Sigh
There are times when my job couldn't get better. (I.e; today at the barbecue)
And there are times when it couldn't get worse. (I.e; today right after barbecue)
But the food was good.
[Private]When I came in from the barbecue, smelling rather like charcoal, I had a case sitting on my desk. That always means a bad thing, when the nurses clear your desk off to highlight a file. I've got an expectant mother, diagnosed with HIV/AIDs. According to her, she's never used needle drugs nor been unfaithful to her husband in their relationship. This means several things. Either A)She's lying, A2)Her husband's a junkie, or A3)Her husband endangered her life and that of her child knowingly by having unprotected sex. If A2 or 3 are true, then I've got a family of HIV patients, assuming the fetus survives. If A1 is true, then I've got a mother who engaged in risky behavior at the expense of her child.
The options all suck. And, I need Victoria Alreda to see an OB-GYN, but I can't refer her. The case needs to stay with me. So, I need to talk to someone from Benson's department. Therefore, I will. However, once again, the options all suck.[/Private]
Dr. Benson-
I need an OB-GYN consult on a Victoria Alreda, at earliest convenience. If you could please send an attending down, I'll walk him or her through the case.
-EJ Riley