Stupid, freaking...
Argh! Sometimes I really, really hate my partners. This would be one of them. She left on vacation, and left me with this failure to thrive kid in the hospital. Not that big a deal, right? Well, apparently, their inability to see the problem has translated to an inability to see why they need to stay in the freaking hospital. The nurse called me this evening, wanting me to talk to them and tell them why they need to stay there. ARGH! Not my fucking patient! I *do not* want to spend my one free night this week talking to these people!!! So, I talked the nurse down, and promised to talk to the dad-who is basically the problem-after clinic tomorrow. Great. Lovely. These sorts of things are always fun. Especially since the kid is already having some weird labs, and I'm trying to follow them, and figure out what the deal is. Apparently they did this last night, too, and noone mentioned it to me when I was there this afternoon. WTF!?
So now, I'm left with this totally funky uneasy feeling, not looking forward to tomorrow. (Partly because I hate talking to people who are mean, and I get the feeling this dad is mean. What.ever. Can I just be blunt, and say your kid need to be fed, and we don't trust you to do it?) sigh.
Going away now. Finally finishing my CD project, wherein I transfer all(well, most) of my CDs to my iPod. Have I mentioned I have a shitload of them? Need more storage containers. Then I need to eventually clean up all the paperwork and crap in my kitchen and dining area before my parents get here next month. Not that I'm all that ashamed, but it's just not nice to look at.
So now, I'm left with this totally funky uneasy feeling, not looking forward to tomorrow. (Partly because I hate talking to people who are mean, and I get the feeling this dad is mean. What.ever. Can I just be blunt, and say your kid need to be fed, and we don't trust you to do it?) sigh.
Going away now. Finally finishing my CD project, wherein I transfer all(well, most) of my CDs to my iPod. Have I mentioned I have a shitload of them? Need more storage containers. Then I need to eventually clean up all the paperwork and crap in my kitchen and dining area before my parents get here next month. Not that I'm all that ashamed, but it's just not nice to look at.