Fun with surgeons

Almost finished now with my two week stint at the community hospital, then off to the ICU. It actually has been pretty good thus far - the nurses draw their own labs, which is nice, and when you order an MRI you can actually get the scan done in your lifetime.

The thing that has been most aggravating, actually, has been my interaction with the surgery department. Seems they enjoy turfing their patients to us and then complaining about the ins and outs of the care we give their patients. They even change the orders we put in. I had a patient with a small bowel obstruction (a problem that can be cured only by cutting it out) because they wouldn't take care of her. They "consulted" for a few days, changed my orders and bitched about the meds, fluids, tubes (you name it), and then finally realized "hey, this lady has a surgical issue" and took her to the OR.

That would be kinda interesting if I could refuse patients when I didn't feel like admitting them. Having a heart attack, Mr. Jones? I want to make it home to go watch a football game. Go see your orthapedic surgeon. I'll "consult" if anything comes up.

Root, root root for the home team?

The missus and I are sitting here watching MNF right now - it's Atlanta v. Philadelphia. We are both big Patriots fans, but since we live in Philly, and they are in the NFC anyway, we figured we'd root for them too.

I realize, though, as I watch the game something important that affects that plan. I really don't like the Eagles. TO is a dick, and Donovan McNabb always bothered me a little bit. I think it's the way he said "Hmm... Good.." in that Chunky soup commercial - he let his inner retard out. His fake mom was a little demonic, too. I can't cheer for a retard with a fake devil mom and a big dick.

I've decided to settle for indifference.

Blessed Quiet

The missus and I were at a wedding over the weekend - I was a groomsman, she was a reader. I noticed she was sounding a bit cracky/coarse the day of the wedding and while reading there were some volume difficulties. Well, we had a good time over the evening, but when I woke in the AM, I could no longer hear my wife. Yep, that's right, she's got laryngitis.

For those of you that don't know her, her normal volume is about 10dB louder than anyone else talks (or really wants to listen to, for that matter). The day of the wedding she was at normal. Today... well... when I ignore her today it isn't on purpose.

Bush's thoughts on the toilet

Hmm... How can I help those people down in Louisiana...

I know! We'll build boat. A big boat. Like an ark. And we'll get everyone on in pairs. Yeah, that's a good idea. I'll go ask Dick if that's ok. And they said I needed to quit vacation a few days ago to come back and help efforts. Definitely no rush to get congress back, though - it's not like anyone's feeding tube is being removed.

Maybe I can tie this in to the war on terror... or maybe I can use this to change environmental regulations to allow more pollution in the name of gas prices (oh, I did that already)... or maybe I can get my approval ratings up by visiting the area and looking sympathetic... We'll schedule that for tomorrow. Let's practice my faces - first, stupid shitass grin for "we're gonna send down help" , then sad face for "I'm so sorry that you (poor people, democrats, non-aryan) people are dying". Yeah, that looks like I care.