My name is relatively common for my age, meaning that lots of parents loved the same name around the same time, therefore they all named their kid the same name (like how in 20 years there will be colleges chock-full of Emmas, Isabellas, Ethans, and Jacksons). At one point in high school I was friends with two other girls named Jane, and I'm sure there were more of us in other cliques. Now combine that with the fact that I have no idea who half the residents, interns, fellows, attendings, nurses, or even volunteers are at my hospital, and you've got an embarrassment waiting to happen.
Apparently I have the same first name as the chief surgical resident. Who knew? Not me, that's for sure, otherwise I would have kept my fool mouth shut and my dignity intact, instead of answering for her during a critical point in a serious surgical case. In my defense, I figured everyone called doctors, 'Doctor' instead of "Jane". So when the scrub nurse yelled out to "Jane" asking if an emergency protocol was to be enacted, I idiotically loudly responded, "I have no idea!" After the room silenced and all eyes fixated on me, I realized that the woman standing way over there next to the patient was the intended receipient. Yeah, that made WAY more sense.
Man, I'm an idiot sometimes.
But, I learned my lesson, and later on when someone yelled out, "Jane, you need to check in before entering the OR!" I stayed silent and kept on walking. After all, Jane was the chief resident, not lowly ole me. That was until the nurse literally grabbed my arm and forcefully pulled me back out, chastizing me for ignoring her.
Can people please call doctors by their last names at least?!
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