Pager, Pager, Pager

(*insert Badger Badger Badger music as needed*)

Liz asked me a little while back if anything made me feel more doctor-y than wearing my stethescope. At the time, I thought it was the ultimate in doctor-y-ness. However, I have found something that surpasses even the most iconic tool a doctor uses...my pager. Today I was assigned a pager. We used pagers once before (for our autopsy call), but that was a loner and we had to pass it off to the next person after we got it and they looked like they'd been in use since that newfangled invention of Bell's. The pager I got today was brand new and came with an instruction booklet. Not only is it new, but it's mine for the next couple of years. I have my very own number, and if my pager ever breaks, I still get to keep my pager number. It has lots of new features I haven't been able to play around with, but one of them is a "private time" features that allows your pager to receive messages but it won't alert you when they come in. Am I rambling? Probably...though the title of this blog should probably have alerted you to this possibility. Essentially the point I'm trying to make is...I'm excited. I have my very own pager. While somewhere in my brain I realize this is to make me reachable by the hospital at any time and essentially serves to make me a slave to it, I'm still in awe of the novelty and relative coolness of having been deemed important enough to make it possible that sometime, somewhere, someone might actually have to try and find me immediately. Chances are, it'll just be so that I can "hold the bucket" while the actual doctors do the important things, but at this point, that's better than nothing.