Well, the best thing that I can say about today is that it could have been a lot worse. I had the usual trouble getting out of bed this morning, living dangerously and turning of the alarm before I was actually out of bed.... Then, when I got to work at 06:50, the phone rang... it was the guy whose brother-in-law was at the VA in ICU. The BIL died during the night, and he wasn't going to be in to work until next Tuesday. So it was me and the other Doug. And it really went pretty well, the schedule was pretty light, but we did a bunch of outpatient add-ons, emergencies all. We define an emergency rather differently than most people do... an emergency is when the patient really needs to be in the hospital, and they can't drive themselves. And they can't eat. We get so many people who come in being defined as "emergencies" who stop off between the doctor's office and the hospital to eat a full meal. Heh... and this guy needs an appendix study, heh? Yeah, right. And, of course, we can't do an appendix study on him, 'cause the fool just ate, and if we give him the necessary IV contrast injection he will vomit and aspirate and maybe lose his airway and die. And sick people *can't* eat, I know, I've seen them. They can't eat or drink or stand up or drive. That's sick, and that's an emergency. Anything less than that can be done tomorrow, dammit. I've got sick people here to take care of. Anyways, the other tech had to leave at 12:30, and the afternoon/evening guy got there at 12:30, so there were two of us in the afternoon, and it wasn't too awfully And I still can't remember what it was that happened Monday that I wanted to write about. O'well, the world has lost out on an amusing anecdote... it'll survive, albeit a little poorer for it. I talked Karen into going to Colonel Sanders for supper, she went and got a bucket for us. I'm been wanting fried chicken for the last week. And fried chicken isn't bad, sugar-wise, so I don't feel at all guilty about it, not at all. I got a call today from the girl (recruiter) who was gonna call Monday... yeah, her root canal didn't go well, and they had to have her back the next day even. So anyway, she's gonna call me at 06:00 in the AM, that seemed to be the only time that would work out for us. And this is the last night that I'll be able to really sleep until next Tuesday, so I'm gonna make the best of it... especially since I have to get up right when the alarm goes off to get that 06:00 call! I think that the call won't really be bad this time, I've got some help, like last time that I took call... one lady does Friday night (but she's gotta quit at 07:00 Saturday) and another does Sunday evening at 19:00 until Monday morning. The thing is, when they're on call... I'm still on call, 'cause neither of them has much experience. So I'm still liable for major emergencies. And I also got info on the sleep rooms at the hospital, and I think that I will probably do that instead of coming home, that back and forth is a real killer... but it does get me out in the weather, and that's a *good* thing.!
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