Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Day Off!
If there's one redeeming feature about working shiftwork, it's the way a long night shift is followed by a pleasant break from work the next day, and beyond into the day after as well before going back to the grind. I haven't really sat down to work out the nitty gritty details, but it feels like I'm getting extra time off, and that sensation of first waking up after a shift and not needing to worry about heading out to work again is simply indescribable :)
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True Love
I'm a little disappointed with everyone coming through here. I post a picture of my one true love - my beautiful black sabre, and nobody comments! Pah. I mean, come on people, this is much more important to me than mere love, or some silly woman! Comment, dammit, comment!! heh.
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Medifraud
I've been wandering across links to my site listing me as a "medical blog" and it's all been a little overwhelming (help. trapped. spotlight. oncoming car?) and also it's making me feel a bit the fraud.
I mean, yeah, sure I'm a doctor. But I don't really like to write about work, yknow? It takes for something truly upsetting or remarkable to make itself bubble to the surface of my brain, especially when I'm writing. So I won't write about the rather less pleasant moments, eg being racially harrassed by a drunk patient's drunk spouse, or being hit in the chest (even if not very hard) by a drunk, unpleasant, ? IVDU patient with a huge hole in her calf (although the interesting bit was I automatically caught her hand and was about to start twisting subconsciously before I caught myself, backed away, and said that fine, if she didn't want my help she could go hom. heh. with her arterial bleed from her leg... my very first strop! whee.) or the less than memorable countless sprained ankles I have seen ("but it really hurts doctor") or the million defensive patients who come in already expecting to be harangued for wasting the hospital's time before I've even opened my mouth, and being pre-emptively unpleasant to begin with.
I dunno, I prefer to write about the funny moments in life (including the beautiful mexican girl who walked into A&E back when I was a med student with shortness of breasts err breath I mean - our house officer told us, right you clerk her - pointing at me - and you examine her - pointing at the other med student. What followed was the former whinging "how come you always get to examine them" and the latter smirking, till her huge mexican boyfriend rippling with muscles showed up. heh heh heh.) and when life's not really doing anything, like today for instance - I guess I prefer to wander outdoors or go to the gym or fritter the time away meaninglessly, than to write incessantly about work, work, and more work.
Still, to everyone who's wandered in here expecting to find a medi-blog, well I'm really sorry. Shrug. Check out the links on my left under "Referrals" (especially lingualnerve!) - those're the real mediblogs. None of all this introspective existential angst there :)
*****
True Love
I'm a little disappointed with everyone coming through here. I post a picture of my one true love - my beautiful black sabre, and nobody comments! Pah. I mean, come on people, this is much more important to me than mere love, or some silly woman! Comment, dammit, comment!! heh.
*****
Medifraud
I've been wandering across links to my site listing me as a "medical blog" and it's all been a little overwhelming (help. trapped. spotlight. oncoming car?) and also it's making me feel a bit the fraud.
I mean, yeah, sure I'm a doctor. But I don't really like to write about work, yknow? It takes for something truly upsetting or remarkable to make itself bubble to the surface of my brain, especially when I'm writing. So I won't write about the rather less pleasant moments, eg being racially harrassed by a drunk patient's drunk spouse, or being hit in the chest (even if not very hard) by a drunk, unpleasant, ? IVDU patient with a huge hole in her calf (although the interesting bit was I automatically caught her hand and was about to start twisting subconsciously before I caught myself, backed away, and said that fine, if she didn't want my help she could go hom. heh. with her arterial bleed from her leg... my very first strop! whee.) or the less than memorable countless sprained ankles I have seen ("but it really hurts doctor") or the million defensive patients who come in already expecting to be harangued for wasting the hospital's time before I've even opened my mouth, and being pre-emptively unpleasant to begin with.
I dunno, I prefer to write about the funny moments in life (including the beautiful mexican girl who walked into A&E back when I was a med student with shortness of breasts err breath I mean - our house officer told us, right you clerk her - pointing at me - and you examine her - pointing at the other med student. What followed was the former whinging "how come you always get to examine them" and the latter smirking, till her huge mexican boyfriend rippling with muscles showed up. heh heh heh.) and when life's not really doing anything, like today for instance - I guess I prefer to wander outdoors or go to the gym or fritter the time away meaninglessly, than to write incessantly about work, work, and more work.
Still, to everyone who's wandered in here expecting to find a medi-blog, well I'm really sorry. Shrug. Check out the links on my left under "Referrals" (especially lingualnerve!) - those're the real mediblogs. None of all this introspective existential angst there :)
