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osodecanelaWhile it's been a good day, I'm very much beginning to feel like a hamster running on a wheel.
From the moment I walked into my office today, until 7:45 tonight I ran from patient room to patient room. Despite my not wasting any time, one new patient walked out without being seen, as I just couldn't get to them fast enough. Tomorrow, was supposed to be a 'paperwork' day. That said, the infant that has been the cause of much angst over the past two weeks is going to be seen tomorrow morning at 11:30. This, in and of itself would not have been a major deal keeping me from getting my paperwork done. However, I found out from my office manager just before she left for the evening, tomorrow afternoon I have my neonatal resuscitation recertification. I thought that was next week. Now granted I do need the continuing education credits (four hours is four hours, not that a week is going to make any difference), but I do need to spend a little time reading the refresher book which I have not had a chance to do yet. That was on my schedule for this coming weekend. I guess rather than doing paperwork tomorrow morning, I'm going to be reading the refresher book. It looks like paperwork is going to be pushed over to Saturday. (Oh joy, oh joy!)
I'm not sure I understand why everything has suddenly gotten so hectic. (I'm lying. This hasn't been sudden. It's chronic. This is just worse than usual.) I'm feeling just a bit trapped right this moment, as well as feeling like my needs remain on my own back burner.
In an economy like this, where so many are losing their jobs and their shirts, I guess I should be grateful I have a purpose that keeps me this busy. My husband keeps telling me that when everything is said and done and all my hours get tallied, that I might be earning minimum wage. Every time I look at my overhead, I get the sinking feeling that he just might be right. Medi-Cal, which paid poorly albeit quickly, has cut their reimbursement by 10% given the state's budget crisis; every day I find out about another patient who is about to lose their job and along with it their health care coverage. No fewer than three people shared that with me yesterday. (I wonder if there's an ICD-9 code for that?)
Oh well, time to drink my wormwood like a good little boy and head for the hills. I need to get some sleep if I'm going to get back on this treadmill tomorrow morning. (Oh yeah, and some dinner might be nice.)
From the moment I walked into my office today, until 7:45 tonight I ran from patient room to patient room. Despite my not wasting any time, one new patient walked out without being seen, as I just couldn't get to them fast enough. Tomorrow, was supposed to be a 'paperwork' day. That said, the infant that has been the cause of much angst over the past two weeks is going to be seen tomorrow morning at 11:30. This, in and of itself would not have been a major deal keeping me from getting my paperwork done. However, I found out from my office manager just before she left for the evening, tomorrow afternoon I have my neonatal resuscitation recertification. I thought that was next week. Now granted I do need the continuing education credits (four hours is four hours, not that a week is going to make any difference), but I do need to spend a little time reading the refresher book which I have not had a chance to do yet. That was on my schedule for this coming weekend. I guess rather than doing paperwork tomorrow morning, I'm going to be reading the refresher book. It looks like paperwork is going to be pushed over to Saturday. (Oh joy, oh joy!)
I'm not sure I understand why everything has suddenly gotten so hectic. (I'm lying. This hasn't been sudden. It's chronic. This is just worse than usual.) I'm feeling just a bit trapped right this moment, as well as feeling like my needs remain on my own back burner.
In an economy like this, where so many are losing their jobs and their shirts, I guess I should be grateful I have a purpose that keeps me this busy. My husband keeps telling me that when everything is said and done and all my hours get tallied, that I might be earning minimum wage. Every time I look at my overhead, I get the sinking feeling that he just might be right. Medi-Cal, which paid poorly albeit quickly, has cut their reimbursement by 10% given the state's budget crisis; every day I find out about another patient who is about to lose their job and along with it their health care coverage. No fewer than three people shared that with me yesterday. (I wonder if there's an ICD-9 code for that?)
Oh well, time to drink my wormwood like a good little boy and head for the hills. I need to get some sleep if I'm going to get back on this treadmill tomorrow morning. (Oh yeah, and some dinner might be nice.)
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Date: 2009-03-13 05:36 am (UTC)Maybe it's in ICD-10?
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Date: 2009-03-14 12:05 am (UTC)*hug*
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Date: 2009-03-14 03:05 am (UTC)