[ FIFTEEN ] I SHOULD GET PAID TO DO THIS.
Some of my patients have not yet realized that they're in a hospital and not a country club. I accompanied the hospital nutritionist today on her rounds -- my resident told me to learn something -- and I tried, really. I had my palm pilot at the ready in preparation -- soft diet, diabetic diet, cardiac diet, I knew them all -- but nothing could prepare me for the patient who demanded the crust be cut from his bread, declared mayonnaise to be the root of all evil and threw a cup of pudding at me for just suggesting that it could be an essential part of his diet.
He threw a cup of pudding at me.
My resident assured me that this, in fact, was not the worst thing that could have happened and I should consider myself lucky that he didn't throw his bedpan at me. She said that things like this happen every day. I have a feeling, however, that later, my entire team was laughing at me behind my back. I am almost certain that I heard the intern call me pudding girl.
THIS IS NOT THE KIND OF REPUTATION I'D HOPED TO ACQUIRE. DR. PUDDING GIRL SOUNDS HORRIBLE.
I love this job, but I miss my index cards.
He threw a cup of pudding at me.
My resident assured me that this, in fact, was not the worst thing that could have happened and I should consider myself lucky that he didn't throw his bedpan at me. She said that things like this happen every day. I have a feeling, however, that later, my entire team was laughing at me behind my back. I am almost certain that I heard the intern call me pudding girl.
THIS IS NOT THE KIND OF REPUTATION I'D HOPED TO ACQUIRE. DR. PUDDING GIRL SOUNDS HORRIBLE.
I love this job, but I miss my index cards.