Are you referring to my Trauma Surgery post?
A long time ago, I had posted about it and had said that the time when the Super Bowl was played was eerily quiet. We actually had time to sit in front of the TV and watch the Super Bowl.
Every gang banger in Miami had taken three and a half hours off from stabbing and shooting to watch the Super Bowl game.
Fifteen minutes after the Super Bowl was over, the resident's beeper went off.
It was like "Radar" on M*A*S*H ..... "Incoming."
Things were then back to "normal" and stayed "normal" for the rest of the month ..... Stabbings, shootings, shootings, stabbings.
Another memorable Chief Resident quote from that rotation:
"The next gang member that comes in shot in the gut is going to get a colostomy whether he needs one or not! That'll slow 'em down!"
I spent eight years on active duty during the Reagan Administration and served aboard a warship and served with Marines but that month in Miami on Trauma Surgery was the closest I ever got to an actual war.
Looking back on it, I had no "life". Life was reduced to the bottom level "Maslow Hierarchy of Needs" for food, sleep and bodily functions crammed in between the stabbings and shootings and shootings and stabbings. (Forget the sex at that Hierarchy level or the fact that somebody called a "girlfriend" even existed.)
Yet, we were on a month-long adrenaline rush and I guess I was more "alive" during that month than I ever was before or have been since.
The human psyche is a strange thing.