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Interesting few days. Saw Ruthven, who's not doing as well as he would like, but is something of a miracle nonetheless, and put him on albuterol which ought to help. There was a particularly tiresome drunk in the casualty department today who insisted not only that he was not drunk but that he was, in fact, Ludwig of Bavaria; a statement which was met with much hilarity from the rest of the meth-addicted kiddywinks waiting for the spiders to go away. He proceeded to enlarge on his theme before being cataclysmically sick all over two perfectly innocent physicians' assistants, which wasn't at all fair on them.
I'm still stupidly happy. It's been days, and I've not heard from him, but I'm not yet getting that oh-god-I-scared-him-off thing just yet. Martinson is being a dick, as per usual, and he's apparently decided out of his infinite wisdom that all on-call physicians attend a class on Patient Sensitivity, which apparently means not telling an idiot he's an idiot. Martinson himself could use some Patient Sensitivity training: I saw him frighten a poor young girl who had come to the wrong department for her first gyn appointment ever--she actually burst into tears. He's a bastard.
I suppose you have to be, to run a department. Still, I wouldn't mind having at him with the Thorazine some of these nights.
Ah, well. Back to work.
I'm still stupidly happy. It's been days, and I've not heard from him, but I'm not yet getting that oh-god-I-scared-him-off thing just yet. Martinson is being a dick, as per usual, and he's apparently decided out of his infinite wisdom that all on-call physicians attend a class on Patient Sensitivity, which apparently means not telling an idiot he's an idiot. Martinson himself could use some Patient Sensitivity training: I saw him frighten a poor young girl who had come to the wrong department for her first gyn appointment ever--she actually burst into tears. He's a bastard.
I suppose you have to be, to run a department. Still, I wouldn't mind having at him with the Thorazine some of these nights.
Ah, well. Back to work.