Enjoying a nice glass of chardonnay, thinking about going to pick up my son.
My hubby picked me up from the hospital, nearly 30 hours after he dropped me off. I now know why the 30 hour rule is so frustrating. On one hand it does encourage the medical community to help some interns out the door - at least at my hospital. On the other other hand it is a lot of pressure to try to get everything done the next day. And honestly without the "rule" I might sleep in a little more post-call (when I do get sleep) and take my time in the morning, drink a little coffee, and take care of business in a less hurried manner. As it is, if I have a lot of patients, it is a rush to get everything done.
The next two days will probably (hopefully!) be a picnic in comparison to what I was told in retrospect was a very busy call day. I couldn't rely on my resident for constant advice because he was busy taking care of sick people. Instead I had to come up with solutions on my own. Turns out I was mostly right. I love having a medical student by my side (oh, yeah - they can get coffee, patient charts, take excellent social histories, and read up-to-date to you).
After getting about 2 hours of sleep I should be ready to crash, but I think it is going to take awhile to settle down. No work until 7am tomorrow.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
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