1 month into my job!

1 month (and a week!) into my job, i've had fabulous days and awful-it's-all-going-down-the-drain-and-i-want-to-cry-so-badly days. but i'm surviving, oh yes i am :D

to whoever's following my blog, i am so honoured, really i am! can't believe anyone would want to read what i write, so thank you :D

just finished my 7th call on sat morning, dealing with (some) private patients really makes my blood boil. first you refuse all painkiller jabs, then you complain of pain, what do you expect me to do? to put my hand on you and say, "oh you're healed!" :( :( this boggles the mind.

plus there was a violent patient on my call too, scary stuff. lucky they called in 4 hunky young policemen (hahahaha eye candy for my weary eyes!) to escort the patient down. oh dearie me. my attending for the night came out of the room waving his hands in the air and clutching at his hair, wailing about why this had to happen to him. HAHAHA.

had dinner at 2 am, urghhhh stomach rumbled loudly all the way till then! but at least i had time to change at eat dinner at 2 am, hehe. so that's something to be grateful for!

had to call my resident to set a plug, one that i kept missing :( poor lady, i think she was going to cry! and my resident came, took one look at her and said, "oh look, there is a HUGE vein here, so BIG." and proceeded to glare at me as though i was some idiot, as if i didn't feel bad enough already, thanks. RARRRRR. and then, she proceeded to MISS THAT VERY HUGE BIG VEIN herself. WOWEEEE. i didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the patient's bedside!!!!! OMG.
in the end she picked an antecubital vein to poke (one that i could have gotten, arghhh). and she left me there with the patient who was complaining that she couldn't bend her elbow :( :( uh-oh i felt so super bad. arghhhh.

but morning came! and i had time for breakfast with the other interns, who were all as tired and weary as i was- coffee from the small cafe downstairs is a great perk me up! :D

survival rounds in the morning were madeness, i discharged 12 patients from one ward on top of doing post-natal rounds (patients that the resident didn't see! arghhh) and had to run up to the private ward to settle all kinds of ridiculous things. ARGHHHHHH.

managed to leave at 230 pm post-call, picked up my ringing phone on the train home only to hear one of my fellow interns in tears due to backstabbing from nurses and another intern. OH DEAR :( :( :( the poor girl!

ah this has been a depressing post, calls are generally depressing, ah well.
but i have to say that i love my new ward (we changeover every 2 weeks), and my onco attending is amazingly nice :D i adore him to bits and pieces!!!!
remind me to blog about labour ward next time! :D