Yesterday, only three rooms, but each one a bugger in it's own way. All long days, large cases, difficult docs.
P had Dr. Acid, loud, pushy - asks ... um, orders every damn set open, then doesn't use any of it. Poor sterile technique, often lets his resident struggle for a long time before stepping in, insists on the music being loud. Gets right up my nose, although P doesn't mind him too much, sees the humor. That would have been the worst room for me, but it ended earliest.
A had Dr. Tigger, also loud, thinks himself hilarious, wants what he wants, but often asks for the wrong thing - particularly for the larger, less usual repairs. S, our charge nurse, spent a lot of time trying to keep him from a complete meltdown, all day long. We heard about this indirectly. I get along with him pretty well, as I think he's funny most of the time. This room was still going when I left.
Dr. Bug was all mine, with each case requiring a different bed configuration, and he expected me to have all particulars memorized even though I work with him infrequently. He also has a black tech cloud around him, stuff just fails around him, cameras, lights, shavers - and when it does, it's always someone (else's) fault. Lots of 3 liter fluid bags to hang, and little to no help for our turnover, because we are also short staffed. We finished up second.
So, end of my day, A and S are trying to find something for Dr. Tigger, I'm putting my extra supplies away, S apologizes for not helping my room. I assure her I understand, the competition for attention was stiff. A complains of Dr. Tigger sucking up all the energy. I note that all three docs today are chaos generating, energy vampires. In the juciest, most emphatic way I can muster, I exclaimed,
"Today SUCKED!"
Which made both of them laugh, not the worst way to end an exhausting day. At least the misery was pretty evenly shared.
Reading over on Cracked about the irritations of life, and why they bother us so much. All good, then for one, a solution. Traffic waves.
6 comments:
you all got through and finished with a smile. Could be a lot worse!
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My days aren't sucking much, just leaving me really tired.
As a lifelong pedestrian, the motorists' notion that catching up to the car stopped ahead as quickly as possible somehow gets them to their destination faster has always seemed petty and wrong to me.
Can so relate to your exclamation at the end of a tough day, but so glad that you all could smile.
Now that I am driving a very small car, I try to give everyone a wide berth. I may adopt the Zen Warrior attitude.
Tough days make the relaxing (if available) at the end of the day all the more appealing.
I do not face traffic like that with any regularity as my path from home to work to the kids school and home again doesn't involve any highway. But whenever I am in traffic like that I am often driving as he does.
Sometimes the only virtue of a bad day is that it gives you something interesting to post about. People are always interested in the exotic world of the OR. My son, who is an anesthesiologist, is not fond of surgeons.
The traffic video was interesting. I travel that same route whenever I pick someone up at the airport.
gz,
Amen.
P,
Get some rest.
mbick,
I never forget that in a trauma hospital, a good day is when everyone gets out of the OR alive. I'm in a small place, and the standard is higher, but I do try to keep that in mind.
Phil,
Yeah, I don't have to deal with that kind of traffic daily either, but I have done.
Anne,
Where would blogging be without bad days?
Ask your son if he is often called "Anesthesia!" No name attached. (Anesthesiologist *love* that.)
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