Stuff and nonsense

…gomers gomers do I care??

Hmm!

I’m well and truly back in Gomer-City. Falls of unknown aetiology, dementia, constipation – you name it, it belongs on my ward. The median age of my patients is higher than the average Australian life expectancy.

Tonight for the first time in a very long while, I volunteered to do some evening ward cover, which is where I basically follow my resident around and generally slow her down with my multiple missed attempts at collecting blood and finding veins. Hospitals, particularly the smaller one I’m at, are (or should I say, will be - as soon as I start working) mighty spooky at night-time where there’s only yourself and possibly another doctor milling about on the wards. It will simply fuel the ever-hungry obsessive-compulsive traits. Every little decision will be – what happens if this is the wrong dose? What if I’ve missed something big? Will this kill my patient? I think I shall live in fear next year of a time when someone has a real emergency and there’s no-one else around to cover. Bugger.

I’m trying to aspire towards a more patient-friendly Cristina from Grey’s Anatomy. I’ve nailed the pigsty of a room, all I have to do is get the hair, the attitude, and the super-competency. 1 out of 4…ironically, that’s the equivalent of the rate of my successful venepunctures. Haha.