Years of residency | 3 |
Months of residency | 36 |
Days of residency | 1094 |
Number of them I spent overnight in the hospital | 223 |
Most hours worked at a time | 36 |
Most hours worked in 48-hour period | 40 |
Number of pts I admitted (approx) | ~1500 |
Number that died under my watch | Small handful |
Number of pages received | TNTC |
Number of times I threw my pager into the wall | 0 (!) |
Number of lumbar punctures | 12 |
Number where I shook the needle because of a page | 2 |
Number of patients in my clinic panel | 110 |
Number who I truly liked | 2 |
Number of pelvic exams I did | 36 |
Number I enjoyed | 0 |
Number of times I pinched a cervix | 1 (so sorry) |
Number of times I performed the "whiff test" | 1 |
Number of times I converted my PPD | 0 |
Number of needle sticks | 1 (pt HIV negative, whew) |
Number of lawsuits | 0 |
Number of days left of residency | 0 |
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Residency, By the Numbers
Friday, June 11, 2010
Nasty
I stepped into an elevator at work today just as another patient joined me. It was only the two of us. He was in the hospital for, among other things, ulcerative colitis, and thus was having large amounts of bloody diarrhea.
A few seconds into the ride a loud rumbling noise emerged from the depths of his GI tract, prompting a look from me in his direction. He proudly clutched his belly and announced, "Sorry, I've got gas!" When the elevator stopped on his floor, he walked out wearing nothing but his hospital gown ... which, at this time now, was dripping multiple globs of light brown watery stool with each forward step.
As if that weren't bad enough, while walking out myself, I accidentally stepped in one of his disgusting puddles.
I spent the next hour at a nursing station with every anti-infective spray, cream, and wipe that they had. You can find my shoes in the garbage.
Nasty.
A few seconds into the ride a loud rumbling noise emerged from the depths of his GI tract, prompting a look from me in his direction. He proudly clutched his belly and announced, "Sorry, I've got gas!" When the elevator stopped on his floor, he walked out wearing nothing but his hospital gown ... which, at this time now, was dripping multiple globs of light brown watery stool with each forward step.
As if that weren't bad enough, while walking out myself, I accidentally stepped in one of his disgusting puddles.
I spent the next hour at a nursing station with every anti-infective spray, cream, and wipe that they had. You can find my shoes in the garbage.
Nasty.
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