shifty

There are many reasons why nurses annoy doctors: (And believe me... They do!).
Here i present some scenarios on a typical night oncall (based on true events):

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Scenario 1

I get a bleep at 4am. (4 freaking am! remember this cos it's important)

Nurse: Hi doctor. Patient X had Gentamicin (an antibiotics) levels done earlier.
Doc: Yes. I know that. I took them myself (at 9pm)
Nurse: Should she get her morning gentamicin?
Doc: Yes, she should. At the same dose. I wrote that in the medical notes. I couldnt tell u because i couldnt find u when i was up there. (U were probably on ur endless breaks). What time is she due for it again?
Nurse: 9am

*facepalm*

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Scenario 2:

Nurse: hi doc, can u review a patient. She had an epistaxis (nosebleed) earlier and her nose was packed by ENT. Now the pack fell out. Can u see her please.
Doctor Awesomeness: Is she still bleeding?
Nurse: errr well, the pack just fell out.
Doctor Awesomeness: yes, you told me that already. My question is.. is she still bleeding? Does she actually need her nose packed again?
Nurse: err, i'll check and call you back.

*she never called me back*

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Scenario 3:

Nurse: hello. Im calling from resus. Are you covering resus?
Doctor: No im not.
Nurse: okay, well.... we've got a 65 year old lady here with acute dyspnoea with saturations of 68%.... Bla bla bla...
Doctor: ......... (Didn't i just tell her i wasn't covering resus?)

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Scenario 4

Nurse: hello doctor. I have a patient on IV antibiotics and needs a cannula.
Doctor Do-a-lot: alright. I'll be up in a sec.
(Trudges along to the ward)
Doctor Do-a-lot: so which one is the patient that needs that cannula.
Nurse: oh, im sorry doctor. She actually already has one. But while u are here..... (Lists a gazillion other jobs for me).
Nurse to other nurse(s): Mary, paddy (yells)... Do u have anything for the doctor while she's here?

*erghhh... I can't even.....*

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And that, my dear Watson, is why nurses annoy the hell out of doctors.

unconditionally

It's funny.

When i had no real love interest in my life, i had so much to write about love. All the philosopy surrounding the nature of it, the little innuendos, the stolen glances, the mild palpitations and skipped heartbeats. Those were things i wrote based on theories because i had no idea what romantic love was in the real sense. I figured, when it does eventually happen... Surely i would have an explosion of words and emotions, enough to fill in pages and pages of this half-deserted blog.

And yet here i am, arguably at the height of my love story, and i am at a lost for words.

It has been close to 10 months since he asked me to marry him, 4 months since we officially got engaged and just a little over a month until our wedding.

It has been a whirlwind romance, to put it in mild terms. We have had our ups and downs. We have laughed and cried. We have had our big fights and happy moments. We have worked the long distance relationship like pros, and still managed to keep each other close.

And here i sit... Unable to put what i truly feel into words worthy of my emotions.

Honestly, there was a point in my life when i thought i would be alone forever, and i was okay with that. I had a good career, i make good money, and was fiercely independent. Mankind would be lost without me passing my awesome genes on to future generations but that was a small price to pay in the bigger scheme of things. I was gonna be the old lady who had cats to keep her company. And yes, pathetic as it seemed, i was actually okay with the thought of growing old that way.

But then he came along, and made me see the world in whole different light. He made me feel tingly and warm inside. He made me less of a one-woman show and more a two-person act. He showed me what it was to love and be loved back in return; without conditions; without any expectations.

And suddenly, slowly but surely, i could no longer imagine a world where he wasnt there with me.

For him to embrace someone like me wholeheartedly - with all my faults and flaws, and acne and that extra bit of weight and my deplorable eating habits and all...

If that isn't love. I don't know what is. =)