My first call as a specialist!
And I think i am about to have a heart attack!!! I could almost hear Peter Parker's uncle admonishing me..."With Great Power Comes Great Responsibilities"!!! Of course I can't climb walls (I wish I could.., as well as getting a muscular body by just a little spider bite, hecks, what's a little pain from the bite compared to months and years in the gym! Heh heh!
When I was a medical officer (That was what I was yesterday!), whenever I had a problem I could not handle, I can always pick up the phone and call my specialist on call. It's like a security blanket kind of thing. It's a very hierarchal kind of thing. The house officers (I can think of a movie to be made called..."Desperate House Officers!...live from Hysteria Lane!) will call the medical officers when they run into trouble in dealing with a patient; the MOs will call the lecturers/specialists if they run into trouble, and the specialists (God forbid! Shame on you if you can't handle a patient when you are already a specialist!) will..or rather, might, or even hesitate to call ...the Consultant! Gulp!
Now that I have been "promoted" to doing specialist call, there aren't that many people I can call when I run into trouble!
I've had a very busy day. My pager has been going off in an almost rhythmic irritating interval. Seems like everyone in the hospital has picked TODAY to develop complications and problems. It's a conspiracy, i can just feel it!
Just finished trying to resuscitate a lady who collapsed suddenly and passed away. I feel tired emotionally. I always do in times like this. She was admitted for a heart attack which was unfortunately complicated by bleeding in the intestine. We couldn't save her. We tried our best. I could feel the pain and grief in her son's eyes as I broke the bad news to him. It's a fine line between getting emotionally attached and keeping a cool clinical distance. Sometimes the line of distinction blurs. Yet, I know if I become too emotionally attached, I will become an emotional wreck, rendering me unfit to work. On the other hand, keeping too "cool" a distance will harden my heart, making me unfeeling, cold and clinical. Ironically that would also make me unfit to work. It's a fine line, and many of us have chosen to fall in the extreme of being cold rather than being an emotional wreck. God, help me keep the balance.
And I think i am about to have a heart attack!!! I could almost hear Peter Parker's uncle admonishing me..."With Great Power Comes Great Responsibilities"!!! Of course I can't climb walls (I wish I could.., as well as getting a muscular body by just a little spider bite, hecks, what's a little pain from the bite compared to months and years in the gym! Heh heh!
When I was a medical officer (That was what I was yesterday!), whenever I had a problem I could not handle, I can always pick up the phone and call my specialist on call. It's like a security blanket kind of thing. It's a very hierarchal kind of thing. The house officers (I can think of a movie to be made called..."Desperate House Officers!...live from Hysteria Lane!) will call the medical officers when they run into trouble in dealing with a patient; the MOs will call the lecturers/specialists if they run into trouble, and the specialists (God forbid! Shame on you if you can't handle a patient when you are already a specialist!) will..or rather, might, or even hesitate to call ...the Consultant! Gulp!
Now that I have been "promoted" to doing specialist call, there aren't that many people I can call when I run into trouble!
I've had a very busy day. My pager has been going off in an almost rhythmic irritating interval. Seems like everyone in the hospital has picked TODAY to develop complications and problems. It's a conspiracy, i can just feel it!
Just finished trying to resuscitate a lady who collapsed suddenly and passed away. I feel tired emotionally. I always do in times like this. She was admitted for a heart attack which was unfortunately complicated by bleeding in the intestine. We couldn't save her. We tried our best. I could feel the pain and grief in her son's eyes as I broke the bad news to him. It's a fine line between getting emotionally attached and keeping a cool clinical distance. Sometimes the line of distinction blurs. Yet, I know if I become too emotionally attached, I will become an emotional wreck, rendering me unfit to work. On the other hand, keeping too "cool" a distance will harden my heart, making me unfeeling, cold and clinical. Ironically that would also make me unfit to work. It's a fine line, and many of us have chosen to fall in the extreme of being cold rather than being an emotional wreck. God, help me keep the balance.
posted by Jimbo @ 12/02/2005 02:39:00 PM
1 Comments:
At 12/02/2005 07:28:00 PM,
edina monsoon said…
My FIRST call is tomorrow. waaa-aaaaH!Came home without any deviation to any shopping malls. ( I tend to deviate quite a bit ) Doing laundry and sitting down thinking of ALL the things I don't know. Going to change a new battery for the pager, and sit down and read. I'll start with a quick flick through "hello" mag to calm the frazzled nerves. And then proceed to something a little more useful.
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