Saturday, May 9, 2009
The Concern is Overwhelming – and Embarrassing
After receiving orders to prepare a massive amount of antibiotics, analgesics and anti-emetics for a patient diagnosed with a ruptured appendix, I dragged myself to the med room and starting preparing one med after the other. Problem is that I was feeling extremely queasy (midnight shawarma is a bad idea) and had a massive headache (from the call bell constantly going off from a room with no patient). Then I thought, "what the hell! I’m in the med room standing right smack in front of ibuprofen and gravol. I will take some!" So I did just that. Except the med room has a glass window and a few patients were sitting outside. One of them thought that I was trying to kill myself so he grabbed two staff doctors, a resident and the charge nurse. They burst into the med room and demanded to know what I took! Imagine my surprise when I was confronted with a miniature infantry of green while I’m holding up a giant syringe filled with ceftriaxone. After being forced to reveal that all I took was gravol and ibuprofen, the concerned patient turned beet red and skulked away while the my charge nurse told me try some of the more fun drugs next time. Maybe I will!