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Was supposed to be in the ER for 10 hours but ended up being there for 11.5 hours. Saw some crazy homeless guy who slurred so much when he spoke, I feel like getting him drunk would've made him more articulate. Saw some dumb ass meth addict who stole a car and tried to run from the cops and ended up getting bit pretty hard by the police dog. He was screaming the whole time he was in the ER. Haha Dr. Brown looked at his arm and told him "we may have to amputate" just to scare him. Speaking of Dr. Brown I've never seen someone with such a short attention span who also happens to facially resemble a hatched baby bird. We had two Indian girls from England who went to medical school in Prague shadowing Dr. Brown. They were both pretty cute and really nice and friendly with British accents (very attractive). One of them was named Krupta. Too bad they were only visiting for one day. |
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| Training Day 1:
I started my training to become an ER scribe today and even though the Emergency Department was relatively slow that day, there's definitely a lot to learn. I think I've underestimated the scribe's responsibilities in working with the physician or mid-level practitioner (PA or NP). The job definitely requires thinking on your feet and being able to accurately and concisely record a patient while listening to him recount his history. I love being there though. I love the interaction between the employees. I'm surprised by how amicably the physicians, nurses, and technicians can interact. There's definitely a good flow to the ER. It's fascinating trying to apply my basic understanding of the health sciences to the many and various cases seen in the ER. There's definitely some depressing things to see. A little girl came in who was bit by a large dog. She had some bruises from bite marks on her cheek and she was missing little chunks of her lip. The sad thing is that her lip will never look the same despite treatment. I saw a patient pass away in one of the rooms despite efforts to resuscitate her. Watching the physician pronounce her time of death and the emotional pain of her family members reminded me of my Grandfather's passing. Speaking of my Grandfather, I saw a harahbohjee at a Korean Catholic church in LA this past Sunday. He was the spitting image of my Grandfather with his ramrod straight posture, stern expression, thinning hair, and slightly sagging facial features. He could've been my Grandfather 5-10 years ago. It amused me to no end watching him and noticing the similarities.
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| Well I didn't completely cut out soda for a month, but I've cut down a lot. I think I drink soda probably 2-3 times a week? Not bad for the guy who at one point drank 3-4 cans a day. Can't wait til Friday!
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| I think when friends fight they should: try remembering their good times together, consider the possibility that maybe their whole argument is a misunderstanding, and remember that everyone has done something fucked up to someone else. Is it that hard to forgive and forget, especially knowing you're not a saint yourself? |
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