A Host of Sparrows

The correct name for a group or gathering of sparrows is a host....and they are presently residing in my brain. Noisy little buggers, keeping me up, distracting me, ruining my concentration and there are A LOT of them.
Each and every one represents a thought, a problem, an issue, a concern, an errand that needs doing, a hope or a wish that is currently on my mind or needs addressing.
The business of work and the flight of the sparrows has stopped me from writing, perhaps though writing is what I need to do? After all that was the intention of this blog in the first place, to write about my life as an intern and have a place to vent without driving my awesome boyfriend nuts.
Speaking of my awesome boyfriend... he's been putting up with quite a bit lately. I come home nearly every day and want to run all the cases I had past him to get his opinion. Did I do the right thing? What would he have done / said if he was me or my consultant? Sometimes I forget that he has worked a whole shift in the ED at Logan with a whole bunch of brand new doctors doing the same thing to him all day and that maybe, just maybe when he comes home he doesn't want to be at work!
He loves to teach though and he is so patient with me. If it wasn't for the fact that he is the least romantic man on the planet (yes he has a fault) then I would call him a saint.
I was so excited about something I did at work yesterday though, I couldn't wait until I got home to tell him. Of course as we have been working opposite shifts he would have been asleep and I would not have been able to share anyway, so I had to text him as soon as it happended.
A little over a year ago, when I was still a medical student, I was busy flirting, perving and not actually listening to my then teacher and not yet boyfriend, who was demonstrating to a group of students how to reduce an anterior shoulder dislocation. There are various techniques for this procedure, some of which I had seen before but the one he was showing us seemed odd and I had never seen or heard of it, but I logged it my memory bank as a back up. Thank goodness!
Yesterday, I had a lovely middle aged woman come in after tripping over her dog with a shoulder dislocation. Various people tried a number of other techniques to reduce it without success and I decided to try the Rizzo technique...It worked! What a wonderful feeling that satisfying clunk of a humeral head slipping back into the place it belongs is!
It was the first shoulder reduction I had done on  my own. I had asked my registrar a couple of times for his assistance but he was busy with an angle grinder injury and kept ignoring me. I found out later this is his way of teaching...ignore me long enough and I'll become frustrated and pissed of with waiting for him and end up having a go myself.
So thank you to both of the docs  in this story, one for equipping me with the knowledge and the other for encouraging me to use it.
Ok...sparrow home to roost for the night, so many others still flying around.