Had a collection of shorter cases this week. Didn't plan for that, just happened. Well almost didn't. As 11:00pm hit last night, about every patient on the floor as well as the ED seemed to need something or other. At 3:00am I put an end to the nonsense and told the nurse on the phone, "ok, I'm coming in to look at him." I hung up the phone, pulled on my scrubs and opted to reach for the compression socks. I was gonna have to take this guy back to the OR, might as well be prepared for it. In the end, I was not in the OR, was able to abate everyone's fears, click some new orders into the chart, and head home again. So almost didn't, but turned out to be a week of short cases.
As a completely tangential aside, little old ladies (and I mean physiologically old, not chronologically) really need to take care to stop. I think they come from a generation where they always took care of everyone else, they don't know how to not do that. Even when they physically can't anymore. They end up in the hospital, and I can't tell you how my heart sinks when the ED doc starts his/her story, "I've got here a 91 year old lady...." It doesn't matter how that story ends, I already know its not good. May be arguable, but I think an easy answer could be more flexibility. We all need to be more flexible, myself included. Adjust our lifestyle to what our situation is, what the needs around us are, and even consider honestly our capabilities. For these little old ladies, they need to stop, they need to ask for help, they need to sit down and let someone take care of them.
Going to once again post a few pictures for myself. My sisters, brother-in-law, and nephews came to visit last weekend.
We visited Fair Oaks Farm.
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