Thank goodness. Those couple of easy days we had at work the beginning of the week? Yeah, totally paying for them now. Today wasn't horrible but was steady busy. Then we are supposed to be done at 3:30, no new patients and we had 2 show up after that who managed to talk their way in. One insisted on being seen today then had the gall to ask if it wasn't too soon to be having their labs drawn for a December surgery. Yeah sort of but you're the one who wanted to be seen today. I also had a lady telling her significant other to take care of that dog while pointing at empty space. Yes I had a pretty good idea what she'd been taking. Then she tried to tell me oh I take sudafed every day. What so you think when we run a toxicology on you we'll think that's why it shows up in your system? Whatever. I ended up calling the doc and asking if he wanted me to run a urine toxicology. He asked if he should want that done and I said Oh yeah. Wonder if she'll actually have surgery tomorrow.
Otherwise mostly uneventful day. It's getting cold here finally. My house right now is 69 degrees and much colder and I'll have to turn on the heat. Funny how I go from AC to heat in a little over a week.
For now I'm beat and heading off today. I hope you all have a great Friday.
5 comments:
Amazing, isn't it, the kinds of people you meet when you work with the public?! (I could tell a few stories myself!!) Happy Friday!!
Wow, you really get to experience the crazies out there, don't you? I can't imagine having to deal with all those people. Happy Friday!
That lady sounds like the drunks who use to swear they had only had 2 beers when we were getting their history at the scene of their latest auto accident. I firmly believe the 2 beers came from the fact that they could only remember the first and the last ones.
Interesting woman. We once had someone in our clinic try to use Mountain Dew for their urine tox to try to get out of it. Kind of funny. :)
We had a guy come to our ICU form Open Heart who swore he only drank now and then. The surgeon swore to me that when they opened his chest he smelled like vodka. He ended up staying with us for 2 weeks from the DTs. His wife was an alcoholic too, and when a coworker found a bottle of whiskey in the bedside dresser, she grabbed it and yelled, "That's mine!" Who brings whiskey to the hospital?
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