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A Taste of your own Medicine: January 2011
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011. My Stages of Grief. This post continues on from my first one, "The Night I Became a Doctor". And as a note for my future posts, I use a unisex "they, their" reference to patients in order to help keep private information confidential. As much as I would like to make my stories more personal by using he/she pronouns, I feel compelled to use as little information possible so that I may protect a patient's identity. Why so much smoking despite inordinate amounts of warning?
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A Taste of your own Medicine: February 2011
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Monday, February 21, 2011. My Big Catch and the ER. For those of you who know me, you know that I am somebody who is very hard on myself (and, unfortunately on others sometimes as well.) But, today, I had a moment that I am actually quite proud of. I found it very fitting to share, especially after my last post sharing a story that reminded me of why I became a doctor, because today I had another one. Second, "Does this patient even need to be here? Or, "do they need to be in the hospital? Sometimes pati...
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A Taste of your own Medicine: Why am I doing this?
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Friday, February 18, 2011. Why am I doing this? I knew she wasn't going to like what I said but I wanted to be honest, as giving too short of an estimate would not only piss her off, but most importantly it would make the patient and their family feel neglected by me. "An hour or two." A few seconds of silence. "Two hours! My first admission of the day. yet another drunk guy. What was his admission diagnosis? Save a few curse words in between. I'm sick of this shit! He was not just frustrated, he was liv...
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A Taste of your own Medicine: The Night I Became a Doctor
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Saturday, December 25, 2010. The Night I Became a Doctor. Had I transferred them improperly? Was their health now in danger because I rushed them out of the ICU before they were ready? Did I forget to prescribe all of the proper medications on their transfer to the regular floor? I responded semi-sarcastically, "I think I became a doctor last night." He laughed knowingly. I savored the thought for a few moments before starting my morning routine again, still 6 hours from going home to sleep.
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A Taste of your own Medicine: My Stages of Grief
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011. My Stages of Grief. This post continues on from my first one, "The Night I Became a Doctor". And as a note for my future posts, I use a unisex "they, their" reference to patients in order to help keep private information confidential. As much as I would like to make my stories more personal by using he/she pronouns, I feel compelled to use as little information possible so that I may protect a patient's identity. Why so much smoking despite inordinate amounts of warning?
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A Taste of your own Medicine: December 2010
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Saturday, December 25, 2010. The Night I Became a Doctor. Had I transferred them improperly? Was their health now in danger because I rushed them out of the ICU before they were ready? Did I forget to prescribe all of the proper medications on their transfer to the regular floor? I responded semi-sarcastically, "I think I became a doctor last night." He laughed knowingly. I savored the thought for a few moments before starting my morning routine again, still 6 hours from going home to sleep.
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A Taste of your own Medicine: My Big Catch and the ER
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Monday, February 21, 2011. My Big Catch and the ER. For those of you who know me, you know that I am somebody who is very hard on myself (and, unfortunately on others sometimes as well.) But, today, I had a moment that I am actually quite proud of. I found it very fitting to share, especially after my last post sharing a story that reminded me of why I became a doctor, because today I had another one. Second, "Does this patient even need to be here? Or, "do they need to be in the hospital? Sometimes pati...
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A Taste of your own Medicine: New Blog!
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