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I would upvote this a thousand times if I could.
on the upside, we now have invaluable information regarding his whereabouts for when we rob him blind.
4:15am: wake up and stumble to the bathroom
4:30am: wake up again after realizing I’ve fallen asleep on the closed toilet lid, stumble back to bed
5:00am: wake up to alarm, hit snooze 3 more times
5:20-6:30am: pull the door knob out of the door every 10 minutes, spend 3 minutes each time trying to get the knob back on without pushing out the knob on the other side, locking myself out of my room
6:55am: How late can I be for morning rounds today? Is it ok to show up 15 minutes late with fresh coffee? Pray I have no patients in house, so I won’t have to work a 72 hour shift. Oh F – I forgot to bring an emergency change of socks AGAIN.
7am-7pm: Have you seen my username?
10am: most important decision of my day – do I buy 2 diet cokes with my daily double chocolate chip muffin, or will 1 keep me going?
7pm-11pm: stalk my arch-nemesis in the medical library, find new ways to exact my revenge.
updates: haven’t found the bathroom yet. DID steal some patient socks, but the rubberized footies make them impossible to wear inside sneakers. changed my OR booties instead. also, we got a new round of residents at the hospital and the one on call for tonight has next to no idea what he’s doing. i also don’t remember the on-call fellow’s name making it difficult to page him, and since I’ve known him for 6 months it would be innappropriate to ask.
in final news, every single new member of my patients care team that I encounter keeps reminding me that the patient is “VIP.” Yes, I am aware. I have been told 200 times. The situation has been noted.
You should interpret every upvote as approval for the idea!
Today I got to work at 9am (2 hours later than usual), and just as I was walking out the door at 5 I got a page telling me I had a potential patient in the TRU. Fast forward an hour later and they became my patient…so now I get to be at the hospital for the next…(drum roll please)…72 hours! Yaaaaaaaaaaaay for 72 hours shifts!
I think my favorite part of being on call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week (literally) and being glued to the patients bedside for their first 72 hours post-surgery is when my HR supervisor lectures me about how there’s no point in reporting all the hours worked in my timesheet, because I’m salaried and only get paid for 40 hours regardless. (Seriously tho, of course I’m reporting that shit! What else will I have to hold over their heads when I demand a raise!)
Also, my socks were stolen out of my OR shoes so I was forced to use OR booties as socks, which are somewhat waterproof…so now my feet are sloshing in sweat with each step. I expect trench-foot to set in at any moment.
On the upside, one of my surgeon’s has a lazy-boy couch in their office. On the double upside, I now have plenty of time to peruse videogum! On the TRIPLE upside, I might actually have a chance in the next 72 hours to find a good poopin’ bathroom in the hospital!!!! You know the type…tucked away, little hallway foot traffic, usually clean, quality phone reception….
As long as she cooked it to an internal temperature of 165 degrees Fahrenheit, I’m sure the duck lady was fine.
It’s never to early to start building a reputation!
I am on my tenth straight day of working 14-hour days, and I swear if the med. resident I paged doesn’t call me back soon I might commit a murder. Which I guess wouldn’t be that bad for him, since a hospital is probably the best place to be if someone is trying to murder you.
The only thing keeping me sane this past week has been reading everyone’s videogum comments!
I have been a lurker since about 6 months after videogum started as well as a daily reader, and while I’ve always thought about maybe signing up for an account I never actually decided to take the plunge until I saw this comment, old man fatima, because I just had to upvote it.
When I was about 9ish my family went to the cheesecake factory for dinner, and about 3/4 into my Thai lettuce wraps I found a moth perfectly preserved and stuck onto one of the leaves. It was completely whole and not even squished, just as if it had been mounted for display. My parents saw it and went “if we tell the server the restaurant is going to make a whole big deal out of it and send the manager over and be really annoying, so either eat the rest of it or drink your water until we’re done.” I swear that directive changed my life, because I’d probably have to find a human body part in my food before I would consider not eating it (and maybe not even then, if it’s a cooked meat dish).
Also, two weeks ago as I was making rice and noticed that there was a lot more off-colored rice in the jar than I remembered, and actively made the decision not to care or take a closer look. A week later as I was exploring the pantry and realized that the rice canister was full of petrified maggots (although how they got into a sealed glass canister I will never know). I threw out the dry rice…but kept eating the leftover rice in the fridge until it was gone…and only told my boyfriend after we’d finished the rest of it.
(Weirdest first comment ever? No?)