Thursday, 09 July 2009
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I Am a Doctor Now. (Week 2)
Being on call q3 (every three nights) is brutal, and my supervising resident is a genuine asshole, an insecure brown-nosing beta male who looks like he’s having a TIA every time I showcase my knowledge in front of the attending. I don’t mind him too much, though, as I’ve begun the buddy-buddy process with my chief resident since day one. I work hard, learn fast, am very likable, put in extra hours, and have great confidence in my own knowledge and abilities; and, most importantly, I take responsibility for my own errors. When I'm supposed to get something done, and that something is not done, I don't pass the buck to my subhordinates. That's how I was treated as a student during many of my rotations (especially surgery), that's how I'm being treated now, and that's never how I'll treat my students.
I also dress 50x better than he ever could, and the hot nurse can’t seem to recall the last time she ever gave his ugly ass a kiss. <-dope rhyme
So he can, with all grace, take that weak shit back to the fugus-laden rock from which he slithered. His flabby ass can’t step to this. <-dope rhyme
On a lighter note, I still get lost in the hospital every day. The facility is a massive, multi-building labyrinth connected to the medical school and the outpatient clinic, and I am loathe to venture anywhere outside of the path form the bathroom to the CCU to the cafeteria. I am surprised there isn’t a Minotaur running around the place. Hell, I can barely manage to locate the ER. This is why it sometimes takes up to fifteen minutes for me to answer my pages: it’s because I’m fucking walking around in giant circles trying to find a phone. I feel like a moron.
Speaking of pages, I wish the nurses would stop blowing up my digits like it’s nobody’s business. I’m getting paged for some of the most inane shit one can imagine, like, “doctor, the patient’s order for docusate wasn’t signed!”
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Still, I love all my nurses, even the feisty ones…. especially the feisty ones. They have years of experience and are a godsend whenever I forget a medicine’s dosage, or need a stat blood draw, or even when I need a shield from frustrated and unreasonable family members out for blood. They are the polar opposite of the nurses I’d encountered during my rotations at medical school, who not only slacked off brazenly on the job, but would actually fight tooth and nail with the attending.
I *heart* nice nurses.
Likewise, nice nurses *heart* that, which is I.
I’m on call again tomorrow.
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