Technically no, officially yes. Another busy night: 9 consults, one red line.
Admittedly, it's fun being able to be the go to person regarding all matters neurosurgery within a large hospital in the middle of the night. Run down and see the trauma, run back up to the ICU and tell a family their family member's prognosis has drastically changed based on a recent study we'd obtained, and then rush a patient to the OR for emergent surgery since she seized in the ED. The expectations of the emergency department are somewhat unreasonable, as they 3 ED residents calling you about different neurosurgical patients, all pressuring you to see theirs so they can send them home or admit them. Hey guys, simma down.
The work feels meaningful and frankly a lot of fun. But seriously, the nurse that was paging me at home at 5PM when I was post-call to clarify a stool softener order... three times... yea, not cool man.
Lesson learned: Don't trust a CT to tell you about mass lesions, get an MRI.
1 comment:
what'd you do to piss off the nurse, dr k?
ps glad you're enjoying 2nd year so far :)
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