Thursday, November 18, 2004
More snippets
The antibiotic of choice here for surgical prophylaxis and postop patients appears to be rocephin (ceftriaxone).
And augmentin appears to be the first-line antibiotic for every and anything.
We sure ain't in kansas no more, toto.
Me, I'm just wondering where all the multi-resistant killer bugs are hiding out.
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Random illustration of complete and utter ignorance today :
Consultant : Where is all the blood coming from? We've already ligated the IMA (inferior mesenteric artery. People here are incapable of speaking in full. Abbvn is cmplsry.)
Re-mi : zzzzzzoofugawksnark? Err. The rectal arteries?
Consultant : Where do the rectal arteries come from.
Re-mi : oh. The IMA. (realisation dawns along with return to full consciousness. Hmm. The last time I read any anatomy was... about five years ago... hmm, it has to be something from the internal iliacs. or mebbe the pudendal? vesical... i dunno) Err. I don't know.
Correct answer - the haemorrhoidal arteries, which derive from the internal iliac arteries. oops.
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This friday I am not going to a posh wine and dinner affair. That's right, I'm not going. Quite possibly the first time in my entire life I'm turning down a free meal. The prospect of trying to squeeze a dinner in between 24 hours on-call, and starting at seven the next morning is actually, for once, too daunting to even contemplate.
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What the heck is ATAS? The senior team keeps giggling about ATAS and I simply haven't got a clue.
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China nurses speak with American accents. How bizarre.
Filipino sisters however are just as bossy over here as they are back in England. :D
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I've been meaning to write this for the longest time :
While I was on holiday in San Francisco (aka paradise city. ahh, the memories just will not go. sigh.) I stayed at a quaint old-world "English" hotel (meaning the furniture was a little run-down but victorian-looking) called the Essex Hotel.
It always amused me no end every evening that the fluorescent signposting was a little buggered up and read
SEX HOT
instead.
Kinda apt because the hotel was a stone's throw from the exotic entertainment street, featuring nude female boxing (eh? I don't get the appeal...) and a stage show by Tera Patrick, hard core "artiste".
But the hotel was very tame and civilised, and had free coffee and tea for residents stepping in from the brutal cold of san francisco in fall. (only about as cold as london in summer)
And augmentin appears to be the first-line antibiotic for every and anything.
We sure ain't in kansas no more, toto.
Me, I'm just wondering where all the multi-resistant killer bugs are hiding out.
*****
Random illustration of complete and utter ignorance today :
Consultant : Where is all the blood coming from? We've already ligated the IMA (inferior mesenteric artery. People here are incapable of speaking in full. Abbvn is cmplsry.)
Re-mi : zzzzzzoofugawksnark? Err. The rectal arteries?
Consultant : Where do the rectal arteries come from.
Re-mi : oh. The IMA. (realisation dawns along with return to full consciousness. Hmm. The last time I read any anatomy was... about five years ago... hmm, it has to be something from the internal iliacs. or mebbe the pudendal? vesical... i dunno) Err. I don't know.
Correct answer - the haemorrhoidal arteries, which derive from the internal iliac arteries. oops.
*****
This friday I am not going to a posh wine and dinner affair. That's right, I'm not going. Quite possibly the first time in my entire life I'm turning down a free meal. The prospect of trying to squeeze a dinner in between 24 hours on-call, and starting at seven the next morning is actually, for once, too daunting to even contemplate.
*****
What the heck is ATAS? The senior team keeps giggling about ATAS and I simply haven't got a clue.
*****
China nurses speak with American accents. How bizarre.
Filipino sisters however are just as bossy over here as they are back in England. :D
*****
I've been meaning to write this for the longest time :
While I was on holiday in San Francisco (aka paradise city. ahh, the memories just will not go. sigh.) I stayed at a quaint old-world "English" hotel (meaning the furniture was a little run-down but victorian-looking) called the Essex Hotel.
It always amused me no end every evening that the fluorescent signposting was a little buggered up and read
SEX HOT
instead.
Kinda apt because the hotel was a stone's throw from the exotic entertainment street, featuring nude female boxing (eh? I don't get the appeal...) and a stage show by Tera Patrick, hard core "artiste".
But the hotel was very tame and civilised, and had free coffee and tea for residents stepping in from the brutal cold of san francisco in fall. (only about as cold as london in summer)
