Notes from the weekend

-By 9 am Saturday, I'd already gotten a phone call from a well known borderline psychotic patient, whose emergency of the day was that although he eats ok, the vitamins and minerals don't seem to be absorbed. Upon my reasonable suggestion that he move up his clinic appointment next week to talk about it with Dr Z, he said, "I see where this is going; I think I'm gonna get the hell away from this hospital, or somethin." Yours truly is just jaded enough at this point to say, "Ok sir, sounds good," wish him a nice weekend, and hang up. And to think, the first time I spoke to this patient, I was actually concerned he might be suicidal, and was gonna call the police to his house. It only took 3 or 4 3am phonecalls requesting percocets, and proclaming love for Dr Z for me to stop taking him seriously.

-The high light of the day so far is the giant tray of slightly soggy sandwiches left over from the farewell party for Kerry (is it bad that I don't know who the F Kerry is?) that I found in the fridge in room 3 down in clinic. yessss!!

-Let's please, please discuss the paiful irony of the fact that a critically ill, cachectic (around 100lb), snaggletoothed, jaundiced liver patient, told me I look pale and need to get some color in my face?

-Faux Pas of the weekend: discharged a patient who was better from her presenting complaint to a rehab closer to her home where her family can visit her, making her so happy, she cried a little. Got home to do signout and found it said in bold "do not discharge." Oh, for fuck's sake. You think you do one good thing!

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