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to the lady complaining loudly about me after i leave the room... just because i close the curtain on your narcotic-seeking, symptom-faking self doesn't mean i can't hear you. it's a CURTAIN. and moreover, what you're saying doesn't make me any more likely to give you what you want. might wanna take that into consideration next time you call 911 claiming to have fallen. oh and by the way, the paramedics actually remember that they took to you another ER last week, for the same exact complaint. the psych side of me acknowledges that this is why it's called a personality/substance-use DISORDER, the human side of me is still ridiculously frustrated and disgusted.
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i am more determined now than ever to discuss end of life care with my family and patients. coded an 86 year old Asian grandma yesterday who collapsed in the hallway before even being roomed in the ER. as i stood on a stool over her, pounding her chest as her horrified family sobbed in the hallway, i thought... why? and, this is really not the way life should end.
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on a happier note, i think that the ER folks are kinda like brothers/sisters from another mother to FP folks. but also like siblings who wonder how they could have come from the same parents sometimes.
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as happy as i will be to be done with calls and night shifts FOREVER, i must say that my absence has inspired the hubs to great culinary heights. there really is nothing like coming back after a 12+ hour shift to a home-cooked meal.
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i've been very impressed by the ER staff's growing familiarity and expertise with dealing with psychiatric emergencies. am the opposite of impressed by what this says about the state of mental health care in our county.
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2 weeks of jeopardy, and 2 weeks of night float then i'm done with inpatient rotations foreva. BRING IT ON!
