So many things going on all at the same time...

Here's the short list:

- I did a lecture all about inappropriate use of the Emergency Department.  Highlights included coming into the ER via ambulance, twice, for the same urinary tract infection (yes, those antibiotics ARE free, just go and pick them up!). 

- I apparently won the costume contest at the Halloween party I went to.  Slicy is officially retired from Halloween, which is kinda sad, but it is time to move on.  I already have my idea for next years costume.

- Gwen got really sick and admitted to the hospital.  She's getting an ERCP tomorrow, so that's fun. 

- Samantha got her first haircut.  I feel sad, since I really kind of liked the 7 month old with a mullet look.

- I got yelled at in the ER by a patient when I would not give him narcotics for his sore back.  He is very young and appeared to be in zero pain.  Yet somehow he has chronic back pain.  Despite this he could jump around the room, walk all over the place without difficulty and spent the entirety of his time in the ER on the phone and pacing.  Sorry, I'm just not buying it, no narcs for you, go see your primary care doc.

- Poop

- 3 deer continue to run around my back yard and a flock of turkeys keeps running by, don't they know Thanksgiving is right around the corner?

Don't you hate it when you wake up, look at the clock, and realize that your alarm didn't go off.  Not only that, but you were sure, extra sure in fact, that you set it the night before.  So then you rush through your morning routine knowing full well that there will surely be a white-hot corny-chunk containing shit-storm waiting for you once you get to work and their is nothing that you can do about it. 



In addition to this.  Don't you hate it when your car is low on gas.  You remember thinking to yourself: "hey I have plenty of time now to fill it up, but I really just want to get home to relax, but I have to be sure to get up early to fill it up or I might be late for work, or even worse, run out of gas and be REALLY late."   Unfortunately, you forgot about that and did not fill the car up so now you have to get gas anyways.  So you pull over and try to pump gas quickly as if the 7 seconds you save by quickly shoving the handle in your car will really make a difference.  But then as you try to do the same in removing it you forgot that a little leftover piss of gasoline is always waiting in the end of the handle which flies though the air and covers your pants, shirt, face, and hands with just enough of a misting to give you the aroma of Captain Wanker the Moron who can't pump gas without getting it all freakin' over himself.


And don't you hate it as well when you are already rushing so you did not have any time to get a real breakfast.  You were smart enough to grab a can of Mt. Dew out of the fridge and a nutra-grain bar but that was about it.  You were OK with this being your breakfast until some douchebag slams on his brakes at a barely yellow light that you had already committed to going through so you had to either a) perform amazing evasive maneuvers using only your crotch since both your hands are already occupied with the aforementioned breakfast OR b) slam on your breaks.  But, after slamming on your breaks just after opening the Dew you spilled a healthy portion of the unhealthy yellow caffiene all over your shirt.  Then, maintaining your last ounce of sanity you look over to the side of the road only to see some random dead animal that makes you feel bad for getting so pissed about the little things that have happened to you.



You do?  You do hate it when that happens?

Bad days happen, get over it and get back to work.

Fortunately for me, I made all that crap up, today rocked.

I peeked out into the hall to see that the line for the flu shot had grown to epic proportions.  I continued to diligently see patients in the fast track department with ailments ranging from: Cold with Fever, Fever with Cough, Cough with Chills, Cold with Runny nose... etc.  Excitement, thy name is fast track.

Then I went back to check on the line.  Some lady was handing out pamphlets to fill out while waiting in line.  I asked if I could have one so I could fill it out while I worked.  She looked at me in my scrubs and said:

"You work in the ER?"

"Uh-huh" I responded,

"Come with me," she said.

She then took me past about 30 other people to the front of the line where a nice lady asked me if I had asthma or was allergic to anything (no and no).  Then I snorted down a vial of anti-H1N1-goo.  Mmm, bacony. 

Now I am an unstoppable force to be reckoned with.  Live attenuated virus down my snout makes me immune, Boo-yah!  Just to prove my immunity I licked the snot off of the next 10 kids I saw.  Take THAT, immune system!

Considering the fact that I'm a provider in an ER, I figure I'll likely see more flu than pretty much anyone else I can think of.  So far, no side effects from the vaccine, I'll keep you up to date, but I'm really not concerned.

In a fun side note, cutie-pants Samantha got her 6 month vaccines yesterday as well.  I felt so bad.  Mostly because right before she got the vaccine she was giggling and looking up at me with a huge smile on her face.  Then *POW POW POW POW* four shots in the thighs.  Poor thing.  But shes back to her happy as a clam personality today, and she seems to still love daddy cause she's giggling like crazy (normal for her).  Not only that, but I can still bring home the bacon without bringing home the swine.