Yesterday was dreadful. Our crazy consultant (A part time ballet-dancer who continually refers to himself in the third person) decided that we might be getting a bit depressed on the elderly care wards watching him fill out death certificates and so he organised a fun day for us in the stroke unit. Most of the patients in there were vegetables, and by mid-morning I was about ready to kill myself rather than risk ending up like them. I'd tried to examine some of the patients as the SHO asked me to but it was almost impossible and I just got dribbled on for my efforts. I guess the only comfort is that the survival rate for most people on that ward is about 3 days and nearly all of them have DNAR instructions. Thankfully I've now finished elderly care and will be spending the next 3 weeks in the eye infirmary.
I'm driving to London early tomorrow with
August 26 2005, 07:20:37 UTC 6 years ago
Nathan, the Toxic Pixie