I have been working 80 hour weeks for the past five weeks. I have three left to go. I do not enjoy it much. I leave to work with it dark outside and return to work with it dark outside. In these harsh and trying times I like to think of a block back at BAMC when my co-intern stepped in to visit a patient of his.
The woman, elderly, foreign born, and a bit demented, had just had a nasogastric tube inserted through her nose to relieve the pressure building up in her gastrointestinal track. Being so demented she did not terribly appreciate this.
Upon entering the room to see how the procedure had faired she, from her curled up position in bed, waved her grizzled hand and said in her thick East European accent, "Traitor."
"You'll pay for this."
The joys of patient care.
Today a family in clinic gave me a pack of gum. It was pretty good.
Ahh... for the good ol' days....
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Aw! I feel you, I think Im going to clock 90hrs this week... I had kind of a funny story too...
We're taking care of a achondroplastic newborn in the NICU, and mom is a little person too (thats politically correct!) Today she gave me a long lecture about how on rounds I only talk about her baby's problems (there are a lot!) and ignore the positive things.
Because little people are ridiculously cute, I have to listen to her. My co-residents warned me not to turn rounds into a therapy session... but the things we do!
I hope that gum was good! :-)
Post a Comment