Ok, since everyone likes to ask if my life is like Grey's Anatomy-
The answer is yes and no.
"No" to the parts about- sleeping with attendings/patients. Sex in storerooms (I WISH!). Underwear on the bulletin board.
"yes" to dealing with egos, crazy patients/co-workers, drama, and shitty hours.
But the best part ever was when they were talking about izzie being all fucked up and lying on the floor in her dress, and they tried to explain that after being in school for so long and never really getting to have a life- it's like she's still (socially) 17.
So fucking true.
And that is my excuse from now on.
I'm still 17.
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The funny thing is- the character on the show that is the closest to my actual job is Bailey.
Which just cracks me up.
That is who I am supposed to be.
The mean bitchy "nazi" chief, barking orders and yelling at people.
I should take lessons from her.
Instead I am meek and mild and let my interns walk all over me.
For example- last night I was on call. My intern was this girl... I think she's older than me. She's going into anesthesia, and doesn't really care about surgery. But there are two patients on my team having surgery today. So yesterday I asked her to make sure that they are ready.
That involves:
nothing to eat after midnight
IV fluids after midnight
Make sure the consent is signed
make sure the pre-op labs are normal
check a chest xray
check the ekg
Then write a note in the chart summarizing all of the above.
This is standard intern fare. Saying "make sure those patients are pre-opped" should be adequate.
But she... how do I put this... isn't always the most reliable. So I paged her to make sure everything was under control. At like 5pm. She said "yup, it's all set. Just waiting on the chest xrays and ekgs, and I'll check labs in the morning."
Umm, ok, not sure what's actually done then.
I said "let's check the labs tonight, in case anything is abnormal and we need to work on it."
"ohhh. ok."
But it was early, she had plenty of time.
The rest of the night was pretty quiet.
I checked the labs myself.
This morning on rounds checked the charts.
No comments about the chest xrays.
So I asked her-
"how were those chest xrays?"
And she said 'oh... I didn't get a chance to look at them."
Didn't get a chance?
what the fuck were you doing all night?
- I* was busy in the ER seeing patients, but I just took care of that myself and with the junior resident, didn't bother her- figured we could handle it ourselves and she probably had enough work of her own to do. (for the record, that was nice of me. I could have just said "I don't CARE if you're busy. I am the chief. Go see these patients in the ER, write them up, come up with a plan, and then call me." But no. I tried to be nice.
So when she told me that she "didn't have a chance" to see the xrays, after I specifically shielded her from the ER all night, I could/should have said "why not? that's unacceptable. When I ask you to do these things, I need to know they'll get done. I have to be able to depend on you."
(a chief told me that and made my cry my first month of internship after a patient forget to take his meds and it was somehow my fault because I didn't call him at home the night before surgery to remind him (a grown man) to take the medication like we'd talked about in clinic, and written down on paper)
Instead I just said "oh... ok...." and walked away, fuming.
WTF.
Because the thing is- it's ultimately MY responsibility, and MY ass on the line if these things don't get done.
I think I will have a new motto:
WWBD.
What would bailey do?
I need to start cracking the whip!!
oops.
sorry for the rant.
again.
time for a nap so I am nice and un-cranky for y'all tomorrow!
Aw shucks. Thanks everyone. But now I feel kind of badly- I didn't mean this post to be a solicitation for ego-boosting! Really! But thanks. :)
you are beautiful, really. each time i see you you get prettier and prettier.
You sure it's you that guest is writing to and not me? Sheesh... if you're fat... what the hell am i? You're so not fat. And why would it be bad if you were! Celebrate who you are, at any size!!
This guest person doesn't deserve your thoughts or energies.
"Guest" is an asshat. No further elaboration seems necessary.
don't even think twice what someone anonymously, and moreover electronically, posts.
Time spent even parsing that fractured prose is time better spent doing *anything* else. Like watching paint dry or alphabetizing cans of soup or q-tipping your belly button.
Ha ha ... this "guest" is such a retard. Thanks for posting the note; it's fun to see what about you pisses people off. The fact that s/he's resorting to insulting a perceived physical appearance means that s/he has absolutely nothing else to go on.
Or, maybe s/he misspelt "phat" ? :-D
I will admit that I was looking forward to seeing the Larson brothers as well (not sure if josh is in town or not) so at least Jason. They are both preaty interesting in person. But being as I used to allways say I will be there and not make I can't really say anything then Sorry (e:beast) and everyone else for those act of the past.
I will also admit Alex that I checked you out a little bit. I would not say you are fat from where I'm standing but that is just me. I can understand if someone thinks that you are fat that is their opionion but what I don't get is why attack you annousmusly. Why don't they just join the site and then send you stuff saying they don't like you or something like that, I really don't get it. I know that if I had a problem with someone and I visted a site I join and bash them I wouldn't hide. It is to bad that you have to deal with this, but I'm glad you had a good time at the party.
I have to admit, and this sounds really really shallow and awful and I blame my hung-over state for even typing this, but earlier when you posted an entry and mentioned you were self-conscious about your weight, I thought, "Wait, I don't remember (e:jenks) as being fat." And I thought, and I thought, "Maybe I wasn't paying attention." I mean, I've only met you like two or three times.
This is the horrible part: when you showed up, I was drunk, and I thought to myself, "Oh, there's Jenks. Let me check: Is she fat?"
...
And after some covert (probably not all that covert; I was drunk. I apologize) evaluation, I was like, "No."
So I was real confused and thinking maybe it was someone else who'd posted that they were selfconscious about their weight...
But no, no, it was you who had someone being cruel about it, and your posting style's pretty distinctive so I was like, "No, I'm sure it was her."
So I kind of drunkenly stared at your various body parts for a while and the conclusion I reached, which I stand by this morning, is that if somebody's making fun of you for being fat it's because they're absolutely desperate to think of something. Because honey, no. There is an optimal quantity of Jenks in real life. They just can't think of anything else to make fun of you for. Which is sort of sad, I mean, academically, that they're so destitute of intellect, but I suppose it's a good sign for you, isn't it?
Anyhow, I apologize for the drunken ogling but I stand by my conclusion: anyone making fun of you for being fat is just trying to push buttons rather than making any kind of informed critique. (Well, I mean, duh, but it's rather like making fun of me for my curly hair. Um, what? I... no.)
I'm going to go attempt solid food now. Cross your fingers for me. (Speaking of fat. But you know, I am at peace with my fat rolls. Winter's coming and I need the insulation.)