Killing Time

Today was not as interesting a day as yesterday, unfortunately. Well, I probably shouldn't start this entry like that - it began well enough, with rounds, and then a trip down to the ED with the reg on duty to assess a couple of kids that were then admitted. The ED up here is crazy - quite small, but extremely busy, and the noise is incredible after being on the quiet paeds ward. Apparently it was a particularly hectic morning in there. This morning a man had doused his home, wife and two infant children in petrol before setting them alight, and that had created quite a commotion (unsurprisingly).

We were mistaken for fifth years this morning, and pimped rather mercilessly by a registrar before he realised there was a reason we didn't know the answers to his questions! The craziest thing about it, though, was that I actually knew the doctor, as he's dating one of my friends from my undergraduate theatre days. He's quite a wanker, though, and despite meeting MBF and I on several occasions he can never seem to remember either of us. Needless to say, he didn't recognise me this morning. When the other med student attempted to introduce us, he quite rudely cut her off, saying he didn't care what our names were - as far as he was concerned, we were student 1 and student 2. He deigned to learn my name once I'd told him we'd met (and had correctly picked pneumothorax from a neonate's X-ray - easy to pick, I know, but I was still excited to at least get something right!). I hope we don't see him again this week - he's certainly not the kind of doctor I ever aspire to becoming.

For the afternoon we were again relegated to clinic, but it was a bit of a dud afternoon, as all of the patients bar one failed to show up to their appointments. It did mean we got an early mark, though, which is nice considering how early we have to be in tomorrow. Surprisingly enough, doing nothing all afternoon quite wore me out!