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The Journal of Bone and Joint Surgery (American) 82:1049 (2000)
© 2000 The Journal of Bone and Joint Surgery, Inc.

The Orthopaedic Forum

July First

Ode to a First-Year Orthopaedic Resident (With Apologies to Clement C. Moore and Santa Claus)

William L. Healy, M.D

*Department of Orthopaedic Surgery, Lahey Clinic, 41 Mall Road, Burlington, Massachusetts 01805.
Written by the author in June 1981 for the annual resident party at Johns Hopkins Hospital. He was completing his first year of resident training in orthopaedic surgery.

'Twas the first of July, and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Rounds were completed, my orders were done. Day one as a bone doc was really quite fun.

The preops and postops were snug in their beds, While doses of Dalmane clouded their heads. And I in my whites, shoes covered with plaster, Had just settled down to wait for disaster.

When out from my beeper there rose such a clatter, I sprang from . . . [Full Text of this Article]


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