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dr_dearest's Journal  ICU night shift. Three and a half hours to go. All of the patients are either intubated or crazy. The staff aren't far behind on the crazy. Need sleep. Many days of sleep. Current mood:  exhausted.Current music: beep..beep...beep...beep. So I survived by my big scary surgery lst week and didn't need ICU or a blood transfusion and didn't die which I was very happy about. Thank goodness for excellent (albeit expensive) surgeons! People were a little freaked when they saw me afterwards looking a rather ghoulish shade of blue from the dye used during the operation but that is gone now (as is most of the yellow iodine staining). The first 24 hours were very rough (lots of pain and lots of nausea and vomiting) but I seem to have been fairly steadily improving each day since. Went from hospital to my parents place and am now back home and enjoyed sleeping in my own bed last night. I can also now shower myself although I still need help washing my hair. Got some beautiful flowers from people and my house is currently a bit like a florist's shop. Hector (my dog) was certainly pleased to see me when I got home, although he hasn't quite worked out yet why he can't jump on me like he usually does ;-P Basically, I scream in pain and he looks very guilty and confused and tries to lick me better! Anyway, that's about all I have the energy for right now (especially in this heat!). Will update again soon. Current mood:  relieved.
Tonight is my first real anaesthetic registrar night shift at Middlemore. I didn't do nights as a first year reg in Whangarei and while I did three night shifts at the Manukau Surgical Centre a earlier this month, it doesn't really count as there is no acute surgery or obstetrics (ie: no potential for actually doing anything anaesthetic - we're just there in the rare case of a cardiac arrest or similar). Anyway, I finished up the cases tonight about midnight, after which we only do "life or limb" surgery and I have been carrying the obstetric pager (for labour epidurals and Caesarean sections). It looked like there would at least one Caesarean section coming but then the patient delivered on her own, and so far it has been, dare I say it, quiet. So I went upstairs to sleep at about 2am. There's a vaguely comfortable camp stretcher and some plastic hospital pillows etc and after quite a while just lying there, maybe anticipating my pager going, maybe just because it was hot (although I didn't really want to peel down to my underwear in case I had to run to an emergency!), I slept. For an hour. I've been awake since. Silly circadian rhythm...already completely buggered up...and I didn't even have any caffeine tonight! Current mood:  awake.
A few links I'd like to share... Funky t-shirts Where you can buy plushy syphilis, ebola and other goodies... Current mood:  amused.
NEW MEDICAL TERMINOLOGY Artery: The study of paintings Bacteria: Back door to cafeteria Barium: What doctors do when patients die Benign: What you be, after you be eight Caesarean Section: A neighbourhood in Rome Catscan: Searching for Kitty Cauterise: Made eye contact with her Colic: A sheep dog Coma: A punctuation mark Dilate: To live long Enema: Not a friend Fester: Quicker than someone else Fibula: A small lie Impotent: Distinguished, well known Labour Pain: Getting hurt at work Medical Staff: A doctor's cane Morbid: A higher offer Nitrates: Cheaper than day rates Node: I knew it Outpatient: A person who has fainted Pelvis: Second cousin to Elvis Post Operative: A letter carrier Recovery Room: Place to do upholstery Rectum: Nearly killed him Secretion: Hiding something Seizure: Roman emperor Tablet: A small table Terminal Illness: Getting sick at the airport Tumour: One plus one more Two Condoms: To be sure, to be sure Urine: Opposite of 'you're out' Current mood: amused.
Having seen a few episodes on TV in recent years, I have been systematically watching Season 1 and now Season 2 of "Criminal Minds" and really enjoying it. For those who don't know, its a drama based around the BAU (Behavioural Analysis Unit) of the FBI who profile serious criminals. It has at least one fairly big star, Mandy Patinkin (of many fames, including as Inigo Montoya in "The Princess Bride"). I also have to admit to, in the past, being a fan of "Dawson's Creek". Tragically, I do in fact own the entire series on DVD (although have never finished watching it since I bought it second hand on TradeMe). When I was younger, I had a bit of crush on Dawson. As I got older, he annoyed the hell out of me! So, back to Criminal Minds Season 2 and enter lovable but annoying Dawson (who was apparently originally meant to drown in his creek at the end of the series) ( Spoilers for Criminal Minds episodes 2x14 and 2x15 ) Current mood:  scared.
Having actually got more than a few hours sleep last night, I find my sense of humour (or perhaps sense of sarcasm) is returning. Firstly, I have made a decision about the multiple pharmaceutical and anaesthetic equipment reps that keep coming to work. They all bring pens and booklets (and yesterday I even got a stopwatch), but I have decided that the degree of my attention they should command is directly proportional to the quality of the chocolate-based treats they bring with them. Today the chocolate ?brownie is average at best. Secondly (and yes I know, cafeteria food is a food group unto it's self), I chose the "ham and egg" quiche today, only to be confronted by some spectacular false advertising. The "egg" component, an integral part of any quiche, is of the powdered variety, the ham is largely lacking, and there is also tomato (acceptable), chives (reasonable), pumpkin (ugh) and zucchini (what the frick?!?) It's false advertising I tell you! I wonder if the consumer guarantees act applies... Might have to eat the rep's food after all... Current mood: amused.
Your Score: Antony & CleopatraYou scored 31% = Tragic, 35% = Comic, 34% = Romantic, 51% = Historic You scored Antony and Cleopatra. Taking place some time after the murder of Julius Caesar, Antony and Cleopatra tells the story of the geopolitical power struggle between Rome and Egypt following the rise of Octavian Caesar to the thrown. The play, however, is not just some stuffy history textbook, full of war and politics; it's also a romantic love story containing elements of passion, jealousy, romance, and revenge. Like Antony, you are probably an outgoing individual, willing to make a few sacrifices in order to do what you think is right. However, like Cleopatra, you may also be a little jealous and vein. Keep doing what you think is right, but make sure you make time for your significant other, otherwise you and/or your lover might end up on the business end of a poisonous asp. Ouch!
Current mood:  nerdy.
DOG DIARY: 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing! 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! CAT DIARY: Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt f or the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe..... for now... Current mood: amused.
And lastly (I promise!), I had to share this website - I have been sitting in my office trying to giggle quietly (so as not to alert anyone that I'm not doing any work) for at least 45 minutes so far! Current mood: giggles.
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