood that at least one person involved would show up as a trauma alert somewhere. And only five minutes from my hospital. . .
Two minutes later the trauma pager started going off, describing that accident.
Not sure what the moral of that is; maybe not to carry a trauma pager when I’m not on trauma call. But it was fun to know more than anyone else in the traffic jam about what was going on.
Cut On The Dotted Line 
October 4, 2008 at 1:51 pm
What I loved most, was driving past an accident like that on my way in to the hospital to start the day – it always meant things were going to be rough and busy all day long.
October 4, 2008 at 7:35 pm
Yeah, I didn’t enjoy this kind of thing as much when I was on trauma, because it always added up to more work.