There are days when I regretted not to have been strict with patients. After a grueling day yesterday, I sat down in front of the tv before I would hit the sack later thinking I had done a lot for the day and deserve the rest. Much to my disappointment, the phone rang and my hospital resident informed me that the patient and the anesthesiologist are waiting for me in the operating room. Oh s....
I have been convincing this female patient to have an incision and drainage of an abscess in her breast the day before. But she thought she knew better and insisted to have some oral antibiotics and would not do anything with surgery come hell fire and brimstone. Probably because the pain was becoming unbearable, she admitted herself into the hospital and want the surgery done pronto in the middle of the night when I was supposed to have my rest. I was so reluctant to leave my music room and the comfort that it provides; no sound from the outside including the voice of the wife ( hahaha); no patients to see and the smell that accompany diabetic foot; and the force de major to finish a surgery no matter the pain in the back, the stiffness of the legs and the hunger in the stomach.
Well, you guessed it. I did get up, drive the car, went up the operating room and did the thing. Oh sh....
I have been convincing this female patient to have an incision and drainage of an abscess in her breast the day before. But she thought she knew better and insisted to have some oral antibiotics and would not do anything with surgery come hell fire and brimstone. Probably because the pain was becoming unbearable, she admitted herself into the hospital and want the surgery done pronto in the middle of the night when I was supposed to have my rest. I was so reluctant to leave my music room and the comfort that it provides; no sound from the outside including the voice of the wife ( hahaha); no patients to see and the smell that accompany diabetic foot; and the force de major to finish a surgery no matter the pain in the back, the stiffness of the legs and the hunger in the stomach.
Well, you guessed it. I did get up, drive the car, went up the operating room and did the thing. Oh sh....
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