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Originally Posted by pshrynk
Oh, I could rant for hours aobut the graveyard shift. Such as calls at 1:00 AM to get a maalox order when they're feeling particularly passive aggressive.  |
Oh yeah ... I know them well. Like the time they called me out at about 2 or 3 in the morning, in the middle of a driving blizzard, and me with a case of walking pneumonia, and then handed me a urine specimen the color of your average American stop sign, told me the patient was on her honeymoon, and did I "think" she had blood in her urine??
No ... really .... her urine is that color because she dumped a can of red paint in it. YES, OF COURSE SHE'S GOT BLOOD IN HER URINE!! SHE'S GOT HONEYMOON CYSTITIS!!! May I please go back to bed and die in peace now?? (Cripes ... couldn't they just have asked me that over the phone?? I could have done that diagnosis from 20 miles outside of town.)
And, people ask me why I left medicine for the law. Very few of my current clients have really stupid questions that can't possibly wait until the next morning. Now, the real emergencies never bothered me .... but the OMG, you are kidding me stuff just seemed to happen all the time, that, and the "yes, we knew it was probably an emergency 12 hours ago, but we thought we'd wait until the kid was near death before we brought him in."