Doctor, to the extra-bitchy twat in room 61: "Well, your pregnancy test came back positive."
Twat: "Ugh. Positive for WHAT?!
DTTEBTIR61: "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
Monday, January 16, 2017
Monday, January 9, 2017
Casual racism
So a mother brings her kid in to the ER last night for a fever and cough x4 days.
As per usual, the kid was bundled up in far too many layers and the last dose of tylenol had been at least 12 hours before. The fever of 103.4 was promptly medicated by the nurse in triage, and then the tech walked the mom and kid back to my treatment room. She dropped them off and came out to let me know the patient had arrived, and dropped the phrase "of course the kid has a fever, he's wrapped in all those stupid blankets and Pakistani shit."
First of all, you asshole, the mother was Burmese. You would know that if you had bothered to ask what language she spoke. Second, you assuming she didn't speak English doesn't give you the right to talk at her instead of to her. Third thing, so what if she was from Pakistan? Or India? Or Canada? Who the fuck cares? Last, please find out why she didn't give tylenol before you talk trash.
For the record, the mother spoke passable English - enough that I needed a translator for discharge instructions, but could communicate in English to offer her water or tell her we needed to recheck a rectal temperature on the kid. Thus I had to apologize for the shitty behavior of a tech, because the mother overheard everything and could understand the casual racism being doled out. The kid ended up having pneumonia, so the zyrtec and tylenol her pediatrician had given earlier in the week won't help that. Last dose of tylenol was given so long ago because the dad accidentally took the bag with meds to work with him, and the kid was bundled up because it was really fucking cold outside AND THEY WALKED TO THE ER.
For fuck's sake, this makes me mad.
***
I'm guilty of being irritated when people don't medicate their kids, or show up for incredibly minor complaints. But there's a big difference between irritation at lazy/apathetic parenting vs people in a tough spot doing the best they can. And also I try not to be a racist asshole.
As per usual, the kid was bundled up in far too many layers and the last dose of tylenol had been at least 12 hours before. The fever of 103.4 was promptly medicated by the nurse in triage, and then the tech walked the mom and kid back to my treatment room. She dropped them off and came out to let me know the patient had arrived, and dropped the phrase "of course the kid has a fever, he's wrapped in all those stupid blankets and Pakistani shit."
First of all, you asshole, the mother was Burmese. You would know that if you had bothered to ask what language she spoke. Second, you assuming she didn't speak English doesn't give you the right to talk at her instead of to her. Third thing, so what if she was from Pakistan? Or India? Or Canada? Who the fuck cares? Last, please find out why she didn't give tylenol before you talk trash.
For the record, the mother spoke passable English - enough that I needed a translator for discharge instructions, but could communicate in English to offer her water or tell her we needed to recheck a rectal temperature on the kid. Thus I had to apologize for the shitty behavior of a tech, because the mother overheard everything and could understand the casual racism being doled out. The kid ended up having pneumonia, so the zyrtec and tylenol her pediatrician had given earlier in the week won't help that. Last dose of tylenol was given so long ago because the dad accidentally took the bag with meds to work with him, and the kid was bundled up because it was really fucking cold outside AND THEY WALKED TO THE ER.
For fuck's sake, this makes me mad.
***
I'm guilty of being irritated when people don't medicate their kids, or show up for incredibly minor complaints. But there's a big difference between irritation at lazy/apathetic parenting vs people in a tough spot doing the best they can. And also I try not to be a racist asshole.
Monday, January 2, 2017
2017
I had a great NYE. It's been a crazy busy month with house buying, parents visiting, trying to unpack a house before parents visit, and all that jazz. So for New Years, my husband and I put on pajamas, cooked a glorious fancy steak meal, drank way too much champagne, and didn't leave the house.
New Year's Day started off equally great. We made breakfast, I drank a pot of coffee, it was a beautiful day. And then I went to work.
Where within fifteen minutes of my arrival at the hospital, my second patient of the day was immediately intubated and the shitshow of a shift went downhill from there.
Welcome to 2017.
Sigh.
New Year's Day started off equally great. We made breakfast, I drank a pot of coffee, it was a beautiful day. And then I went to work.
Where within fifteen minutes of my arrival at the hospital, my second patient of the day was immediately intubated and the shitshow of a shift went downhill from there.
Welcome to 2017.
Sigh.
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