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Dec. 31st, 2009 08:38 pmHappy New Year's Eve, my friends! How glad I am that all of you are part of my life! I hope this continues through next year and the next and the next... *hugs*
I'm on home call tonight, which means I have to carry a pager all of the time. My last call on Tuesday went really well. I got sleep and a minimal number of calls. My friends are having a small New Years Party and my church is having a swing dance (!!!) tonight, and I so hoped that it would be quiet enough that I could go for a couple of hours, with pager and cell phone close on hand. Alas, shortly after I got home, the pager went off. Some outside physician was asking me how to control status epilepticus (uhhh...) and that they were transferring the patient to my hospital here. So I'm waiting for the call that the patient has arrived. Hopefully once the child has been tucked in, I can grab my saddle shoes and skirt and get in a few dances.
I'm at the children's hospital this month. It's been a month that I've been dreading. Home call every other night (which means that even if I get a lot of calls and little sleep, I still have to show up for the entire day the next day. By the end of the month, pretty much everybody is hallucinating from the s. Lots of consults. Lots of patients to see every day. Lots of floppy, fragile babies to examine and figure out what weird two or three name syndrome they have. It's all diseases that I've never heard of: the kids either outgrow them or they die of complications.
So far (it's only been 4 days), I've enjoyed my month. It helps that I really like my attending. She's funny and we get along really well. Of course, the attending switch on Monday, so I'll have somebody else to deal with, but I haven't had to deal with the rounding until 9 pm horror stories that I heard about. I've learned more than what my feeble brain can absorb. And the kids are precious. I get to hold brand new babies all the time.
Argh, the kid is still not here. It's been two hours!! Maybe there won't be dancing after all. :(
I'm on home call tonight, which means I have to carry a pager all of the time. My last call on Tuesday went really well. I got sleep and a minimal number of calls. My friends are having a small New Years Party and my church is having a swing dance (!!!) tonight, and I so hoped that it would be quiet enough that I could go for a couple of hours, with pager and cell phone close on hand. Alas, shortly after I got home, the pager went off. Some outside physician was asking me how to control status epilepticus (uhhh...) and that they were transferring the patient to my hospital here. So I'm waiting for the call that the patient has arrived. Hopefully once the child has been tucked in, I can grab my saddle shoes and skirt and get in a few dances.
I'm at the children's hospital this month. It's been a month that I've been dreading. Home call every other night (which means that even if I get a lot of calls and little sleep, I still have to show up for the entire day the next day. By the end of the month, pretty much everybody is hallucinating from the s. Lots of consults. Lots of patients to see every day. Lots of floppy, fragile babies to examine and figure out what weird two or three name syndrome they have. It's all diseases that I've never heard of: the kids either outgrow them or they die of complications.
So far (it's only been 4 days), I've enjoyed my month. It helps that I really like my attending. She's funny and we get along really well. Of course, the attending switch on Monday, so I'll have somebody else to deal with, but I haven't had to deal with the rounding until 9 pm horror stories that I heard about. I've learned more than what my feeble brain can absorb. And the kids are precious. I get to hold brand new babies all the time.
Argh, the kid is still not here. It's been two hours!! Maybe there won't be dancing after all. :(
