More work? Snow thanks.

The hospital service is no joke, at least not a funny one.  This covering birth to death can run you to death.  Seriously, I just admitted three patients in two hours.  I covered 84 years to 45 minutes from 5pm to 7pm.  What happened starting at 5 o’clock?!  What phase is the moon in?  There are times when the service is crazy like this and I think I may fling the pager from the car window as I speed out of town.

I knew today would be one of those days before the pager ever started firing.  The family is in quarantine.  The hubs has a mystery illness, the oldest has the stomach virus, and the younger two have the respiratory junk that I’ve seen over and over in clinic the last week.  Sometimes I wonder if we’re really just living in a very large petri dish.  The germs at home had me running behind for morning rounds.  The snowball was rolling…

Rounds were busy with a couple of stress tests, a baby to deliver, one patient to discharge home with hospice, one in septic shock, one in DKA and a slew of others to see, treat, and evaluate labs.  Smack in the middle was a tour meeting prospects.  Smile, nod, handshake – here’s the food, where babies come from, where emergencies happen – I’m guessing you get the picture.  It’s great.  It’s exciting.  I love my job.  I love meeting new people.  But the snow was still falling…

The afternoon found a clinic load at half mast, which normally would be great, allow a bit of time for catch-up on other duties, but not today.  Nope.  Snowball + US = snowstorm of ‘86.  Epic.   The great thing about US is people forget how late you are when you show them pictures of their unborn babes.  Frustrations disappear when “it” becomes a “he” or a “she”.  Evidently, we were running a special on boys today.

So at the end of the day, I’m thankful.  Thankful Rampey wore snow boots and trudged through with me in the hospital.  Thankful Hanke had a shovel to dig me out at the end of the day.  Thankful there are lots of great candidates to interview.  And thankful germs can’t survive forever.  Here’s the good news.  I know how to make snow cream, (and my pager is still firmly on my hip, not on 123).


One Response to "More work? Snow thanks."

  • Wow! What to say except weekends off feel even better after days like these. And that these are the times when learning is sneaking up on ya. When you start intern year, and look at the senior residents and say ” I will never, EVER be that smart or know that much, you can’t imagine getting from here to there. And then somehow, you do! It is somewhat like those snow days when as a child you woke to that eerie quiet of fallen snow and the day wasn’t daunting because there was no school; you now realize “Hey, I did a lot of amazing things today that I didn’t know how to do a short while ago. And it was busy, but I didn’t kill anybody- even saved a few. After it falls, the snow is beautiful 🙂

    1 E2 said this (November 17, 2012 at 11:26 am) Reply


Leave a Reply

*

Comments RSS Subscribe to the Comments RSS.
Trackback Leave a trackback from your site.
Trackback URL: http://www.doctoradub.com/wp-trackback.php?p=142