Thursday already.

Hmmm, the days are going by so quickly. Another two shifts down, 6 to go. Of course, as soon as I decide to go part time, I feel like I’m starting to get more control of the situation. It’s still exhausting, but I’m friends with the docs now. I can see how care gets compromised. Let’s say you have this pregnant lady coming in complaining of abdominal pain. She is admitted under the general hospitalist care. But they need a surgical consult to see if they want to do surgery. So surgery – before they see her – tell her to stop eating, just in case they want to do surgery that day. They come in and see her, decide to not do surgery and then forget about her. But they forget to let her eat again. So the computer system is stuck. The kitchen can’t send food because she’s not suppose to eat anything. I can’t let her eat anything because I’m like – it says you can’t eat. I call the hospitalist and say – this pregnant lady hasn’t eaten in like 36 hours she’s not having surgery today, can I feed her? The hospitalist says – surgery has to decide. I keep trying to call surgery. The surgical resident (who, it takes me 2 hours to reach them because, duh, they are in surgery) says, there is nothing in the attending’s note that says anything about eating or not eating. I’m like – this pregnant lady hasn’t eaten in 36 hours, are we really not going to let her eat? The resident is like, yes, she’s not eating.

Jeremy & Edda both got walloped by a cold on Tuesday/Wed. Edda and Jeremy both went to school/work on Tuesday, but Edda came home on Tuesday night coughing and sniffling. That night, Jeremy started to feel lousy. I was at the hospital on Wed, so Jeremy and Ning sent Edda to school on Wed, but Jeremy was home sick and then got the call from Edda’s school to pick her up at noon. I have no idea why I’m not sick, because I have people coughing in my face ALL THE TIME. And all I can think about is – god I hope it’s not TB. I’m actually fine when I have a patient who I know has TB – because then they are in the negative pressure room and you wear the N95 mask and you kind of avoid their space as much as possible, but when someone is coughing and they are in a regular room and then you are not masked or anything, you are just kind of like – if it’s TB, I’m totally screwed. Jeremy does not like this line of thought.

The house is a complete disaster. I haven’t really picked up in 10 months now. It is just overflowing with crap. Crap is on the floors, crap is in all the closets. We can’t find certain crap, so then we have to rebuy crap to replace the unfound crap, thus doubling our crap. It is no good. And since Bob and Katherine are moving to Europe, we have asked to bring in things that aren’t crap at all, but deserve some attention which are all sitting in a metaphorical pile in the living room. I’m looking forward to cleaning up the house. In three weeks.

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