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Oh, dear GOD.
Jan. 4th, 2004 03:01 pm3:03 pm and I'm finally getting a moment to sit down and eat lunch.
I've been here since six AM.
Before 9 AM, I'd already assisted in placing an arterial line, and bagging and attempting to intubate a second kiddo. Said intubation did not go terribly well, likely secondary to pulmonary hemorrhage.
Before 1 PM, I'd rounded on EVERYONE, alone and with my attending physician. I'd talked to a series of parents, all of whom are worried out of their heads and not hearing what I'm telling them.
(Before anyone jumps on me for saying that, I am, at least, trying to listen to what they're telling me.)
Before 3 PM, I'd started pressors on one child and switched two more to oscillating ventilators (this is a bad thing) and talked to the BMT fellow four more times on the phone.
And I confess to a bit of resentment. The ATTENDING gets to go home. The FELLOW gets to go home. Even the NURSES get breaks.
But I don't.
Onward, and upward. There has to be a toilet somewhere in this place.
I've been here since six AM.
Before 9 AM, I'd already assisted in placing an arterial line, and bagging and attempting to intubate a second kiddo. Said intubation did not go terribly well, likely secondary to pulmonary hemorrhage.
Before 1 PM, I'd rounded on EVERYONE, alone and with my attending physician. I'd talked to a series of parents, all of whom are worried out of their heads and not hearing what I'm telling them.
(Before anyone jumps on me for saying that, I am, at least, trying to listen to what they're telling me.)
Before 3 PM, I'd started pressors on one child and switched two more to oscillating ventilators (this is a bad thing) and talked to the BMT fellow four more times on the phone.
And I confess to a bit of resentment. The ATTENDING gets to go home. The FELLOW gets to go home. Even the NURSES get breaks.
But I don't.
Onward, and upward. There has to be a toilet somewhere in this place.
