| | Ann Arbor is super-duper. I am still working on the new friends part, but it's tricky when the only people you regularly hang out with are colleagues and patients. For what it's worth, I do enjoy spending time with my cohort. And today, one of my patients invited me to her kennel up north for a ride in her dog sled when she gets out of here. (She was a med patient, not psych, which might have given me pause.) I'm more interested in going to see if this tiny old lady will really yell, "MUSH!" or whatever it is they yell in the Iditarod.
Anyway, I survived long call #2. My scattered-brained night senior paged me x6 on the same patient in the space of one hour. (Day senior is cupcakes and sunshine, tells me I'm a good intern when I'm being a dumbass, brings us coffee sometimes, and most importantly, actually teaches us stuff. LOVE.) Whatever, I didn't need that sleep or anything. What really irks is the indignity of doing an unnecessary fecal occult at 3 AM (to heparin gtt or not?). I would have vomited had I eaten anything prior. What made me really want to cry was the attending telling me the next morning that the patient would have gotten a heparin drip regardless of guaiac outcome. FML |
| | Posted 7/6/2009 7:29 PM - 20 Views - 4 eProps - 2 comments
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