It was a rough night on Internal Medicine call yesterday. Medical Emergencies was overflowing. At one point, we had thirty patients in the passage, because the beds were full. We had more patients requiring ventilation than we had ventilators. It was chaos.
You can all go home now. I win at this contest. You think doing rectal exams on every incoming trauma or abdominal patient is bad? You think dripping all the agitated drunks is bad? A few weeks ago I was asked to do what I believe is the weirdest scut ever. (For the non-medical people outContinue reading “The Worst Scut Ever”
I don’t think there are really that many reasons, but this is one of them. I actually referred to a forceps as “scissors” on call the other night, and had a trauma surgeon look at me with great concern. What? If it has handles like scissors it is a scissors, done. Also it was threeContinue reading “Why I Won’t Specialise in Surgery: Reason #143”
A quick contribution to this month’s Medical Monday. I am in the last week of Family Medicine and trying to finish of the mass of projects we have to present this week. Additionally I have just realised that my first set of exams (the B.Ch-part, a.k.a. Surgery) is in two months. I am not feelingContinue reading “IV Lines: You’re Doin’ It Wrong”
Our ophthalmology rotation ends today, and we have a theoretical exam as well as a viva voce exam. A week of migraines necessitated an all-nighter, and naturally, this was what my brain fixated on: Books taught me about dystopias first: “An imagined place or state in which everything is unpleasant or bad, typically a totalitarianContinue reading “Midnight Inspiration: Dystopia”
You saw it here first: this video clip was made by my sister’s boyfriend while she was studying for her final high school exams about a year ago (he was apparently doing the “moral support” thing, and got bored). I think it is outrageously hilarious – I hope you think so too. Turn on EnglishContinue reading “The Nerd in its Natural Habitat”
On examination of a patient recovering from a Bricker’s Ileal Conduit Urinary Diversion, a colleague had to qualify the bowel sounds. Trying to help, the registrar enquired whether the bowel sounds were ting-ting-ting (soft and almost gone) or glug-glug (loud). And in my exhaustion all I could think of was this classic South African commercial (translation ad lib below).
In a psychiatry tutorial, we learned just how focussed we are on physical symptoms (I don’t think that was its goal, but I learned it in anycase). Students had to act out certain psychiatric symptoms, while the other students guessed. One student was being “interviewed”, rattled off a few sentences, and then abruptly stopped:
Anaesthesiologists get a lot of flack, don’t they? They might have the most jokes about them on the internet (but I don’t have the time to research and verify that). And I’ve given them some of my own flack before, for sending me to sleep during lectures.
This post brought to you by the temporary insanity of surgical rotations. The more time I spend in hospital, the more I realise how weird doctors are. We ask strange questions, and we actually get answers. A few times I’ve asked non-patients (friends and family) and received some awkward looks. I don’t think for oneContinue reading “GIF-Party: Why Doctors Are Weird”