Let me start off by saying I totally get why they have to exist. They're sort of a necessary evil. But geesh, people, the patient is a real live human (and in this case a child), not a rare disease with an even more rare (and exciting!) complication. I also totally understand why they'd be chomping at the bit to have a chance to be in the OR with this kid, but bedside manner is very, very important. Learn some.
That said, can I tell you how much I absolutely adore my son's actual surgeon? He managed to scatter the residents in a way that reminded me of somebody rolling a bowling ball towards a flock of pigeons. It was kinda funny.
I love your description of your son's surgeon!
I hear you on the resident thing. I fell victim (not really to bad, more annoying than anything) to an over-eager resident once. I was in the hospital, with my second bout of pancreatitis in 12 months. I also had a slight fever. But from my prior experience, this is what happens, and there is NO infection. Eager Beaver resident decided i MUST have a chest or some other x-ray. At one in the morning. Really? So off we go, me in a wheelchair, trying to keep my IV pole with the rogue wheel from careening off into the night. I was not amused. And as it turned out, nope, no infection.
I know they mean well, and are just doing their job, but yes, some need to learn some skills.
We had this with medical student when my little brother got pneumonia. He was about 5 at the time, and wound up in hospital because, as it turned out, he was allergic to the antibiotics he was given initially, so they admitted him to keep a close eye on him while they treated the pneumonia.
The we started to get this whole string of [apparent] doctors showing up to examine him,. None of whom explained why. My parents started to worry that he must be much more ill than anyone had suggested, as he needed so many checks.
Until they asked someone. And found that actually, the reason he was getting so many checks was because he had a perfect, text-book case of double pneumonia, and being an otherwise healthy five year old, *didn't* have any of the complications or other conditions that most other patients presenting with pneumonia had. News had got around among the student and there they all were.
My mum hit the roof. As she said, if they had asked, she would have had no problem at all with them listening to his chest, we get that medical students need to learn. But if they had asked, they could have all come at the same time, and avoided either terrifying his parents or making him grouchy by disturbing him every half hour or so, interrupting when he was supposed to be sleeping, or eating, or when he had visitors.
The same hospital stay involved another issue about how to get medication into little bro. The doctor in charge was deeply reluctant to accept that a 5 year old could & would take tablets, but absolutely would not take sickly sweet syrup. He kept insisting that *all* children had trouble taking tablets and that they all loved the taste of the syrup. About 4 hours later, by which time there was antibiotic syrup practically everywhere except inside my little brother, he agreed that it might be worth just trying, just in case he would take it in tablet form. . .