wow! my eyes change colour!!!
Yesterday was an interesting day. it was the day after the night before that my department organises once every 8 months or so. A rep (i.e. a corporate pusher!) organises a night out with free food and wine and during the evening tries to flog us the latest in medical tech. If I'm honest I think only 10% of us care about the tech, the rest of us want the free hospitality at the expense of another, at a restaurant with slightly better food than the local McDonalds.
So we smile, and listen and silently wonder when’s the entree coming?
But it has to be a Thursday. So that requires the majority of staff to work the Friday which, in Urology is often the hardest day of the week. And after getting home "tipsy" and falling into bed past midnight I find the alarm going off at 6am and stagger back in to face the world for 8 o'clock.
Coffee. Coffee is good.
And apparently the mix of alcohol and 5 hours sleep cause my eyes to turn blue. they're usually grey and they slowly leeched back to their original state as the day progressed (and I sobered up).
Problem is for working in hospitals is often the smell. Urine, poo, blood, burning skin from the diathermies, for the first hour I needed a bucket next to my trolley. Though since i was wearing a mask if i did need to vom there and then chances are I wouldn't have remained sterile. in hindsight the bucket was merely for damage control.
But the bad news is that as the day goes on. I start to get VERY tired. and I often resort to the mental attitude of a four year old. so come 3pm and the BIG case is coming to a close I'm not speaking to anybody.
I know this is immature but I don't know how to grow up in that aspect. I don't want to get into a slanging match with anyone in work, especially during a procedure, but i do feel sometimes that I'm not really taken like I know anything. And if I'm honest I don't think I do for a lot of the cases.
Of course I know the physiology. But how certain machines work in the theatre, no i don't know that. Because I've never been shown and because I'm usually scrubbed anyway (therefore sterile) and if i needed to tell someone how to do something chances are they'd want a faster answer from someone else.
i tell you, getting people to stop talking over you sometimes takes the patience of a saint.
I often use the Mark Twain quote to calm myself down. I don't know if I'm deluding myself but it just keeps my choler in check before i say something i might regret.
"Tis best to remain silent and give the impression of an idiot, than open your mouth and remove all doubt" [paraphrased, i know].
roll on Monday.
oh yeah and my birthday's on Thursday. hooray.. :(
So we smile, and listen and silently wonder when’s the entree coming?
But it has to be a Thursday. So that requires the majority of staff to work the Friday which, in Urology is often the hardest day of the week. And after getting home "tipsy" and falling into bed past midnight I find the alarm going off at 6am and stagger back in to face the world for 8 o'clock.
Coffee. Coffee is good.
And apparently the mix of alcohol and 5 hours sleep cause my eyes to turn blue. they're usually grey and they slowly leeched back to their original state as the day progressed (and I sobered up).
Problem is for working in hospitals is often the smell. Urine, poo, blood, burning skin from the diathermies, for the first hour I needed a bucket next to my trolley. Though since i was wearing a mask if i did need to vom there and then chances are I wouldn't have remained sterile. in hindsight the bucket was merely for damage control.
But the bad news is that as the day goes on. I start to get VERY tired. and I often resort to the mental attitude of a four year old. so come 3pm and the BIG case is coming to a close I'm not speaking to anybody.
I know this is immature but I don't know how to grow up in that aspect. I don't want to get into a slanging match with anyone in work, especially during a procedure, but i do feel sometimes that I'm not really taken like I know anything. And if I'm honest I don't think I do for a lot of the cases.
Of course I know the physiology. But how certain machines work in the theatre, no i don't know that. Because I've never been shown and because I'm usually scrubbed anyway (therefore sterile) and if i needed to tell someone how to do something chances are they'd want a faster answer from someone else.
i tell you, getting people to stop talking over you sometimes takes the patience of a saint.
I often use the Mark Twain quote to calm myself down. I don't know if I'm deluding myself but it just keeps my choler in check before i say something i might regret.
"Tis best to remain silent and give the impression of an idiot, than open your mouth and remove all doubt" [paraphrased, i know].
roll on Monday.
oh yeah and my birthday's on Thursday. hooray.. :(