Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Lunch with a drug rep
Monday night, 8:15 p.m.
Mr. Wet: "Um, I have an appointment for tomorrow morning, and it's supposed to rain."
Dr. Grumpy: "Yes?"
Mr. Wet: "I don't like to drive in the rain. Do you know what the chance for rain is?"
Dr. Grumpy: "No sir, I don't. My office will be open, regardless."
Mr. Wet: "Yeah, but... I just don't want to take chances. I hate rain. I'd like to reschedule."
Dr. Grumpy: "Okay, I'll have Mary call you tomorrow."
Mr. Wet: "Do you know what the forecast is for the rest of the week?"
Dr. Grumpy: "No, but I'm sure you can find it on TV, or the newspaper, or the internet."
Mr. Wet: "Can Mary look it up and have it handy when she calls?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Have a good night, sir."
Monday, February 15, 2010
Counting, the lost art
Dr. Grumpy: "What is it?"
Mr. Number: "Coumadin, Toprol, and Metformin."
(On the other hand, I'm glad he didn't say "a round white thing that I put in my mouth and swallow")
Paging Sue, in Michigan
Dr. Grumpy: "Does she have any family?"
Social worker: "Nothing. No kids, siblings, anything. Not even friends we can find. Her landlord says she once mentioned a 2nd or 3rd cousin in Michigan."
Dr. Grumpy: "Do we have a name?"
Social worker: "Thought the first name is Sue. That's all he knows."
Dr. Grumpy: "Well, that definitely narrows it down."
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Dear ICU Nurses,
I feel terrible. And I know I will pay for the consequences of my actions.
But it's been a horrible shitty awful weekend on call.
And it isn't MY fault that one of you put A WHOLE BOX of Reese's peanut butter & chocolate valentine hearts next to the phone I was dictating on.
So I'm sorry there aren't any left now.
Yours truly,
Ibee "Dr. Fatso" Grumpy
Today's Quiz
A. Crying, and holding your grandfather.
B. Silently hugging your parents and kids.
C. Offer the neurologist some Sudafed and a Kleenex.
D. Looking up at the ceiling and yelling, "WHY?" repeatedly.
E. Complain loudly that you've noticed the wall sink in the ER room (which you're being moved out of, anyway) is broken, and demand to talk to a maintenance supervisor immediately.
If you answered E, it was a blast meeting you this morning. As you requested, a plumber and a neurosurgeon have been called, in that order. I think we can fix the sink.
Sunday Morning Rounds
Mrs. Ictal: "I remember that bitch nurse waking me up. She kept asking me if I was okay. Of course I'm not okay. I'm in a fucking hospital, and seizure or not it was the first decent sleep I've had since I got here, and she had to ruin it."
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Deja vu all over again
Dr. Grumpy: "Hi, I'm Dr. Grumpy. I'm a neurologist and..."
Mr. Stroke: "IT'S SATURDAY! FUCK OFF!"
Mrs. Stroke: "George! Calm down!"
Dr. Grumpy: "I'm sorry, they said..."
Mr. Stroke: "IT'S SATURDAY! FUCK OFF!"
Mrs. Stroke: "Sorry, doctor. He can't help it."
Dr. Grumpy: "I understand. What happened?"
Mrs. Stroke: "Well, he was fine last night, but since waking up this morning all he's been able to say is..."
Mr. Stroke: "IT'S SATURDAY! FUCK OFF!"
Mrs. Stroke: "... like that."
Dr. Grumpy: "Anything else you've noticed?"
Mrs. Stroke: "No. Why does he do that? He's actually very polite."
Mr. Stroke Jr.: "Yeah, normally Dad would never swear."
Dr. Grumpy: "Well, the stroke has affected the speaking part of his brain, so even though he may want to say something nice, the damaged part can only produce a few words, like..."
Mr. Stroke: "IT'S SATURDAY! FUCK OFF!"
Mrs. Stroke: "This is so awful!"
Dr. Grumpy: "That's true, you're absolutely right."
REALLY old SNL fans may recognize the humor in my last comment, but no one in the room, or the nurse outside, did. Which is probably good.
On call and sick
And fun it is not
When you have to take call
With a nose full of snot.
With a throat full of phlegm
The constant clearing (ahem)
And a head full of pain
And a fuzzy clogged brain
It is so hard to round
When you want to fall to ground
Your muscles are mud
With bad bugs in your blood
And you go home to rest
But the ER knows best
And they dial your cell
So you drive back to hell
But your throat feels sore
So you're a Tylenol whore
With boogers you abhor
Give me Sudafed- MORE!
This fucking sucks
Regardless of the bucks
I hate being on call
That is all.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Dear Middle-of-Nowhere Medical Center
You can stop now. I swear. We faxed the release 5 hours ago. So far we've received back 22 faxed copies of MY OWN RELEASE (it was a fax, I promise we have the original) from you and 18 copies of his 14 page hospital records. At this rate I'm going to have to send Mary to Costco for more paper.
I'm sure getting a release from a real gosh-durn big city doctor-o-medicine was the most exciting thing to happen at your hospital since a paint truck overturned there in 1999, but you should try to curb your enthusiasm. I have all that I need now, and you can stop.
But can you see Russia from the ship?
Mrs. Geography: "We're taking a cruise out of New York. We fly to Niagara Falls, and board the ship. From there it goes up to Alaska, and we spend a few days there, and after a week we're back in New York. I'm looking forward to it, because I've never been to Alaska before."
How NOT to get in to see Dr. Grumpy
Mary: "Dr. Grumpy's office, this is Mary."
Mrs. Hag: "Yeah, I have a 4:00 appointment today."
Mary: "Yes... It's 3:55 now. Where are you?"
Mrs. Hag: "I'm leaving my house now. I'll be there in about 30 minutes or so."
Mary: "Uh, we close at 5. Dr. Grumpy has to go to the hospital."
Mrs. Hag: "Bullshit. You can wait for me. I'd have been there sooner, but had a lot of laundry to put away, and lost track of time."
Mary: "No, we can't, but I can reschedule you for..."
Mrs. Hag: "LOOK, BITCH! DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME? I AM ON MY FUCKING WAY AND YOU ARE GOING TO WAIT FOR ME!"
Mary: "Don't speak to me like that."
Mrs. Hag: "I'll talk to you however I want! I'm a paying customer."
Mary: "You..."
Dr. Grumpy reaches over Mary's shoulder, silences the speaker phone, and picks up the receiver.
Dr. Grumpy: "This is Dr. Grumpy."
Mrs. Hag: "Yeah, I'm on my way to my appointment, I'll be there in about half an hour, and your phone bitch is telling me I can't come in today! I need help, and you're going to wait for me!"
Dr. Grumpy: "No, I'm not. Since you weren't here on time, we are leaving."
Mrs. Hag: "Then you damn well better see me tomorrow!"
Dr. Grumpy: "No. You are not coming to see me. Today, tomorrow, or ever. I will not see anyone who treats my staff like this."
Mrs. Hag "WHAT KIND OF ASSHOLE ARE YOU TO TREAT A SUFFERING PERSON LIKE THIS? I'M GOING TO REPORT YOU TO THE MEDICAL BOARD AND POLICE AND CITY AND HOSPITALS AND MY INSURANCE AND..."
Dr. Grumpy: "Have a nice day." (Hangs up)
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Patient quote of the day
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