While the doctor called Grumpy slept at his place Came a call for him to pick up the pace The ER was calling Some guy was a-falling You better get in to give give Alteplase.
OMG. I totally forgot about that. I used to be a rape crisis councilor (pre-baby-havin')- when a victim arrived at any hospital in the area, one of us got the page to show up and help her (I did have one male once, though) through her experience and refer her to services. We also brought them clothing, as law enforcement often took the clothes she came in wearing as evidence. Anyway, that pager sat right on my nightstand, right my head, like a little ticking bomb. Would I get a night's sleep, or would I be heading out to a hospital 20 miles away at 2am? To this day, I can't stand the sound of a pager.
This blog is entirely for entertainment purposes. All posts about patients, or my everyday life, or anything else may be fictional, or be my experience, or were submitted by a reader, or any combination of the above. Factual statements may or may not be accurate. I could be making all this up. I may not even be a doctor. The only true statement on here is that I probably drink more Diet Coke than you do. A lot more.
Singing Foo!
Twitter fans- you can follow me @docgrumpy
Cast of Characters:
Annie: My Phenomenal MA Mary: My Awesome Secretary Ed: The office fish Dr. Pissy: The guy I share an office with Mrs. Grumpy:My Boss (also the world's greatest school nurse) Frank, Craig, and Marie:The Grumpy Tribe Garlic and Riley: The Grumpy Dogs
Questions? Comments? Biting sarcasm? Write to: pagingdrgrumpy [at] gmail [dot] com
Note: I do not answer medical questions. If you are having a medical issue, see your own doctor. For all you know I'm really a Mongolian yak herder and have no medical training at all except in issues regarding the care and feeding of Mongolian yaks.
15 comments:
While the doctor called Grumpy slept at his place
Came a call for him to pick up the pace
The ER was calling
Some guy was a-falling
You better get in to give give Alteplase.
Like!
oh, that is beautiful.
I'm on call right now (not health care, but IT) and I love that image of a live bedside hand grenade.
love the call Haike and your "I Hate Call" poem.
you speak for most medical professions who HAVE to take call.
OMG !! Doc, u started writing haiku too :P Here's one of mine...
Sleepin with a grin
In afternoon pharmac class
On general anaesthetics
Perfect ~
A most excellent haiku!
ROFLMAO.
My hubby thinks my grednade should be flushed down the toilet!
Oops. I typed in "give" twice. Well, you get the idea.
Love it!
Now that was a big surprise!You are a man of many talents, for sure.
Awesome!
Melissa
i hate call.
OMG. I totally forgot about that. I used to be a rape crisis councilor (pre-baby-havin')- when a victim arrived at any hospital in the area, one of us got the page to show up and help her (I did have one male once, though) through her experience and refer her to services. We also brought them clothing, as law enforcement often took the clothes she came in wearing as evidence. Anyway, that pager sat right on my nightstand, right my head, like a little ticking bomb. Would I get a night's sleep, or would I be heading out to a hospital 20 miles away at 2am? To this day, I can't stand the sound of a pager.
Love it Dr. Grumpy!
here's my semiplagiaristic response:
antigravity
asleep oncall phone ringing
levitates me
Post a Comment