Another Day....
Jan. 13th, 2004 01:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osodecanelaJames often asks me how my day had been. Tonight had he asked, my response would have been "Eugene O'Neill strikes again." As in "Long Days Journey Into Night". It's 1 am and I have yet to leave for home.
I swear, if it could have gone wrong to day it did. Too many strange things happened. Must be a full moon coming. People were bloody well growing hair on their teeth. First patient today presented with something I had'nt seen in over 20 years. I recognized it. At least I think I did. Time (and tests due back tomorrow) should tell. Then there was the new kid in for a 'well child exam'. Well child, my butt! Not able to walk, almost school age, multiple surgeries, no records from any previous health providers, and oh yes, a murmur the mother knew nothing about. All this budgeted in for a 20 minute well child visit. The day ended with a man so inhibited he took 30 minutes of talking about anything else he could think of, rather than the sexually related problem that brought him in through my door. Lord, save me from the vague and inhibited! But enough pissing and moaning.
James has been mentioning this website to me for many months and it was about time I finally got on-line. He said it would be an ideal place to post my thoughts/essays about my travels in Europe last year. Perhaps he's right. I'll certainly think about it. Perhaps even do it.
Till tomorrow (or so),
Weaver
I swear, if it could have gone wrong to day it did. Too many strange things happened. Must be a full moon coming. People were bloody well growing hair on their teeth. First patient today presented with something I had'nt seen in over 20 years. I recognized it. At least I think I did. Time (and tests due back tomorrow) should tell. Then there was the new kid in for a 'well child exam'. Well child, my butt! Not able to walk, almost school age, multiple surgeries, no records from any previous health providers, and oh yes, a murmur the mother knew nothing about. All this budgeted in for a 20 minute well child visit. The day ended with a man so inhibited he took 30 minutes of talking about anything else he could think of, rather than the sexually related problem that brought him in through my door. Lord, save me from the vague and inhibited! But enough pissing and moaning.
James has been mentioning this website to me for many months and it was about time I finally got on-line. He said it would be an ideal place to post my thoughts/essays about my travels in Europe last year. Perhaps he's right. I'll certainly think about it. Perhaps even do it.
Till tomorrow (or so),
Weaver
