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I have survived my first overnight shift as a medical quasi-professional! It felt very adventuresome, what with pouring coffee down my throat and setting off for the hospital at 9:45pm, and the two doctors on the NICU night shift were really nice. I went to a couple of deliveries in theatre and collected cord blood samples, and in between I shoved my skills logbook into their faces and said LET'S HAVE A SIGNING-OFF SPREE and the registrar retaliated by asking me difficult questions and making me assess sick babies ALL NIGHT, which was awesome, but also sort of like running a marathon.
Reg: Now set up this ventilator.
Me: *staring* I have never used this one. I have never used one that LOOKS like this one.
Reg: No help from me! Work it out. Follow the tubes back to the wall if you have to. And tell me some more about jaundice as you do it.
Me: IT IS FOUR IN THE MORNING AND THIS IS CRUEL AND UNUSUAL
Keeping my brain busy really helped when it came to making time fly past, though. I had one dip at 2am (treated with instant coffee. as I was wearing scrubs, I looked exactly like this icon.) and another massive one at 7am when the morning shift staff were arriving and there was nothing to do and all of my tiredness sprang out from whatever rock it had been hiding beneath and punched me in the chest. Luckily one of the special care unit nurses took pity on me and sat me in a chair with a tiny tiny baby and his morning bottle. I think my ovaries expanded to fill most of my abdomen. TINY. TINY. BABY.
Aaaand then I went home and slept all the way through lunch, so I guess now I'll have to go and get tofu pad see euw with chilli or something. WHAT a pity.
Reg: Now set up this ventilator.
Me: *staring* I have never used this one. I have never used one that LOOKS like this one.
Reg: No help from me! Work it out. Follow the tubes back to the wall if you have to. And tell me some more about jaundice as you do it.
Me: IT IS FOUR IN THE MORNING AND THIS IS CRUEL AND UNUSUAL
Keeping my brain busy really helped when it came to making time fly past, though. I had one dip at 2am (treated with instant coffee. as I was wearing scrubs, I looked exactly like this icon.) and another massive one at 7am when the morning shift staff were arriving and there was nothing to do and all of my tiredness sprang out from whatever rock it had been hiding beneath and punched me in the chest. Luckily one of the special care unit nurses took pity on me and sat me in a chair with a tiny tiny baby and his morning bottle. I think my ovaries expanded to fill most of my abdomen. TINY. TINY. BABY.
Aaaand then I went home and slept all the way through lunch, so I guess now I'll have to go and get tofu pad see euw with chilli or something. WHAT a pity.
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(I think it is remotely sad that I look forward to the nightshifts in medschool + years after. I feel like my nocturnal tendencies might finally be put to some use then =_=;)
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I went to a restaurant with singing waiters and I was the only person there who knew/liked Chess music THANKS TO YOU.
Baaaaabiiiies.
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