Two of the heme techs didn't donate, so I blamed them tonight, when I had to go back to work and finish up about 15 that I couldn't get to at work today. One of them said,
"Doc, I was hurting for you. You're going to have to work harder, on your drive. They keep on coming."
"Don't tell me Lil. I don't want to know. I'll sleep better, tonight."
I did get to make a rare diagnosis today, one that I have only read about in residency. That was incredibly cool. I can't wait to get the genetics back tomorrow.
Here's to PML/RARA. Go FISH. Funny how molecular genetics can take you back to your pom squad days.