Patients vs. patience
The other day I was reading Richel's blog and happened to read this one long entry about me. She wrote about how I never complained about work and that I enjoy doing what I do. My first thought was, are you nuts? I gripe and complain CONSTANTLY about work, almost to the point that I'm getting sick of myself. I sat and contemplated this statement and realized that Richel was actually correct, from a certain point of view.
When it comes to seeing patients and treating them, I don't complain. Well, not much. However, I do complain constantly about all the other things that go on at work; the ancillary staff, the patients' families, and most of all, other doctors. Kind of a weird twist on things, wouldn't you say? I could give numerous examples of encounters that would turn anyone's hair gray, but I'll just give my favorite one for now:
I was paged at 2am or so by a nurse who told me that a patient's heart rate had dropped to 30 beats/minute.
"How long did this last?" I asked, becoming wide awake, immediately.
"Oh, about 5-8 seconds," she replied.
"Thank you," I said, politely. I hung up the phone and went back to sleep. This sort of thing drives me insane. But that's okay, because maybe she was new or didn't know any better. What's 10 times worse is when another doctor does something like that.
What happened to the good old days when doctors were gods and could yell at anyone as they pleased, including each other? Those days are long gone.
Me, I just take it in the chops. Still irritating like you wouldn't believe.
When it comes to seeing patients and treating them, I don't complain. Well, not much. However, I do complain constantly about all the other things that go on at work; the ancillary staff, the patients' families, and most of all, other doctors. Kind of a weird twist on things, wouldn't you say? I could give numerous examples of encounters that would turn anyone's hair gray, but I'll just give my favorite one for now:
I was paged at 2am or so by a nurse who told me that a patient's heart rate had dropped to 30 beats/minute.
"How long did this last?" I asked, becoming wide awake, immediately.
"Oh, about 5-8 seconds," she replied.
"Thank you," I said, politely. I hung up the phone and went back to sleep. This sort of thing drives me insane. But that's okay, because maybe she was new or didn't know any better. What's 10 times worse is when another doctor does something like that.
What happened to the good old days when doctors were gods and could yell at anyone as they pleased, including each other? Those days are long gone.
Me, I just take it in the chops. Still irritating like you wouldn't believe.
posted by V-Hume at 9:14 PM
1 Comments:
FYI, doctors are not gods, although there are still some who think that they are. I am hoping that you won't turn into one of them.
Just to let you know, some nurses(not all, and I am not one of them) page docs at 2am just to give them a hard time. So better be nice to nurses.:) Let's all treat one another with respect. OK???
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