Dude, you're a pig

Us guys get a bad rap. And, in all honesty, we at least partially deserve it. I myself am recently guilty of selective hearing.

There are times, however, when I encounter a situation that makes me ashamed to be a carrier for the Y chromosome (like this, from last year).

Yesterday I had a consult on a 24 year old lady who'd been admitted for some pretty scary symptoms. I got to the floor while she was downstairs having an MRI, so I saw a few other patients while waiting for her to come back.

Her boyfriend showed up during this time, discovered she wasn't in the room, and made himself comfortable. He adjusted the bed to a cozy position, bought a bunch of chips and pop from the vending machines, stretched out, and turned on basketball.

After about an hour she was done with the MRI, but there wasn't anyone available to bring her back to the room. Since I wanted to get started on the consult, I went downstairs myself, put her in a wheelchair, and pushed her up to the room.

When I wheeled her in, I looked at Mr. Boyfriend, and said, "You'll have to move to the chair. I need to examine her, and she needs to be in the bed."

He didn't budge. Without looking away from the screen he said, "Dude, I'm watching the game."

Comedy on rounds

I'm evaluating a pleasant, but very forgetful, older gentleman. His family is in the room.

Doctor Grumpy: "He seems to be very forgetful. Is he demented?"

Wife: "Heavens no!"

Daughter: "Oh my God! Is he ever!"

Son: "Maybe just a little."

Patient: "What's demented?"

Sunday morning rounds

Looking through the chart on a new consult. 22 year old female, who suffered a concussion yesterday.

I went in to see her. She had a HUGE bruise on her forehead, a few stitches at the hairline, and looked vague familiar.

Dr. Grumpy: "What happened?"

Miss Concussion: "I was upstairs doing a student nursing rotation yesterday, and had begun throwing up after seeing a lot of blood, when I got really lightheaded and remember falling toward the sink..."

Career change time?

On call today, there was a batch of young student nurses (maybe they were student nurse aids) at the hospital.

I was sitting at a nurses station, when a patient call light went on. One of the nurses, who was filling out forms at a desk, glanced up at a student and said "Hey, can you please see what he wants?"

The student went into the room, and we heard this:

Student: "What can I do for you... OHMYGOD!!!"

Patient: "Sorry, it looks like I'm bleeding a little and..."

Student: "A LITTLE! HOLY HELL! NURSE!"

The student ran out of the room and into the bathroom across the hall.

The nurse went into the room, giggling.

The patient began laughing.

On call. And they do call.

Dr. Grumpy: "This is Dr. Grumpy, returning a page."

Miss Myelin: "Yeah, I see Dr. Cortex for my MS, and I woke up today with blurry vision, and I can barely walk."

Dr. Grumpy: "Have you had this before?"

Miss Myelin: "No, it's new. When my MS acts up Dr. Cortex usually admits me to the hospital for IV steroids."

Dr. Grumpy: "That's standard. I think you need to go to ER, and I'll likely admit you."

Miss Myelin: "Are you kidding? I don't have time for that shit."

Dr. Grumpy: "Excuse me?"

Miss Myelin "I don't have time for that. Can I schedule them for next week, like Wednesday or Thursday?"

Dr. Grumpy: "I suppose, but you'll have to call Dr. Cortex on Monday and... Look, if you're not going to let me help you, why did you even call on the weekend, anyway?"

Miss. Myelin: "Because I thought it might need urgent treatment."

Insanity

A grateful patient brought me a box of chocolates yesterday. So I took it home to share with my kids.

I got home, and they were all excited. You'd think they'd never seen freakin' chocolates before.

I opened the box, and they all peered in. I said they could each take one.

And immediately, a fight broke out.

Did they fight over who got the first candy? No.

Did they fight over who got which candy? No.

They fought over who got the bubble-wrap packaging.

Do you need a prescription for that?

Dr. Grumpy: "Do you take any other medications?"

Mr. Nike: "Umm... I like jogging."

I'm going to change my undies now

I'm with a patient. My cell phone rings. It's the most dreaded caller ID of all: Mrs. Grumpy.


Dr. Grumpy: "Hello?"

Mrs. Grumpy: "Hey, can you pick up Craig on the way home? He's at the police station."

Dr. Grumpy: "OMG! WHAT HAPPENED?!!!"

Mrs. Grumpy: "Nothing. The Boy Scouts are touring it today. I told you that last night."

(long pause)

Dr. Grumpy: "Yes. I knew that."

Mrs. Grumpy: "Idiot."

I'm not that crazy. Yet.

Like most doctors, we have a sign-in sheet. It's not much, people just write their names and the time they arrived.

Mary usually tosses the old one and puts out a new sheet for the next day when she leaves at night, but forgot to yesterday.

So today's first patient comes in, and looks at this long sign-in list of patients seen between 8:00 and 5:00. And she looks at Mary and says "Oh, I had no idea you guys were working night hours now. That would be better for my schedule, too."

Bon voyage

The following message was left on my office voice mail over lunch hour:

"Hi! This is Cindy Scatterbrain! I forgot to call you guys last week, but I'm leaving for France tonight on a 3 month exchange program and so I'll need 3 months of my epilepsy medicine, whatever it's called. Can you guys call that in to my pharmacy ASAP? Or, I'll be near your office later today so do you have 3 months of samples I could pick up? Or if you can't do that, do you guys know a pharmacy in France you could call it to and I'll pick it up when I get there? Thank you!"

Early Wednesday Rounds

I was at the hospital this morning, seeing a new stroke patient.

The head CT was read as normal yesterday afternoon, but when I looked at it I thought there was a stroke on the left side. And I didn't trust the person who'd read it, so I called the night radiologist (who I do trust).

Dr. Radar: "Night desk."

Dr. Grumpy: "Hey, it's Grumpy. I'm looking at the head CT on Mrs. Stroke. It was read yesterday as normal, but I think there's a stroke on the left."

Dr. Radar: "Hang on... No, that's not a stroke. If you look at the other images, it's just artifact."

Dr. Grumpy: "Are you sure? It really looks like a stroke to me."

Dr. Radar: "Positive. Definitely artifact."


I disagreed, but it's his specialty, and I respect him. I got off the phone and began writing my note. About a minute later a nurse came over to say Dr. Radar had called back looking for me.


Dr. Grumpy: "Grumpy."

Dr. Radar: "Yeah, it's Radar again. Did you say the thing on the right or the left?"

Dr. Grumpy: "Left".

Dr. Radar: "Sorry, I thought you said right. Oh yeah, that's definitely a stroke on the left."

Foot, meet mouth

Mrs. Sadd: "I'm sorry I'm late, my husband and I just got back from Hawaii last night."

Dr. Grumpy: "Awesome! That's a fun trip! What did you guys do while you were there?"

Mrs. Sadd: "We went to my father's funeral."

Think green

I was out of syringes and needles, so I ordered some.

They came in cardboard boxes that said "Made from recycled materials."

I really hope they mean the boxes...

Wow! What a great policy!

I noticed this authorization in a patient's chart yesterday. Isn't it awesome?

The patient is only 44, and yet his insurance has been covering him for over 110 years, just waiting for his visit with me earlier this year.


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