Ortho lectures at 0630. Ran out the door at 0610 almost, after having to go back to the house to get my papers. Promptly left the papers in the car as I did the hospital walk all the way to the MedSci classrooms. The hospital walk, for those of you who are fortunate enough never to have seen a team of residents rounding on inpatient wards, is a powerwalk without the pumping arms. I can hospital walk as fast as I can jog, and when you do it people get out of your way.
Why walk instead of jogging? Because there is only one time you run in a hospital: when there is a code. If you see a running doctor, get out of the way because someone is dying at the other end of the run. Likewise medical students, most of the time. Either someone is dying, or we're about to be killed :)
Got to lectures and knew what I was doing, most of the time, while I was there. Caught up with the team on rounds, went to breakfast, then clinic, then lunch, then more clinic, then wrote my notes. BW wants us to each pick up a trauma patient and follow them as well as our vascular/thoracic ones.
Left an hour late because we wound up intubating our end-stage COPD patient instead of sending him home. but he's in no danger of dying. Got home and showered, then Angel showed up and we went out for Indian food. And now, O Best Beloved, my stomach is full of curry and rice and lassi, and I'm going to clear the floor, blow up the air mattress, and curl up with my husband.
What a lovely day.
And as I typed those last words, O Best Beloved, my pager - which I forgot to turn to silent when I left the hospital - nearly scared me out of my skin as it went off. multi stab gcs 15 eta 3min sr4 - multiple stab wounds, Glasgow Coma Scale 15 (the best you can get), going to Shock Room 4 in 3 minutes. Probably nothing too serious if the GCS is 15, but so was the lady who died...
I'm suddenly so very glad I'm going to bed.